I have taken several different hallucinagens from 2000-2003. Although LSD is much more enjoyable, I still enjoy a good cup of mushroom tea. This experience was my most recent, and although it happened so long ago, I suppose my nostalgia for altered states is responsible for me recounting the tale today.
Setting : My home, typical two bedroom two story townhouse located accross the street from campus and adjacent to many frat houses in Cookeville TN.
Date/Time : Sunset sometime last summer just after school ended.
People/Dosage : Myself, M&J (a couple), A, and C (good friend of many years). Three friends consumed 1/8th, M&J munching and C brewing tea. A and I brewed tea as well, but with 1/4tr each. After drinking our tea we consume the reagents.
And so our trip began.
We sat down after our little snacks and started watching the old Alice in Wonderland Disney movie.... That film was specifically designed to break our brains. I cant really describe the impact of the movie other than how the story kept reminding me of situations in real life and that the colors of all the animated characters sometimes inverted or swam. At one point during the movie I became distracted when I was convinced that it should be possible for me to move things with my mind if I just figured out the trick to it. After devoting way too much thought to my shoe and trying to move it towards me, the movie regained my interest.
After the movie ended I remembered other people were with me when they started talking. A said he had to go lay down, and disappeared up the stairs. He came back a few minutes later rambling about the colors he could see in the light refracted through my glass ash trey. After he set it down for us to enjoy, A went back upstairs and had a bad trip for the rest of the night.
M decided that he needed fruit immediately and a conversation about who we should call to bring us some fruit began. The consensus was to call this guy, but nobody had his number...
I went upstairs to play with the turn-tables, M&J went out back for a smoke, and C stayed on the couch to watch TV. Getting my turntables to work was impossible. No matter what I tried, sound wouldnt come (the next day I discovered that the channel switches were all set to Line instead of Phono). Frustrated I decided I needed a smoke too, but I couldn't find the pack of Winston's I bought a few days earlier. Again I was frustrated when I couldn't find them. I have no idea why, but for some reason I shouted in Spanish. Mike was out the back door below my window, and the window was up. As he speaks Spanish as well, we had a brief conversation:
"Winston? Donde estoy Winston?"
M"Que?"
"Donde esta Winston senior Brandbe?"
M"Winston esta no aqui."
"Mierda!"
Speaking another language while tripping is unusual. The words seemed to flow much more easily than they would have otherwise. Eventually I found my smokes and some grass. Excited at the pot surprise (I had just forgotten about it actually), I rolled up a jerk and went out back to join the others. I convinced them to go for a walk with me through to the middle of campus down to the park to burn a spliff, and off we went.
When we got to campus I saw some crazy things. It looked like little people were dashing among the buildings and jumping up and down. I wrote it off to a hallucination, but as we got closer I couldnt ignore it. I looked back to find that I had kept a much faster pace than the others, so I waited for them to catch up. When they did we started walking again and from around the corner of the building we were next to a group of 3 or 4 people came running out, hurdled over a saw-horse, and flew up the sidewalk past us. We all stopped dumbfounded.
"Did yous guys see that shit?"
J"Yeah"
"What the heck is going on? Who are these people and what are they doing?"
M"Dunno"
C"Uh.... Lets keep moving guys"
We keep walking and see more people dashing about hurdling obstacles. After I make it to the next intersection I turn around to find that C is a few paces back and M&J are no-where to be found. C catches up and I ask him about M&J. He had no idea they were even gone. I stood on the corner and called their names. C shuddered, grabbed my arm, and said, "Dude, its not a room!". Not understanding what he was talking about I turned around muttering to myself in contemplation about just what on earth C meant by that. Of course it wasn't a room, we were outside! I kept walking still quite miffed by C's coment when another group of people appeared right in front of us from around a corner. These guys were all wearing suits and they were talking in tongues. They passed us without even looking at us, thoroughly confusing C and I even more as to what was going on around us. We kept our heads down and kept walking until we made it to the park to find M&J laying in the grass. C and I joined them and we all laid out in a clover formation to discuss what was going on. M said all the people looked like little high-school kids from some sort of track thing. He suggested that we light the spliff then and there, but I was a bit paranoid and wanted to seek some cover near a tree before we started breaking the law in public. M started laughing and said that we should smoke anyway and just kick the ass of anyone who said boo to us. Being the much more sensible one of the group I went to a tree and told them they could come or stay but the jerk was going with me.
Under the branches of a large tree we smoked and talked about police and the government. Most of the talking was done by C and M until C was distracted by J poking him with a stick from around the other side of the tree. I was amazed by all the patterns the light made as it cast shadows from the tree among the clouds of smoke the beasts around me were bellowing.
The time came to walk back to my place, but taking a different route we wound up crossing through the large commuter parking lot that was completely vacant at that time. It felt like we were walking through a concrete desert for hours before we reached the sidewalk, and I wound up walking most of it backwards since the others all lagged behind. When we got back to my place we decided to sit down in this couch that was next to the dumpster directly in front of my apt. We all got a kick out of sitting on a couch on the side of the street talking and laughing at cars as they drove by yelling, "WOO!". My neighbors pulled up and gave us a very curious look. C started laughing and said, "Dude, we resurected their couch!". We laughed about that long and hard while the neighbors sat in their car talking.
Soon after M&J decided they needed to go home to have the sex, so C and I went back inside. I went upstairs to check on A, and he was still having a bad trip. The small lights from all the computers and electronics cast beams onto the floor of the room and I had to stand there with a stupid grin on my face as they danced along their respective surfaces until I came to my senses and left A to his own devices.
C and I went out back for a cig, and C had a very odd look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said something to the effect of, "I need something.... But I don't know what it is...". He tried laying in the grass and eventually settled for a cig when I said, "Dude.... What?". Since he didn't know either, we decided to go back inside and watch some late night Cartoon Network.
Now here is where things got crazy.
We saw this cartoon.... No idea what it was or what it was supposed to be about. To this day neither of us has ever seen anything like it and the subject of that night still comes up from time to time to confuse us.
Here is what we can remember about the cartoon:
This boy was talking about math.
Then he was in a space ship with someone/something in the passenger seat. The someone/something was either another person, an animal, or possibly a talking hotdog... We cant recall.
At some point the space ship was bombarded by either hotdogs or space rocks.... Not to clear on this point either.
Once they get to wherever it was they were going the boy got out of the ship and went into this building. Inside the building was a guy at a desk mumbling about some science stuff. All over the walls of the room there were numbers and equations wiggling about.
The boy confronted the man and they had a conversation about science, math, and the universe... Aparently the man had some sinister designs regarding those matters.
Somehow the boy's passanger from the ship switched the man's drink on the table while his back was turned. The man made some final point in his conversation with the boy and took a drink. He started yelling about Pythagerous Serum and doubled over in agony. The boy and his friend said something cliche about winning, but then the camera turned to a close up of the man's face. His face was bubbling and changing in the most radical ways. It was like liquid being splashed around that kept changing color. He said something very apocalyptic about the boy only sealing that doom, and then he vanished and the show ended.
C and I looked at each other in blank amazment....
"Did you see....?"
"Yeah..... I did....."
We had both been glued to the edge of our seats with our jaws open in disbelief the entire time the short cartoon played.
That pretty much marked the end of the trip. We sorta came out of it in rapid succession after the cartoon ended. I was tired, so we smoked some more and went to bed. I think A passed out too.
So thats it. If anyone has any idea as to what that cartoon was, please let me know.
Setting : My home, typical two bedroom two story townhouse located accross the street from campus and adjacent to many frat houses in Cookeville TN.
Date/Time : Sunset sometime last summer just after school ended.
People/Dosage : Myself, M&J (a couple), A, and C (good friend of many years). Three friends consumed 1/8th, M&J munching and C brewing tea. A and I brewed tea as well, but with 1/4tr each. After drinking our tea we consume the reagents.
And so our trip began.
We sat down after our little snacks and started watching the old Alice in Wonderland Disney movie.... That film was specifically designed to break our brains. I cant really describe the impact of the movie other than how the story kept reminding me of situations in real life and that the colors of all the animated characters sometimes inverted or swam. At one point during the movie I became distracted when I was convinced that it should be possible for me to move things with my mind if I just figured out the trick to it. After devoting way too much thought to my shoe and trying to move it towards me, the movie regained my interest.
After the movie ended I remembered other people were with me when they started talking. A said he had to go lay down, and disappeared up the stairs. He came back a few minutes later rambling about the colors he could see in the light refracted through my glass ash trey. After he set it down for us to enjoy, A went back upstairs and had a bad trip for the rest of the night.
M decided that he needed fruit immediately and a conversation about who we should call to bring us some fruit began. The consensus was to call this guy, but nobody had his number...
I went upstairs to play with the turn-tables, M&J went out back for a smoke, and C stayed on the couch to watch TV. Getting my turntables to work was impossible. No matter what I tried, sound wouldnt come (the next day I discovered that the channel switches were all set to Line instead of Phono). Frustrated I decided I needed a smoke too, but I couldn't find the pack of Winston's I bought a few days earlier. Again I was frustrated when I couldn't find them. I have no idea why, but for some reason I shouted in Spanish. Mike was out the back door below my window, and the window was up. As he speaks Spanish as well, we had a brief conversation:
"Winston? Donde estoy Winston?"
M"Que?"
"Donde esta Winston senior Brandbe?"
M"Winston esta no aqui."
"Mierda!"
Speaking another language while tripping is unusual. The words seemed to flow much more easily than they would have otherwise. Eventually I found my smokes and some grass. Excited at the pot surprise (I had just forgotten about it actually), I rolled up a jerk and went out back to join the others. I convinced them to go for a walk with me through to the middle of campus down to the park to burn a spliff, and off we went.
When we got to campus I saw some crazy things. It looked like little people were dashing among the buildings and jumping up and down. I wrote it off to a hallucination, but as we got closer I couldnt ignore it. I looked back to find that I had kept a much faster pace than the others, so I waited for them to catch up. When they did we started walking again and from around the corner of the building we were next to a group of 3 or 4 people came running out, hurdled over a saw-horse, and flew up the sidewalk past us. We all stopped dumbfounded.
"Did yous guys see that shit?"
J"Yeah"
"What the heck is going on? Who are these people and what are they doing?"
M"Dunno"
C"Uh.... Lets keep moving guys"
We keep walking and see more people dashing about hurdling obstacles. After I make it to the next intersection I turn around to find that C is a few paces back and M&J are no-where to be found. C catches up and I ask him about M&J. He had no idea they were even gone. I stood on the corner and called their names. C shuddered, grabbed my arm, and said, "Dude, its not a room!". Not understanding what he was talking about I turned around muttering to myself in contemplation about just what on earth C meant by that. Of course it wasn't a room, we were outside! I kept walking still quite miffed by C's coment when another group of people appeared right in front of us from around a corner. These guys were all wearing suits and they were talking in tongues. They passed us without even looking at us, thoroughly confusing C and I even more as to what was going on around us. We kept our heads down and kept walking until we made it to the park to find M&J laying in the grass. C and I joined them and we all laid out in a clover formation to discuss what was going on. M said all the people looked like little high-school kids from some sort of track thing. He suggested that we light the spliff then and there, but I was a bit paranoid and wanted to seek some cover near a tree before we started breaking the law in public. M started laughing and said that we should smoke anyway and just kick the ass of anyone who said boo to us. Being the much more sensible one of the group I went to a tree and told them they could come or stay but the jerk was going with me.
Under the branches of a large tree we smoked and talked about police and the government. Most of the talking was done by C and M until C was distracted by J poking him with a stick from around the other side of the tree. I was amazed by all the patterns the light made as it cast shadows from the tree among the clouds of smoke the beasts around me were bellowing.
The time came to walk back to my place, but taking a different route we wound up crossing through the large commuter parking lot that was completely vacant at that time. It felt like we were walking through a concrete desert for hours before we reached the sidewalk, and I wound up walking most of it backwards since the others all lagged behind. When we got back to my place we decided to sit down in this couch that was next to the dumpster directly in front of my apt. We all got a kick out of sitting on a couch on the side of the street talking and laughing at cars as they drove by yelling, "WOO!". My neighbors pulled up and gave us a very curious look. C started laughing and said, "Dude, we resurected their couch!". We laughed about that long and hard while the neighbors sat in their car talking.
Soon after M&J decided they needed to go home to have the sex, so C and I went back inside. I went upstairs to check on A, and he was still having a bad trip. The small lights from all the computers and electronics cast beams onto the floor of the room and I had to stand there with a stupid grin on my face as they danced along their respective surfaces until I came to my senses and left A to his own devices.
C and I went out back for a cig, and C had a very odd look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said something to the effect of, "I need something.... But I don't know what it is...". He tried laying in the grass and eventually settled for a cig when I said, "Dude.... What?". Since he didn't know either, we decided to go back inside and watch some late night Cartoon Network.
Now here is where things got crazy.
We saw this cartoon.... No idea what it was or what it was supposed to be about. To this day neither of us has ever seen anything like it and the subject of that night still comes up from time to time to confuse us.
Here is what we can remember about the cartoon:
This boy was talking about math.
Then he was in a space ship with someone/something in the passenger seat. The someone/something was either another person, an animal, or possibly a talking hotdog... We cant recall.
At some point the space ship was bombarded by either hotdogs or space rocks.... Not to clear on this point either.
Once they get to wherever it was they were going the boy got out of the ship and went into this building. Inside the building was a guy at a desk mumbling about some science stuff. All over the walls of the room there were numbers and equations wiggling about.
The boy confronted the man and they had a conversation about science, math, and the universe... Aparently the man had some sinister designs regarding those matters.
Somehow the boy's passanger from the ship switched the man's drink on the table while his back was turned. The man made some final point in his conversation with the boy and took a drink. He started yelling about Pythagerous Serum and doubled over in agony. The boy and his friend said something cliche about winning, but then the camera turned to a close up of the man's face. His face was bubbling and changing in the most radical ways. It was like liquid being splashed around that kept changing color. He said something very apocalyptic about the boy only sealing that doom, and then he vanished and the show ended.
C and I looked at each other in blank amazment....
"Did you see....?"
"Yeah..... I did....."
We had both been glued to the edge of our seats with our jaws open in disbelief the entire time the short cartoon played.
That pretty much marked the end of the trip. We sorta came out of it in rapid succession after the cartoon ended. I was tired, so we smoked some more and went to bed. I think A passed out too.
So thats it. If anyone has any idea as to what that cartoon was, please let me know.
