OldSchoolStyley
Bluelighter
cannabis-30g FRESH shrooms-moderate experience-rock and roll
Hooray. Out of school and lets put the freakin plan into action.
On the walk to my friends house (hence forth known as J) my trousers fell out of my bag. When my other friend (known as H) found them they had been run over. Punk rock indeed. But that has nothing to do with the trip report.
So I buy a nice big eighth of skunk. Powerful shit. Northern lights crossed with some strain called "misty." Me and J had decided to roll the joints before we started tripping this time. No rolling anxiety for us. We rolled about five and smoked one as we went out of his house. MMMM. That was some good bud and seriously got me wasted. For some reason we had a pair of aviator sunglasses and took turns trying them on. It was like wearing a pair of goggles and viewing the world.
We recieved a phone call from the friend that was holding the shrooms (Now known as N), the other two trippers (stinky pete and D) had already their 30g FRESH, THAT'S FRSH, NOT DRIED, FRESH. We quickened our pace but other people were overtaking us. Like old people. Man.
So when we get there, the vibes are latently exciting. The mere prescence of psycadelic drugs is enough to get a tripper excited and hopefully in the right mind frame. Whatever. BUT god damn these were some evil tasting shrooms. They hadn't even cleaned the growth medium of some of them. I had the bastard king shroom of them all though. It was like a 50 year old vegas hooker with a crack addiction. I bit the top half off grimacing at the texture. This shroom had a redeming feture for the believer who accepted it; it was so blue. Not a murky blue, a real navy blue. MMMM that took my mind of the taste.
D was obviously coming up but they had said that it had been an hour since ingestion. I just had this feeling that this was going to be a powerful trip. He was sitting on the floor making crazines on a guitar. He would be playing a riff, then a solo and then he would just play with the feedback for five minutes. Rock and roll indeed.
We weren't going to spend our trip inside the house. Even though it was raining outside. We were men of valour and steel. Faster than a speeding bullet. Whatever. We arrived at a small deserted park with wood chippings on the ground.
The first effects began to hit me here. I was hanging onto a post and suddenly everything got lighter and more..................yellow. Me and J were taking the "bear challenge" which bascially meant travelling across the playground without touching the floor. Man the was weird. There was all these metal chains in the park and I remember thinking just how stupid the whole chain thing was. Visions of flailing chains filled my mind. Whatever.
I think we broke up because me and J had to go back to his place to pick up his dropkick murpheys ticket. There was just no logic to how we just broke up. We just walked away. I think D tried to follow us but got caught on the fence around the playground. Hehehehe.
The walk back seemed to take very little time. I should have been twenty minutes but it felt like ten. Crazy time. I was looking at the ground and seeing (where the wet ground and dry ground met) faces growing organically out into the adjacent area. the whole growing thing became frequent during the trip. The faces scared me at first but then I grew to accept the bushes staring back or the trees growing upwards.
We finally made it to J's house. The first thing I did was get down to the bare minimum in terms of baggage. Coat, gone. Unnesscry shit in pockets, gone. Wallet, lighter and joints, keep. All the outer layers of clothing went to so I was in jeans and long sleeved shirt. Fuck the rain, I was comfortable.
I can't remember what made us start laughing in his room but I could not stop for at least two minutes. I could not control the paroxysms of laughter. He went to go to the toilet and I was left sitting on a pile of duvets watching the dead screen of the television. I could see the room beyond in the reflection but it looked Aztec. Almost as though it was lively in there and dead in here. whatever. It was brilliant to see a new piece of detail appear in fron of my eyes.
J came in the room:
"Mirror" He said
"T.v"I said.
Wow what a conversation. He led me to the mirror and he did not disappoint. I saw my face become wider and the eyes moved apart. Awesome.
We went downstairs, giggling at anything we said or did. Moving into the kitchen we found some cup cakes. Oh man they were nice but they gummed up my muth so bad. We said later that it was as though we couldn't swallow. They just stayed there for ages and somehow went away.
We also got loads of packets of crisps. J stuffed them all in his jean pockets. It was one of those tripping ideas that makes so much sense at the time but later....
I can't remember the first half of the walk to the playground but I'm sure it was awesome.
A note on the playground. The whole park was deserted and it is a massive piece of land. So we weren't disturbing anyone.
As we approached I noticed that I didn't know whether my mouth was open of closed. I could feel my teeth but I couldn't be sure if I was smiling like a drugged up teenager. Which I was. It really started to freak me out with the terrifying intensity that happens when you fall into a bad loop. For some strange reason I couldn't talk about it. Weird.
We sat on a bench in the park and the shrooms really moved into a higher gear. I was looking a the trees and noticed that they had become bright and wavy. Oh the waviness. It was awesome to see these massive pieces of nature simmer on the horizon. This bench had been graffitied with flames and brightly coloured reds and oranges. These colours spread outwards covering my jeans and the surrounding ground. I couldn't speak at that moment. I remember J saying;
"Man........Okay?...I....remember....should...keep....talking."
And true to his word he did. Whilst I was in this other mind frame he just kept talking to me. It's nice to have a friend that is responsible about that sort of thing.
My contribution was "yes. There's the others."
And so there they were. The other guys all walking towards us at the other end of the park. We met them and just started laughing at the way we split up. I could tell and I think they might have told me that the trip was manifesting for them too.
We sat on the wooden stumps in the playground and I started to feel very nauseous. Man I really thoght I was going to hurl. It was worth it for the visuals though in retrospect. The whole world seemed to be shifting in panels. If you've played the game XIII then you'll know what I mean. The grass on the ground seemed much bigger than usual. At the top of each blade was a bubble as though it were underwater. This bubble would then form into another bubble. My eyes couldn't stay focused on one thing for too long though.
As I saud early we were going to see Dropkick murpheys. To do that we had to get a bus and a walk. H and another friend M didn't take any shrooms and so were free to get a lift. Not us though.
For some reason me and J went with them to the village centre to say goodbye. BAD IDEA. All those people around did not help my stomach. I tdidn't help my head either.
When we got back I sat on a chain climbing frame. The visuals were rising up again but this time I was looking and understanding rather than trying to fight them. I turned to stinky pete and said:
"Man, my mouth, Open or closed?"
"Closed"
"Rock and roll. Hey you tripping out?"
"Yeah, these are some powerful fungi."
From that moment onwards the fear disappeared and the giggles reappeared.
We smoked another joint and moved to another part of the palyground. At one point we all could see a big white van with marking down the sides pull up at the other side of the park. That is really far away but the way they were putting on jackets put us on a negative patch for a bit. Until we realised that sitting on a jungle gym isn't a crime.
The problem was that initially everyone was concentrating on the negative points of going to see DKM. Everyone was jsut giving out negative vibes. As soon as we all concentrated on the trip in hand, boom, a lovley time for all. Besides the bus wasn't for another hour.
Somehow we ended sitting in a muddy alcove on the edge of an abandoned path. That was when we decided that we hould get moving onto the bus stop.
But we didn't go to the primary bus stop. In order to work of the last of the trip and smoke another joint we decided to walk to a bigger town about two miles away. We stopped in another park. Deserted again. Crappy weather did us proud. We smoked another joint (that's me, N, stinky pete and J). Once we started to move on the shrooms came back. It was really weird.
We were talking about the beauty of the rural world and looking at the sunset on the horizon when something strange happened. We all had the same visual. We all saw the landscape become very bright and vibrant, like a rose-glasses view of the sixties. The cars seemed to literally be flying past.
Nice.
We were sitting in the bus stop when N notices that his seat is wobbly. HE wiggles it about and out drops..............................a jif lemon juice container. In the shape of a lemon. It rolled away against the sound of our laughter. Man that was so damn funny.
On the bus N began to feel ill. REALLY ill. I could see that his face was totally white and his breathing was becoming heavy.
Some dude on the bus leaned over and said "Has he too many shrooms or something." Now I know he was joking BUT THAT WAS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED RIGHT THEN!
We got off two stops early. We couldn't afford to get another bus so we were a bit stitched. He held on long enough though. We are right across from the train station were there is a police van and N throws up on the pavement. J goes to get him something to eat. Whilst me and stinky pete try to position him away from the police. We could get him across to the massive common across the road. He was walking across normally with cars flying in all directions but he was still throwing up. Punk rock indeed,
MMM subway meatball hoagie.
Finally freaking get to the concert and me, N and J just feel so tired. I mean I like DKM but my whole body felt so drained. I went in the pit a couple of times, mostly fuelled by beer, but I could not sustain.
When we got home, I fell straight asleep. Knackered.
The next morning I had a bad headache but a bowl soon sorted that out.
In retrospect I have learned a few things.
1)Don't try and schedule a trip to fir around another event. I should have been tripping one day and DKM the next.
2)Talk to people when tripping. It really hepls remove those bad vibes.
3)Finally, just let it flow.
Rock and roll
Hooray. Out of school and lets put the freakin plan into action.
On the walk to my friends house (hence forth known as J) my trousers fell out of my bag. When my other friend (known as H) found them they had been run over. Punk rock indeed. But that has nothing to do with the trip report.
So I buy a nice big eighth of skunk. Powerful shit. Northern lights crossed with some strain called "misty." Me and J had decided to roll the joints before we started tripping this time. No rolling anxiety for us. We rolled about five and smoked one as we went out of his house. MMMM. That was some good bud and seriously got me wasted. For some reason we had a pair of aviator sunglasses and took turns trying them on. It was like wearing a pair of goggles and viewing the world.
We recieved a phone call from the friend that was holding the shrooms (Now known as N), the other two trippers (stinky pete and D) had already their 30g FRESH, THAT'S FRSH, NOT DRIED, FRESH. We quickened our pace but other people were overtaking us. Like old people. Man.
So when we get there, the vibes are latently exciting. The mere prescence of psycadelic drugs is enough to get a tripper excited and hopefully in the right mind frame. Whatever. BUT god damn these were some evil tasting shrooms. They hadn't even cleaned the growth medium of some of them. I had the bastard king shroom of them all though. It was like a 50 year old vegas hooker with a crack addiction. I bit the top half off grimacing at the texture. This shroom had a redeming feture for the believer who accepted it; it was so blue. Not a murky blue, a real navy blue. MMMM that took my mind of the taste.
D was obviously coming up but they had said that it had been an hour since ingestion. I just had this feeling that this was going to be a powerful trip. He was sitting on the floor making crazines on a guitar. He would be playing a riff, then a solo and then he would just play with the feedback for five minutes. Rock and roll indeed.
We weren't going to spend our trip inside the house. Even though it was raining outside. We were men of valour and steel. Faster than a speeding bullet. Whatever. We arrived at a small deserted park with wood chippings on the ground.
The first effects began to hit me here. I was hanging onto a post and suddenly everything got lighter and more..................yellow. Me and J were taking the "bear challenge" which bascially meant travelling across the playground without touching the floor. Man the was weird. There was all these metal chains in the park and I remember thinking just how stupid the whole chain thing was. Visions of flailing chains filled my mind. Whatever.
I think we broke up because me and J had to go back to his place to pick up his dropkick murpheys ticket. There was just no logic to how we just broke up. We just walked away. I think D tried to follow us but got caught on the fence around the playground. Hehehehe.
The walk back seemed to take very little time. I should have been twenty minutes but it felt like ten. Crazy time. I was looking at the ground and seeing (where the wet ground and dry ground met) faces growing organically out into the adjacent area. the whole growing thing became frequent during the trip. The faces scared me at first but then I grew to accept the bushes staring back or the trees growing upwards.
We finally made it to J's house. The first thing I did was get down to the bare minimum in terms of baggage. Coat, gone. Unnesscry shit in pockets, gone. Wallet, lighter and joints, keep. All the outer layers of clothing went to so I was in jeans and long sleeved shirt. Fuck the rain, I was comfortable.
I can't remember what made us start laughing in his room but I could not stop for at least two minutes. I could not control the paroxysms of laughter. He went to go to the toilet and I was left sitting on a pile of duvets watching the dead screen of the television. I could see the room beyond in the reflection but it looked Aztec. Almost as though it was lively in there and dead in here. whatever. It was brilliant to see a new piece of detail appear in fron of my eyes.
J came in the room:
"Mirror" He said
"T.v"I said.
Wow what a conversation. He led me to the mirror and he did not disappoint. I saw my face become wider and the eyes moved apart. Awesome.
We went downstairs, giggling at anything we said or did. Moving into the kitchen we found some cup cakes. Oh man they were nice but they gummed up my muth so bad. We said later that it was as though we couldn't swallow. They just stayed there for ages and somehow went away.
We also got loads of packets of crisps. J stuffed them all in his jean pockets. It was one of those tripping ideas that makes so much sense at the time but later....
I can't remember the first half of the walk to the playground but I'm sure it was awesome.
A note on the playground. The whole park was deserted and it is a massive piece of land. So we weren't disturbing anyone.
As we approached I noticed that I didn't know whether my mouth was open of closed. I could feel my teeth but I couldn't be sure if I was smiling like a drugged up teenager. Which I was. It really started to freak me out with the terrifying intensity that happens when you fall into a bad loop. For some strange reason I couldn't talk about it. Weird.
We sat on a bench in the park and the shrooms really moved into a higher gear. I was looking a the trees and noticed that they had become bright and wavy. Oh the waviness. It was awesome to see these massive pieces of nature simmer on the horizon. This bench had been graffitied with flames and brightly coloured reds and oranges. These colours spread outwards covering my jeans and the surrounding ground. I couldn't speak at that moment. I remember J saying;
"Man........Okay?...I....remember....should...keep....talking."
And true to his word he did. Whilst I was in this other mind frame he just kept talking to me. It's nice to have a friend that is responsible about that sort of thing.
My contribution was "yes. There's the others."
And so there they were. The other guys all walking towards us at the other end of the park. We met them and just started laughing at the way we split up. I could tell and I think they might have told me that the trip was manifesting for them too.
We sat on the wooden stumps in the playground and I started to feel very nauseous. Man I really thoght I was going to hurl. It was worth it for the visuals though in retrospect. The whole world seemed to be shifting in panels. If you've played the game XIII then you'll know what I mean. The grass on the ground seemed much bigger than usual. At the top of each blade was a bubble as though it were underwater. This bubble would then form into another bubble. My eyes couldn't stay focused on one thing for too long though.
As I saud early we were going to see Dropkick murpheys. To do that we had to get a bus and a walk. H and another friend M didn't take any shrooms and so were free to get a lift. Not us though.
For some reason me and J went with them to the village centre to say goodbye. BAD IDEA. All those people around did not help my stomach. I tdidn't help my head either.
When we got back I sat on a chain climbing frame. The visuals were rising up again but this time I was looking and understanding rather than trying to fight them. I turned to stinky pete and said:
"Man, my mouth, Open or closed?"
"Closed"
"Rock and roll. Hey you tripping out?"
"Yeah, these are some powerful fungi."
From that moment onwards the fear disappeared and the giggles reappeared.
We smoked another joint and moved to another part of the palyground. At one point we all could see a big white van with marking down the sides pull up at the other side of the park. That is really far away but the way they were putting on jackets put us on a negative patch for a bit. Until we realised that sitting on a jungle gym isn't a crime.
The problem was that initially everyone was concentrating on the negative points of going to see DKM. Everyone was jsut giving out negative vibes. As soon as we all concentrated on the trip in hand, boom, a lovley time for all. Besides the bus wasn't for another hour.
Somehow we ended sitting in a muddy alcove on the edge of an abandoned path. That was when we decided that we hould get moving onto the bus stop.
But we didn't go to the primary bus stop. In order to work of the last of the trip and smoke another joint we decided to walk to a bigger town about two miles away. We stopped in another park. Deserted again. Crappy weather did us proud. We smoked another joint (that's me, N, stinky pete and J). Once we started to move on the shrooms came back. It was really weird.
We were talking about the beauty of the rural world and looking at the sunset on the horizon when something strange happened. We all had the same visual. We all saw the landscape become very bright and vibrant, like a rose-glasses view of the sixties. The cars seemed to literally be flying past.
Nice.
We were sitting in the bus stop when N notices that his seat is wobbly. HE wiggles it about and out drops..............................a jif lemon juice container. In the shape of a lemon. It rolled away against the sound of our laughter. Man that was so damn funny.
On the bus N began to feel ill. REALLY ill. I could see that his face was totally white and his breathing was becoming heavy.
Some dude on the bus leaned over and said "Has he too many shrooms or something." Now I know he was joking BUT THAT WAS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED RIGHT THEN!
We got off two stops early. We couldn't afford to get another bus so we were a bit stitched. He held on long enough though. We are right across from the train station were there is a police van and N throws up on the pavement. J goes to get him something to eat. Whilst me and stinky pete try to position him away from the police. We could get him across to the massive common across the road. He was walking across normally with cars flying in all directions but he was still throwing up. Punk rock indeed,
MMM subway meatball hoagie.
Finally freaking get to the concert and me, N and J just feel so tired. I mean I like DKM but my whole body felt so drained. I went in the pit a couple of times, mostly fuelled by beer, but I could not sustain.
When we got home, I fell straight asleep. Knackered.
The next morning I had a bad headache but a bowl soon sorted that out.
In retrospect I have learned a few things.
1)Don't try and schedule a trip to fir around another event. I should have been tripping one day and DKM the next.
2)Talk to people when tripping. It really hepls remove those bad vibes.
3)Finally, just let it flow.
Rock and roll
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