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Introduction
I had saved 5 grams of mushrooms, hand-picked from about two ounces. Therefore these 5 grams were comprised mostly of baby shrooms, mushrooms whose veils were unbroken, and several aborts. One gram of aborts is enough to give most people a strong trip, but regardless I had doubts about the potency of these mushrooms because they looked like a different flush from a known weak batch. Whether or not they were, their potency was not dissapointing.
These mushrooms were saved as a pleasant surprise for my buddy, who we'll call "Chico", so we could eat them when I returned home for the summer.
Trippin'
Chico and I met over at my girlfriend's house and we layed the mushrooms out on the table. I divided them up by eye, so that we each had about 7 medium sized mushrooms plus a couple aborts, and then traded him all my caps for a more or less equal amount of stems. Most people appreciate this offer, under the impression that caps are more potent than stems. Personally, I just think the stems are much more palateable. We mashed up our shrooms and took them with about three spoons of peanut butter each. The peanut butter completely masked the flavor of the shrooms, although I did get some stuck in my teeth. By 7:30pm all our shrooms were down the hatch.
Chico realized he’d forgotten his wraps, so he made the two minute drive back to his house to grab some rolling papers before the mush kicked in. He returned in a few minutes and started rolling up a medium sized joint for us to share, even though I told him I’d be having no more than a couple hits this early on in a mushroom trip. By the time it was rolled up I noticed the first signs of mushroom intoxication: clammy skin (especially the palms of my hands) and a mild, cool, high-frequency buzz. (Any buzz can be described by intensity, temperature, and frequency.)
So I ended up taking about four hits off the joint, leaving the majority of it for Chico. Immediately after smoking I could tell that the cannabis was pulling the effects of the mushrooms into the foreground rather quickly.
We noticed that the sky was getting really dark with overcast clouds. My girl checked out the satellite radar image online and saw that we would soon be underneath some very heavy rain and lightning.
At this point we were in my girl’s room, which is like a small paradise for tripping. The room is decorated with trippy tapestries, art, and interesting lights and lamps. There is a huge window which overlooks a field, giving us a full view of the incoming storm. And of course there are couches, soft pillows, a nest chair, a television, DVD player, Super Nintendo, and computer with net access. What else could be desired?
So as we sat down to play Super Mario Kart, my thoughts began to race. When it was my turn to play I could barely keep my concentration on the game, and played some terrible races and battles. When it wasn’t my turn, I had thoughts like, “What have I gotten myself into?” and “Something is going to go wrong tonight”. It was fear of “the fear”. You see, mushrooms have a real way of messing with my head, even if I’m not tripping all that hard. Mushrooms are absolutely not a drug I rely on to have a good time. They are a drug I can rely on to cause some psychological chaos with unpredictable results.
As I looked around and saw the carpet rippling like waves, the coffee table’s wood grain flowing like a stream, and the tapestry to my left side rearranging itself into psychedelic/ethnic patterns, I wasn’t really afraid. But I was absolutely afraid that I would soon be afraid. As an experienced tripper I knew that these were dangerous thoughts, but my inability to stop them only feuled them. I thought about the utter neutrality of the psychedelic experience: It just IS. During the trip it is not something to be desired or sought after. Instead, it is your current reality and you must simply deal with it. At this point I couldn’t understand why I look forward to tripping when I am sober, and why time tends to turn even my roughest trips into fascinating memories.
Then the lightning began to hit. I have rarely seen this much lightning, and I have even more rarely seen the clouds swirl around in the sky in such a trippy manner. I was captivated by the storm, and finally distracted from my thought loop. As Chico and my lady continued playing Mario Kart, lightning struck several times within a stone’s throw of the house. It was intense, and the ambiance in the room was really fascinating.
Around this point I began having a really good time. Mario Kart became absolutely halarious to me, even though I was more interested in watching it than playing. Soon enough we turned of the SNES and did some channel surfing. I didn’t care at all what we were watching because it was all so funny. Normally I’d consider watching the telly on mushrooms a waste of good psychedelia, but who really cares? I was laughing so hard at things which weren’t even intended to be funny that several times I surprised myself because tears of laughter were pouring down my face and I had my head buried in my girl’s shoulder.
I stood up to use the bathroom and get some water. I actually felt pretty damn good, and really couldn’t detect any futher reason to be getting ready to freak out. In fact, I didn’t even feel nauseous in the slightest, which was a really pleasant surprise. Also, this was one of the rare mushroom trips where the visuals were rivaling LSD, at least in quantity. I took a leak, got some water, and came back to watch the stare box and crack up some more. It was obvious by Chico’s cracking up and facial expressions that he was feeling the same vibes. Around this time I could only form simple sentences, like, “This television is halarious” and such. In fact, it was hard to hold back my laughter long enough to speak. For some reason I found it much easier to talk in “street slang”, or whatever you want to call it, so I stuck with that for most of the trip.
The storm had ended, and it was clear and somewhat light outside again. Then we remembered that we’d been invited to our buddy M’s apartment to do some cooking. So we went outside in preparation to leave at about 9:45pm. My car was in the way of my girl’s car (she was our relatively sober driver) and she asked me to move it. Even though I knew backing my car up and out of the way wouldn’t be difficult at all, for some reason I had a bad feeling about driving my car, no matter what. So, in an act of strange over-responsibility, I handed the keys to my girl and asked her if she’d be kind enough to move my car for me.
While she was moving it, Chico brought up the idea that, since my car’s battery is so unreliable (I had needed like 3 jump starts in the last couple days), I should rig it so that there are a pair of jumper cables permanently attached to the battery which would stick out from under the hood, and then I could go around getting jump starts from random people where ever I went. Of course, when my girl returned she once again found my with tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard, and it took me about five minutes to stop laughing enough to badly explain to her what the joke was about.
So we got in the car, and immediately I was psyched to be riding around in a vehicle. It seemed like we were going really fast. She turned on the stereo and all was chill.
Chico wanted to get some liquor at the store, so we stopped there. I didn’t want to go in for two reasons: 1) I was just gonna mooch off whatever liquor he bought anyway, and 2) I wasn’t able to pull it together enough to act normal and not laugh histerically at something random. So I chilled in the car for what felt like a long time but soon enough they were back with whiskey and sour mix.
We kept on cruisin’ and soon enough we got to M’s apartment and found our friend Lopez hanging out there as well. Chico and M began working on some southwestern rice creation, and meanwhile I had a glass of wine and a couple bong hits. I felt like the mushrooms were well over the peak and on a gradual decline, and since there was drinking and smoking to be done I might as well get in on the action.
Soon enough the meal was ready, and we each stuffed ourselves on some of that deliciousness. We all sat around the telly passing around bowls and drinking whiskey and wine for a couple more hours. By about 1:00am I was pretty sloshed and blazed in general. My visuals were mostly gone from the shrooms but I was left with a bit of a buzz from them.
But then, sitting on the couch, all of the sudden I felt very nauseous, like I was going to blow my dinner any second. I thought it must have been all the booze and the herb so I tried to settle down for a minute, which seemed to work. However, this wasn’t the usual drunk/stoned nausea. My sickness was accompanied by a real mindfuck, and my joints began to feel sore. Another wave of severe nausea hit me, so I stood up real quick and started to double-time it to the bathroom, hopefully in time to lose my dinner in the toilet rather than the rug. But as I stood up and aimed for the hallway to the bathroom, I started to lose my balance. I crashed into a wall, and then the opposite wall. My vision was coming apart before my eyes, and my vision turned into a complete white-out the last thing I saw was myself falling forward in a quickly failing attempt to make it to the bathroom.
After what only seemed like a few seconds, my vision began to come back. “Is that the ceiling? Yes, I am laying on my back. I just passed out for a moment, but everything is allright now.”
M and Chico rushed over to me (my girl was sleeping on the couch).
“Are you allright!?”
“Yeah… a little spooked but I’ll be fine. I just passed out for a minute.”
“Shit dude we saw you go down grabbin’ at the walls. That didn’t look good at all.”
“Yeah. I’m just gonna lie here for a little while.”
“Are you sure you’re allright?”
“Yeah, this happened to me once before. Could you grab me a glass of water?”
And this had happened once before, in probably the most humbling of all my drug-related experiences. Let me just say it involved Phish, a mushroom chocolate, a crowd of 70,000 people, and a four day psychedelic bender. But that is for another trip report which I hope to write some day.
I sat up to drink the glass of ice water and felt dizzy again, so I layed back down and made that spot in the hallway my home for the next twenty minutes. During this time Chico made me some toast and told me stories about seeing people more fucked up than myself, which was a nice gesture and I appreciate that nobody gave me any shit for what happened.
After a couple aborted attempts, I finally was able to stand up again and not pass out. I went back to the couch where my girl was still sleeping and returned to watching the telly. I declined further ganja and alcohol for the night, and the dizziness did start to creep back on me a couple times but it was controllable.
………………………….
So what’s the lesson?
1. Stay hydrated. If mushrooms are causing you to piss like a racehorse, don’t drink only alcohol.
2. Keep your blood sugar up. Many psychedelic drugs cause your blood sugar to drop, and if it drops too much you can get dizzy, confused, and feel aches in your body. I should have recognized this but I assumed since the trip was mainly over that I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. The toast I had a few minutes after I passed out was an immediate help and I could feel my strength return.
Peace all-
bd
I had saved 5 grams of mushrooms, hand-picked from about two ounces. Therefore these 5 grams were comprised mostly of baby shrooms, mushrooms whose veils were unbroken, and several aborts. One gram of aborts is enough to give most people a strong trip, but regardless I had doubts about the potency of these mushrooms because they looked like a different flush from a known weak batch. Whether or not they were, their potency was not dissapointing.
These mushrooms were saved as a pleasant surprise for my buddy, who we'll call "Chico", so we could eat them when I returned home for the summer.
Trippin'
Chico and I met over at my girlfriend's house and we layed the mushrooms out on the table. I divided them up by eye, so that we each had about 7 medium sized mushrooms plus a couple aborts, and then traded him all my caps for a more or less equal amount of stems. Most people appreciate this offer, under the impression that caps are more potent than stems. Personally, I just think the stems are much more palateable. We mashed up our shrooms and took them with about three spoons of peanut butter each. The peanut butter completely masked the flavor of the shrooms, although I did get some stuck in my teeth. By 7:30pm all our shrooms were down the hatch.
Chico realized he’d forgotten his wraps, so he made the two minute drive back to his house to grab some rolling papers before the mush kicked in. He returned in a few minutes and started rolling up a medium sized joint for us to share, even though I told him I’d be having no more than a couple hits this early on in a mushroom trip. By the time it was rolled up I noticed the first signs of mushroom intoxication: clammy skin (especially the palms of my hands) and a mild, cool, high-frequency buzz. (Any buzz can be described by intensity, temperature, and frequency.)
So I ended up taking about four hits off the joint, leaving the majority of it for Chico. Immediately after smoking I could tell that the cannabis was pulling the effects of the mushrooms into the foreground rather quickly.
We noticed that the sky was getting really dark with overcast clouds. My girl checked out the satellite radar image online and saw that we would soon be underneath some very heavy rain and lightning.
At this point we were in my girl’s room, which is like a small paradise for tripping. The room is decorated with trippy tapestries, art, and interesting lights and lamps. There is a huge window which overlooks a field, giving us a full view of the incoming storm. And of course there are couches, soft pillows, a nest chair, a television, DVD player, Super Nintendo, and computer with net access. What else could be desired?
So as we sat down to play Super Mario Kart, my thoughts began to race. When it was my turn to play I could barely keep my concentration on the game, and played some terrible races and battles. When it wasn’t my turn, I had thoughts like, “What have I gotten myself into?” and “Something is going to go wrong tonight”. It was fear of “the fear”. You see, mushrooms have a real way of messing with my head, even if I’m not tripping all that hard. Mushrooms are absolutely not a drug I rely on to have a good time. They are a drug I can rely on to cause some psychological chaos with unpredictable results.
As I looked around and saw the carpet rippling like waves, the coffee table’s wood grain flowing like a stream, and the tapestry to my left side rearranging itself into psychedelic/ethnic patterns, I wasn’t really afraid. But I was absolutely afraid that I would soon be afraid. As an experienced tripper I knew that these were dangerous thoughts, but my inability to stop them only feuled them. I thought about the utter neutrality of the psychedelic experience: It just IS. During the trip it is not something to be desired or sought after. Instead, it is your current reality and you must simply deal with it. At this point I couldn’t understand why I look forward to tripping when I am sober, and why time tends to turn even my roughest trips into fascinating memories.
Then the lightning began to hit. I have rarely seen this much lightning, and I have even more rarely seen the clouds swirl around in the sky in such a trippy manner. I was captivated by the storm, and finally distracted from my thought loop. As Chico and my lady continued playing Mario Kart, lightning struck several times within a stone’s throw of the house. It was intense, and the ambiance in the room was really fascinating.
Around this point I began having a really good time. Mario Kart became absolutely halarious to me, even though I was more interested in watching it than playing. Soon enough we turned of the SNES and did some channel surfing. I didn’t care at all what we were watching because it was all so funny. Normally I’d consider watching the telly on mushrooms a waste of good psychedelia, but who really cares? I was laughing so hard at things which weren’t even intended to be funny that several times I surprised myself because tears of laughter were pouring down my face and I had my head buried in my girl’s shoulder.
I stood up to use the bathroom and get some water. I actually felt pretty damn good, and really couldn’t detect any futher reason to be getting ready to freak out. In fact, I didn’t even feel nauseous in the slightest, which was a really pleasant surprise. Also, this was one of the rare mushroom trips where the visuals were rivaling LSD, at least in quantity. I took a leak, got some water, and came back to watch the stare box and crack up some more. It was obvious by Chico’s cracking up and facial expressions that he was feeling the same vibes. Around this time I could only form simple sentences, like, “This television is halarious” and such. In fact, it was hard to hold back my laughter long enough to speak. For some reason I found it much easier to talk in “street slang”, or whatever you want to call it, so I stuck with that for most of the trip.
The storm had ended, and it was clear and somewhat light outside again. Then we remembered that we’d been invited to our buddy M’s apartment to do some cooking. So we went outside in preparation to leave at about 9:45pm. My car was in the way of my girl’s car (she was our relatively sober driver) and she asked me to move it. Even though I knew backing my car up and out of the way wouldn’t be difficult at all, for some reason I had a bad feeling about driving my car, no matter what. So, in an act of strange over-responsibility, I handed the keys to my girl and asked her if she’d be kind enough to move my car for me.
While she was moving it, Chico brought up the idea that, since my car’s battery is so unreliable (I had needed like 3 jump starts in the last couple days), I should rig it so that there are a pair of jumper cables permanently attached to the battery which would stick out from under the hood, and then I could go around getting jump starts from random people where ever I went. Of course, when my girl returned she once again found my with tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard, and it took me about five minutes to stop laughing enough to badly explain to her what the joke was about.
So we got in the car, and immediately I was psyched to be riding around in a vehicle. It seemed like we were going really fast. She turned on the stereo and all was chill.
Chico wanted to get some liquor at the store, so we stopped there. I didn’t want to go in for two reasons: 1) I was just gonna mooch off whatever liquor he bought anyway, and 2) I wasn’t able to pull it together enough to act normal and not laugh histerically at something random. So I chilled in the car for what felt like a long time but soon enough they were back with whiskey and sour mix.
We kept on cruisin’ and soon enough we got to M’s apartment and found our friend Lopez hanging out there as well. Chico and M began working on some southwestern rice creation, and meanwhile I had a glass of wine and a couple bong hits. I felt like the mushrooms were well over the peak and on a gradual decline, and since there was drinking and smoking to be done I might as well get in on the action.
Soon enough the meal was ready, and we each stuffed ourselves on some of that deliciousness. We all sat around the telly passing around bowls and drinking whiskey and wine for a couple more hours. By about 1:00am I was pretty sloshed and blazed in general. My visuals were mostly gone from the shrooms but I was left with a bit of a buzz from them.
But then, sitting on the couch, all of the sudden I felt very nauseous, like I was going to blow my dinner any second. I thought it must have been all the booze and the herb so I tried to settle down for a minute, which seemed to work. However, this wasn’t the usual drunk/stoned nausea. My sickness was accompanied by a real mindfuck, and my joints began to feel sore. Another wave of severe nausea hit me, so I stood up real quick and started to double-time it to the bathroom, hopefully in time to lose my dinner in the toilet rather than the rug. But as I stood up and aimed for the hallway to the bathroom, I started to lose my balance. I crashed into a wall, and then the opposite wall. My vision was coming apart before my eyes, and my vision turned into a complete white-out the last thing I saw was myself falling forward in a quickly failing attempt to make it to the bathroom.
After what only seemed like a few seconds, my vision began to come back. “Is that the ceiling? Yes, I am laying on my back. I just passed out for a moment, but everything is allright now.”
M and Chico rushed over to me (my girl was sleeping on the couch).
“Are you allright!?”
“Yeah… a little spooked but I’ll be fine. I just passed out for a minute.”
“Shit dude we saw you go down grabbin’ at the walls. That didn’t look good at all.”
“Yeah. I’m just gonna lie here for a little while.”
“Are you sure you’re allright?”
“Yeah, this happened to me once before. Could you grab me a glass of water?”
And this had happened once before, in probably the most humbling of all my drug-related experiences. Let me just say it involved Phish, a mushroom chocolate, a crowd of 70,000 people, and a four day psychedelic bender. But that is for another trip report which I hope to write some day.
I sat up to drink the glass of ice water and felt dizzy again, so I layed back down and made that spot in the hallway my home for the next twenty minutes. During this time Chico made me some toast and told me stories about seeing people more fucked up than myself, which was a nice gesture and I appreciate that nobody gave me any shit for what happened.
After a couple aborted attempts, I finally was able to stand up again and not pass out. I went back to the couch where my girl was still sleeping and returned to watching the telly. I declined further ganja and alcohol for the night, and the dizziness did start to creep back on me a couple times but it was controllable.
………………………….
So what’s the lesson?
1. Stay hydrated. If mushrooms are causing you to piss like a racehorse, don’t drink only alcohol.
2. Keep your blood sugar up. Many psychedelic drugs cause your blood sugar to drop, and if it drops too much you can get dizzy, confused, and feel aches in your body. I should have recognized this but I assumed since the trip was mainly over that I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. The toast I had a few minutes after I passed out was an immediate help and I could feel my strength return.
Peace all-
bd
