Homegrown Shrooms - Experienced Tripper -Camping in the Mountains
Alright this trip report may not be of the glowing variety but here goes....
Early this semester me and my roommate decided it would be interesting to grow some shrooms for our own personal use. He had grown them before so we had pretty good experience in how to do it and what not. Well this first time we tried it out jars turned out to have some nasty green stuff in it so we threw those out. After obtaining some new spores already in syringes we tried again. This time we got a little over an ounce of primo shrooms - cubes to be exact. Little did we know how potent these little babies are.
We decided that we would go camping in the north georgia mountains the next weekend with two of our other friends. As it was a nice day - about 70 degrees we thought that it would be nice night to go camping. My roommate and I had talked about the dosage - both of us had ate about 3/8th before and had quite intense, very pleasurable trips before so we decided on eating a quarter a piece. Two other friends decided to join us, very experienced campers themselves. Our female friend had told us of the times she had enjoyed mushrooms while hiking the appalachian trail.
We finally get to the campsite after crossing a small creek and set up camp next to a small, though impressive waterfall. It was about 6:30pm and although it was a bit colder the mood among us was generally anticipatory and good. I ate my portion with some thin mint girl scout cookies and sat next to the waterfall as it gradually got dark. Me and my friend sat in our fold up chairs and starting to notice patterns in the trees swaying overhead as the mushrooms gave us that giddy feeling.
We gathered some wood to make a fire, but having rained a couple of days before, the wood was wet and we had a hard time getting the fire going. This set off, I think, the first negative feelings that would come to dominate our experience. Generally I was feeling good and enjoying the visuals that our small fire seemed to enhance. A little later - we weren't really keeping track - I noticed my roommate wasn't to be found. We heard some noise in the bushes and we found my roommate stomping in the shrubs. WE asked what he was doing and he just giggled.
After that we just called him Stompy McStomperson. It was pretty funny at the time but it is probably one of those things were you just had to be there. Another hour or so passed with some mind-bending conversations between the four of us. Suddenly my roommate brought up some topics which were definitely not kosher having to deal with the relationship (guy-girl) between the other two. Then he started exclaiming that we were all going to fall in the creek and all other sorts of bad stuff. In short, my friend was tripping. And not in the good sense.
Well I tried to ignore him at first and enjoy my own very intense(at this point)trip. I even would tell him to go away and leave me alone. By this point it had gotten very cold - probably about 40 degrees and I was doing everything I could to keep warm. Suddenly I got the - oh shit we shouldn't have done this feeling - and then is when my trip started to get out of control. I have had many psychedelic experiences before and can usually talk myself down from intense paranoia. This time was different because
1. It was really damn cold.
2. I was doing a very high dose of shrooms.
3. All of us were on this high dose so I had no ground to reality.
4. It was pitch black dark and we were in the middle of nowhere on the other side of a creek from our car.
I was very much cognizant of all these things and started to get stuck in a loop. I remember sitting down by our meager fire repeating to myself in a low voice "I am not OK." hoping my friends would hear me. While still tripping very hard and feeling my ego dissolve around around me with tryptamine visuals highlighting the journey, I tried to go to sleep in the tent huddled in my sleeping bag since it was the only place where I figured I could get warm and end this madness.
Well this turned out to be a bad decision again on my part because the best way to keep yourself in a "bad" trip is to try to end it through various reasonings. I don't remember much of the rest of the night except for vomiting a couple of times - even after I did not feel much better - and actually clawing at my eyes because I believed that the visuals,which I usually marvel at, were somehow responsible for my bad experience.
I finally fell asleep, when I do not know, and awoke the next morning around 6am with significant visuals still present although feeling like a million bucks. I still don't understand that part. After talking with my friends they all agreed that each of them had been off in their little private versions of my bad experience.
The next weekend we ended up finishing the shrooms that we had left - ended up eating 3 grams a piece and actually had a pretty decent trip in our heated living room and couldn't believe that we had ate more than twice that in such a bad setting(cold,dark,middle of nowhere).
I wouldn't say it was a bad experience looking back on it. It lead me to realize that drugs are not something which will always whisk you away to grand enlightenment (although they can and have for me many times). Sometimes you need drugs to kick you in the ass to realize your limit - both dose and psychological.
[ 23 December 2001: Message edited by: nick44 ]
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Alright this trip report may not be of the glowing variety but here goes....
Early this semester me and my roommate decided it would be interesting to grow some shrooms for our own personal use. He had grown them before so we had pretty good experience in how to do it and what not. Well this first time we tried it out jars turned out to have some nasty green stuff in it so we threw those out. After obtaining some new spores already in syringes we tried again. This time we got a little over an ounce of primo shrooms - cubes to be exact. Little did we know how potent these little babies are.
We decided that we would go camping in the north georgia mountains the next weekend with two of our other friends. As it was a nice day - about 70 degrees we thought that it would be nice night to go camping. My roommate and I had talked about the dosage - both of us had ate about 3/8th before and had quite intense, very pleasurable trips before so we decided on eating a quarter a piece. Two other friends decided to join us, very experienced campers themselves. Our female friend had told us of the times she had enjoyed mushrooms while hiking the appalachian trail.
We finally get to the campsite after crossing a small creek and set up camp next to a small, though impressive waterfall. It was about 6:30pm and although it was a bit colder the mood among us was generally anticipatory and good. I ate my portion with some thin mint girl scout cookies and sat next to the waterfall as it gradually got dark. Me and my friend sat in our fold up chairs and starting to notice patterns in the trees swaying overhead as the mushrooms gave us that giddy feeling.
We gathered some wood to make a fire, but having rained a couple of days before, the wood was wet and we had a hard time getting the fire going. This set off, I think, the first negative feelings that would come to dominate our experience. Generally I was feeling good and enjoying the visuals that our small fire seemed to enhance. A little later - we weren't really keeping track - I noticed my roommate wasn't to be found. We heard some noise in the bushes and we found my roommate stomping in the shrubs. WE asked what he was doing and he just giggled.
After that we just called him Stompy McStomperson. It was pretty funny at the time but it is probably one of those things were you just had to be there. Another hour or so passed with some mind-bending conversations between the four of us. Suddenly my roommate brought up some topics which were definitely not kosher having to deal with the relationship (guy-girl) between the other two. Then he started exclaiming that we were all going to fall in the creek and all other sorts of bad stuff. In short, my friend was tripping. And not in the good sense.
Well I tried to ignore him at first and enjoy my own very intense(at this point)trip. I even would tell him to go away and leave me alone. By this point it had gotten very cold - probably about 40 degrees and I was doing everything I could to keep warm. Suddenly I got the - oh shit we shouldn't have done this feeling - and then is when my trip started to get out of control. I have had many psychedelic experiences before and can usually talk myself down from intense paranoia. This time was different because
1. It was really damn cold.
2. I was doing a very high dose of shrooms.
3. All of us were on this high dose so I had no ground to reality.
4. It was pitch black dark and we were in the middle of nowhere on the other side of a creek from our car.
I was very much cognizant of all these things and started to get stuck in a loop. I remember sitting down by our meager fire repeating to myself in a low voice "I am not OK." hoping my friends would hear me. While still tripping very hard and feeling my ego dissolve around around me with tryptamine visuals highlighting the journey, I tried to go to sleep in the tent huddled in my sleeping bag since it was the only place where I figured I could get warm and end this madness.
Well this turned out to be a bad decision again on my part because the best way to keep yourself in a "bad" trip is to try to end it through various reasonings. I don't remember much of the rest of the night except for vomiting a couple of times - even after I did not feel much better - and actually clawing at my eyes because I believed that the visuals,which I usually marvel at, were somehow responsible for my bad experience.
I finally fell asleep, when I do not know, and awoke the next morning around 6am with significant visuals still present although feeling like a million bucks. I still don't understand that part. After talking with my friends they all agreed that each of them had been off in their little private versions of my bad experience.
The next weekend we ended up finishing the shrooms that we had left - ended up eating 3 grams a piece and actually had a pretty decent trip in our heated living room and couldn't believe that we had ate more than twice that in such a bad setting(cold,dark,middle of nowhere).
I wouldn't say it was a bad experience looking back on it. It lead me to realize that drugs are not something which will always whisk you away to grand enlightenment (although they can and have for me many times). Sometimes you need drugs to kick you in the ass to realize your limit - both dose and psychological.
[ 23 December 2001: Message edited by: nick44 ]
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i know exactly where you got them from; and i'd say it if it weren't for the fact that discussion of sources is such a no-no on bl (but the initials are PF, right?)