sugarducky
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Just a warning, but this is going to be a very rambling post written mostly for my own benefit. But it's probably interesting.
Last weekend my roommate and I got some shrooms. This was my fourth time and his third. Last time I did it, it wasn't a good trip, mostly because I only had 2 grams and I was tripping by myself because he had done his the night before. But I thought it was too low of a dose because even after 2 hours I didn't feel anything, so I watched Mystery Science Theater with him, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's friend. That is a horrible thing to watch tripping. It just ended up being very negative.
But anyways, this time I had 3 grams and I made tea out of it. I drank the tea at about 10pm. I think my roommate C had a little less. Oh, my boyfriend was there because he lives with me. He doesn't like people to do drugs that aren't weed. He had a bunch of friends over playing guitar and getting high, but they stayed in his room mostly. My friend, S, was our trip-sitter. That was a good idea, I think. He is very cool and awesome for watching us because he doesn't do drugs at all but he wasn't pissy or judgemental like a lot of people would be.
Anyways, we smoked some pot and played some video games while we waited for them to start working. I went to my room because I could tell that it was taking effect and I wanted to be alone for a bit, but my room was boring. Then S took us on a car ride. It was the most intense car ride ever. The headlights were awesome. I saw an infinate number of threads of light going from everything to everything else. Like the ones Casteneda wrote about.
So when we got back, we were going up the steps to my apartment, but C just went past them. Okay, to understand what happened you sort of have to know about where I live. There's a breezeway, that's like a hallway cut out of an apartment building and it goes all the way through. On one side is the parking lot and the other side, there's grass for about 20 feet and then a cotton field that has been harvested. It also for some reason never gets dark where I live, just sort of reddish. It was very foggy.
But anyways, he came back, "You guys have to see this." and he made us walk around to the same route he went. It seemed like a ritual. Actually, lots of things seemed like rituals that night. We went and stood at the edge of the breezeway and just stared off there. It was extremely awe inspiring, and I don't know why. But somehow it was so intimidating. We were sort of daring each other to go out into it. He went out about 5 feet and got freaked out and we ran in. He kept saying there was a woman yelling at him, but it was not like a neighbor, it was figuratively or something. That was another major theme of the night: metaphorical things seeming real. It is hard to explain.
So we went in and I tried to say Hi to my boyfriend, but when i opened the door to his room, there were so many people in there, it was scary and he came and got me and brought me in there. It was really cool because there were a bunch of people just jamming on guitar, but I felt weird there so I left and went into my room.
I got a marker and a notebook and tried to draw. It was so satisfying. It was like this story I read when I was little about this girl with a magic paintbrush that everything she drew came to life. C came in and I showed it to him. and then we just sort of sat there in thought. I forgot about what.
And then my boyfriend just fucking burst in and turned on all the lights (it was dark) and started taking pictures of me with his digicam. But he was like all over the place taking pictures. C had to leave because it freaked him out bad. It freaked me out bad too. I have no idea why he did it. Later I deleted most of the pictures because it was just so weird and freaky. And then he just left.
So the air was really weird. I went and got C and S and I was like "I am going out into the field". So we went into the field. It was so surreal, like we found a place unfinished by God. We walked in it which is hard because it was muddy and there were still dead cotton plants in it. I think we walked around in it for a very long time. At the time it was the perfect metaphor for our lives. I think C and I had the same trip, almost. Everything he said, I understood perfectly, and the other way around. But he was saying that in one direction was our future and that we were too afraid to go. At this point, I knew it wasn't true, so I acted like "oh, I'm going to humor you and prove you wrong, you're just messed up", but when I actually started walking that way I was overcome with fear of the future.
S remarked while watching us that it "almost made him want to try it"
As a side note, when I went in and changed because I was all muddy and wet, I stepped all over my pile of dirty clothes and got red clay dirt on them and ruined quite a few things.
C and I sat on the balcony, me in a blanket, and talked about society forever. We figured it out, I think, and not in the way that people say "oh I figured out the meaning of life and the secrets of the universe while I was on drugs, but I forgot when I came down." Because it still makes sense. It was pretty cold. We noticed that the energies changed significantly when someone who wasn't tripping came out. Also, C went in and got some computer board, an old video card, I think. It was so complex it was amazing. And then I played with it shining a flashlight through the back of it. I highly highly recomend doing this to anyone who is tripping. I think I did it for an hour while we were talking.
So, finally we were coming down. I went and was going to go to sleep with my boyfriend, but I was really restless. So I got C ans S to go on a walk with me. There's a gas station about a mile's walk away. We went there to buy candy for S for being such an awesome guy. I took the digicam and took so many pictures. Some of them are really cool, but the majority are stupid. We thought we weren't tripping, but we still were. I took so many pictures of streetlights. They were so beautiful. So were the trees, because it was misting on the pines and the light reflecting off them looked like rainbow glitter. I kept stopping and pointing at trees saying stuff like "Look at this tree, this is an awesome tree. This is a fucking good tree." I don't know if it is just me, but when I'm tripping, my body feels light and immaterial and filled with light, and it was still like that. I was so filled with love towards everything. I bought this thing like an icee at the gas station with mountain dew icee, code red mountain dew icee, and blue icee. But it was gross. And it perfectly symbolized good intentions.
When we got back, S left because we weren't really tripping anymore. It was like 5 am. I was so happy glowey euphoric, and stayed like that the rest of the day. I figured out you can put a cookie sheet on top of a stove burner and put paper on top of that and draw on it with crayons, it is very cool looking and fun. But then again, I like melting things. Eventually at about 6 I tried to sleep but gave up after an hour.
This was the best trip I have ever had. It was just so much fun and so positive. If anyone wants to see, I'll post some of the pictures I took.
Oh, I think my eyesight is better now. It is very hard to describe, but I see things, especially lights, more vividly and brightly. This is 4 days after. I mean, it isn't something bad, but it sort of worries me, that maybe I'm not seeing better, but in an altered way, and I'm worried that I might also still thinking in an altered way. So I think I'll lay off for a while. Has this happened to anyone else?
Last weekend my roommate and I got some shrooms. This was my fourth time and his third. Last time I did it, it wasn't a good trip, mostly because I only had 2 grams and I was tripping by myself because he had done his the night before. But I thought it was too low of a dose because even after 2 hours I didn't feel anything, so I watched Mystery Science Theater with him, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's friend. That is a horrible thing to watch tripping. It just ended up being very negative.
But anyways, this time I had 3 grams and I made tea out of it. I drank the tea at about 10pm. I think my roommate C had a little less. Oh, my boyfriend was there because he lives with me. He doesn't like people to do drugs that aren't weed. He had a bunch of friends over playing guitar and getting high, but they stayed in his room mostly. My friend, S, was our trip-sitter. That was a good idea, I think. He is very cool and awesome for watching us because he doesn't do drugs at all but he wasn't pissy or judgemental like a lot of people would be.
Anyways, we smoked some pot and played some video games while we waited for them to start working. I went to my room because I could tell that it was taking effect and I wanted to be alone for a bit, but my room was boring. Then S took us on a car ride. It was the most intense car ride ever. The headlights were awesome. I saw an infinate number of threads of light going from everything to everything else. Like the ones Casteneda wrote about.
So when we got back, we were going up the steps to my apartment, but C just went past them. Okay, to understand what happened you sort of have to know about where I live. There's a breezeway, that's like a hallway cut out of an apartment building and it goes all the way through. On one side is the parking lot and the other side, there's grass for about 20 feet and then a cotton field that has been harvested. It also for some reason never gets dark where I live, just sort of reddish. It was very foggy.
But anyways, he came back, "You guys have to see this." and he made us walk around to the same route he went. It seemed like a ritual. Actually, lots of things seemed like rituals that night. We went and stood at the edge of the breezeway and just stared off there. It was extremely awe inspiring, and I don't know why. But somehow it was so intimidating. We were sort of daring each other to go out into it. He went out about 5 feet and got freaked out and we ran in. He kept saying there was a woman yelling at him, but it was not like a neighbor, it was figuratively or something. That was another major theme of the night: metaphorical things seeming real. It is hard to explain.
So we went in and I tried to say Hi to my boyfriend, but when i opened the door to his room, there were so many people in there, it was scary and he came and got me and brought me in there. It was really cool because there were a bunch of people just jamming on guitar, but I felt weird there so I left and went into my room.
I got a marker and a notebook and tried to draw. It was so satisfying. It was like this story I read when I was little about this girl with a magic paintbrush that everything she drew came to life. C came in and I showed it to him. and then we just sort of sat there in thought. I forgot about what.
And then my boyfriend just fucking burst in and turned on all the lights (it was dark) and started taking pictures of me with his digicam. But he was like all over the place taking pictures. C had to leave because it freaked him out bad. It freaked me out bad too. I have no idea why he did it. Later I deleted most of the pictures because it was just so weird and freaky. And then he just left.
So the air was really weird. I went and got C and S and I was like "I am going out into the field". So we went into the field. It was so surreal, like we found a place unfinished by God. We walked in it which is hard because it was muddy and there were still dead cotton plants in it. I think we walked around in it for a very long time. At the time it was the perfect metaphor for our lives. I think C and I had the same trip, almost. Everything he said, I understood perfectly, and the other way around. But he was saying that in one direction was our future and that we were too afraid to go. At this point, I knew it wasn't true, so I acted like "oh, I'm going to humor you and prove you wrong, you're just messed up", but when I actually started walking that way I was overcome with fear of the future.
S remarked while watching us that it "almost made him want to try it"
As a side note, when I went in and changed because I was all muddy and wet, I stepped all over my pile of dirty clothes and got red clay dirt on them and ruined quite a few things.
C and I sat on the balcony, me in a blanket, and talked about society forever. We figured it out, I think, and not in the way that people say "oh I figured out the meaning of life and the secrets of the universe while I was on drugs, but I forgot when I came down." Because it still makes sense. It was pretty cold. We noticed that the energies changed significantly when someone who wasn't tripping came out. Also, C went in and got some computer board, an old video card, I think. It was so complex it was amazing. And then I played with it shining a flashlight through the back of it. I highly highly recomend doing this to anyone who is tripping. I think I did it for an hour while we were talking.
So, finally we were coming down. I went and was going to go to sleep with my boyfriend, but I was really restless. So I got C ans S to go on a walk with me. There's a gas station about a mile's walk away. We went there to buy candy for S for being such an awesome guy. I took the digicam and took so many pictures. Some of them are really cool, but the majority are stupid. We thought we weren't tripping, but we still were. I took so many pictures of streetlights. They were so beautiful. So were the trees, because it was misting on the pines and the light reflecting off them looked like rainbow glitter. I kept stopping and pointing at trees saying stuff like "Look at this tree, this is an awesome tree. This is a fucking good tree." I don't know if it is just me, but when I'm tripping, my body feels light and immaterial and filled with light, and it was still like that. I was so filled with love towards everything. I bought this thing like an icee at the gas station with mountain dew icee, code red mountain dew icee, and blue icee. But it was gross. And it perfectly symbolized good intentions.
When we got back, S left because we weren't really tripping anymore. It was like 5 am. I was so happy glowey euphoric, and stayed like that the rest of the day. I figured out you can put a cookie sheet on top of a stove burner and put paper on top of that and draw on it with crayons, it is very cool looking and fun. But then again, I like melting things. Eventually at about 6 I tried to sleep but gave up after an hour.
This was the best trip I have ever had. It was just so much fun and so positive. If anyone wants to see, I'll post some of the pictures I took.
Oh, I think my eyesight is better now. It is very hard to describe, but I see things, especially lights, more vividly and brightly. This is 4 days after. I mean, it isn't something bad, but it sort of worries me, that maybe I'm not seeing better, but in an altered way, and I'm worried that I might also still thinking in an altered way. So I think I'll lay off for a while. Has this happened to anyone else?
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