Hey guys,
Not sure if this is the right place to share this kind of thing, but I'm new to bluelight so I guess I deserve some slack :D
About two months ago, I had a really intense trip on Psilocybin mushrooms, so I felt like sharing with the world.
It all started at football practice, yes, football practice. I had remembered that I had an 1/8th of shrooms sitting at home and a friend (not close, but generally good acquaintance), was planning on eating his 1/8th that day. It was a beautiful day: sunny, warm, everything was perfect. After practice, I went to a local restaurant to eat with some of my friends, and thank god I did, because for the next 7 hours, I had absolutely no appetite. My trip was generally fun, but it took a giant turn after I realized my fatal mistake -- I was with acquaintances, not close friends.
I drove to my school's turf football field after ingesting my 1/8th (half in tea form, half eaten), and was with one of my good friends, and two others whom I didn't particularly like. After holding the shrooms for weeks, I decided to just go for it, I mean hey it was a nice day. Initially, I didn't notice anything in particular. About 20 minutes later, the trees and sky started to look very beautiful and colorful, unlike anything I had ever seen. An hour later, I was coming up, and having a blast. It was nice and warm and sunny and I had all the room I needed to run around or lay down, wherever my trip took me. Conversations that would normally be boring and overlooked were now awe-inspiring. I felt like I was learning a lot from everyday conversation. The daytime was a blast, the goal posts of the uprights on the football field seemed to be swaying back and forth, the turf seemed to be pulsing and breathing. I finally got to witness what I had long been awaiting. As anyone with psychedelic experience knows, I cannot describe what I saw or what I felt. The euphoria that I felt was unbothered by the other people that were there. I drove my car up to the parking lot and just drove around for a while, having a blast with myself. I went back down to the field and smoked a cig which was nothing special, a bit disappointing. I was still having a blast.
Then, the sun started to set, and another friend from the football team asked to get picked up so we could all get food. I felt fine to drive, so I made my second mistake -- driving on the road. We drove to his house, picked him up, and I was driving so fast and recklessly that everyone was screaming in my car. We went back to the field after I realized I had left my sunglasses there. It got so bad that I asked my friend to drive. He kept complimenting my car but I was in my own world, so confused that I was in the passenger seat of my OWN car. We got back to the field and thankfully I found my sunglasses. Then, something strange happened. I started to feel like shit. Nausea, worry, anxiety, all three came together to really mess with my head. I called my good friend, T, to ask if I could go to his house and just calm down for a little bit. He said no, which just added to my anxiety and worry. Then I called my other friend, C, to just have him calm me down. That worked, temporarily, but then a couple minutes later, it started to get really dark, and I started violently throwing up. Instead of comforting me, the people whom I was with (inexperienced drug users) kept saying, "yo dude, youre really fucked up, you look awful." As you can imagine, that really got in my head. I started assessing myself as a person. I threw my cigarettes in the garbage, vowing to never smoke another one. I vomited even more, disgusted with myself. I was confused and worried that my parents would find out I was tripping and be furious with me. I had only had one shrooms trip prior to this, about 1.75g. I was never exposed to this kind of trauma. Everyone left except my close friend and it was dark, about 8:30 pm. He had to go home, but he stayed with me (thank god). I called my friend J, and he let me go over to where he was, at my one of my close girl friends houses with another one of my close girl friends. I drove there, with my friend tailing me, making sure I didn't get into an accident.
I finally arrived, after what seemed like a 4 hour drive. I got inside and immediately calmed down. I was finally with people I was completely comfortable with. I hopped in my friend's bed and threw all my clothes off except my boxers. I felt like I could breathe again. I was still in a state of confusion, and my friends were laughing cause they couldn't understand what I was saying. I was finally in a state of happiness. I looked around and this girl had a realllllly trippy poster hanging on her wall. I saw infinite patterns and movements in it. I watched netflix for a while, finding myself replaying episodes because I had a terrible time paying attention, lol. At about 10:30 pm I left and drove home. I was still coming down, but the ride home was very fun. I listened to In The Bag, by Mac Miller, which really tripped me out and got me thinking.
Finally, I got home. Thankfully, my mom was sound asleep, because my pupils were about as big as basketballs. I sat on my kitchen counter just thinking about life until I managed to fall asleep around 12:30 am.
All in all, I'd say I had a great experience with this trip, and I look forward to doing psychedelics in the future.
Not sure if this is the right place to share this kind of thing, but I'm new to bluelight so I guess I deserve some slack :D
About two months ago, I had a really intense trip on Psilocybin mushrooms, so I felt like sharing with the world.
It all started at football practice, yes, football practice. I had remembered that I had an 1/8th of shrooms sitting at home and a friend (not close, but generally good acquaintance), was planning on eating his 1/8th that day. It was a beautiful day: sunny, warm, everything was perfect. After practice, I went to a local restaurant to eat with some of my friends, and thank god I did, because for the next 7 hours, I had absolutely no appetite. My trip was generally fun, but it took a giant turn after I realized my fatal mistake -- I was with acquaintances, not close friends.
I drove to my school's turf football field after ingesting my 1/8th (half in tea form, half eaten), and was with one of my good friends, and two others whom I didn't particularly like. After holding the shrooms for weeks, I decided to just go for it, I mean hey it was a nice day. Initially, I didn't notice anything in particular. About 20 minutes later, the trees and sky started to look very beautiful and colorful, unlike anything I had ever seen. An hour later, I was coming up, and having a blast. It was nice and warm and sunny and I had all the room I needed to run around or lay down, wherever my trip took me. Conversations that would normally be boring and overlooked were now awe-inspiring. I felt like I was learning a lot from everyday conversation. The daytime was a blast, the goal posts of the uprights on the football field seemed to be swaying back and forth, the turf seemed to be pulsing and breathing. I finally got to witness what I had long been awaiting. As anyone with psychedelic experience knows, I cannot describe what I saw or what I felt. The euphoria that I felt was unbothered by the other people that were there. I drove my car up to the parking lot and just drove around for a while, having a blast with myself. I went back down to the field and smoked a cig which was nothing special, a bit disappointing. I was still having a blast.
Then, the sun started to set, and another friend from the football team asked to get picked up so we could all get food. I felt fine to drive, so I made my second mistake -- driving on the road. We drove to his house, picked him up, and I was driving so fast and recklessly that everyone was screaming in my car. We went back to the field after I realized I had left my sunglasses there. It got so bad that I asked my friend to drive. He kept complimenting my car but I was in my own world, so confused that I was in the passenger seat of my OWN car. We got back to the field and thankfully I found my sunglasses. Then, something strange happened. I started to feel like shit. Nausea, worry, anxiety, all three came together to really mess with my head. I called my good friend, T, to ask if I could go to his house and just calm down for a little bit. He said no, which just added to my anxiety and worry. Then I called my other friend, C, to just have him calm me down. That worked, temporarily, but then a couple minutes later, it started to get really dark, and I started violently throwing up. Instead of comforting me, the people whom I was with (inexperienced drug users) kept saying, "yo dude, youre really fucked up, you look awful." As you can imagine, that really got in my head. I started assessing myself as a person. I threw my cigarettes in the garbage, vowing to never smoke another one. I vomited even more, disgusted with myself. I was confused and worried that my parents would find out I was tripping and be furious with me. I had only had one shrooms trip prior to this, about 1.75g. I was never exposed to this kind of trauma. Everyone left except my close friend and it was dark, about 8:30 pm. He had to go home, but he stayed with me (thank god). I called my friend J, and he let me go over to where he was, at my one of my close girl friends houses with another one of my close girl friends. I drove there, with my friend tailing me, making sure I didn't get into an accident.
I finally arrived, after what seemed like a 4 hour drive. I got inside and immediately calmed down. I was finally with people I was completely comfortable with. I hopped in my friend's bed and threw all my clothes off except my boxers. I felt like I could breathe again. I was still in a state of confusion, and my friends were laughing cause they couldn't understand what I was saying. I was finally in a state of happiness. I looked around and this girl had a realllllly trippy poster hanging on her wall. I saw infinite patterns and movements in it. I watched netflix for a while, finding myself replaying episodes because I had a terrible time paying attention, lol. At about 10:30 pm I left and drove home. I was still coming down, but the ride home was very fun. I listened to In The Bag, by Mac Miller, which really tripped me out and got me thinking.
Finally, I got home. Thankfully, my mom was sound asleep, because my pupils were about as big as basketballs. I sat on my kitchen counter just thinking about life until I managed to fall asleep around 12:30 am.
All in all, I'd say I had a great experience with this trip, and I look forward to doing psychedelics in the future.
