jorder1010
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NOTE: As this is a harm reduction site, I highly advise anyone from doing this, especially if you are new to mushrooms or just drugs in general.
I believe the idea came to me while I was smoking a blunt on my roof the night before I was going to fly to San Fransisco. I had been planning on bringing shrooms on the plane for awhile but, due to a series of strange events, I had gotten more shrooms than I had expected and thought "Why the hell not?" (Which is not the best thing to think to yourself while baked, especially when it implies to tripping on a plane). So I put the blunt out and fall asleep. Fast forward a few hours.
I wake up, get dressed, and finish off the rest of the blunt. On the way to the airport, I start munching down 1.75 grams with peanut butter and a waffle (i highly recommend this if you do not like the taste of mushies).
I start to feel the effects of the mushrooms as we are standing in line to get checked by security. Btw, this is when the security had been raised to "Orange" due to some asshole trying to bring liquid explosives on a plane, as the voice on the intercom kept constantly reminded me. I still remained relaxed, and even a little giggly, despite having the rest of the shrooms on me.
We finally get to the damn metal detector, I walk through, and DING DING DING. Fuck. I step back through the detector and take out the Dentyne Ice packet that I forgot had tin foil in it. I walk through again and DING DING DING. What. The. Fuck. "Sir, please step over here. Sit here. *walks away*. Sir, stand right here *points to a mat with shoe outlines painted on it*. How old are you?"
By this point I'm really feeling the shrooms and it takes me a good 15 seconds for me to realize he's even talking to me.
He starts waving the metal detector wand thing all over and whaddya know? The damn wand goes off right around my crouch, where I had stashed the shrooms. In my very confused, disoriented mindstate I actually thought for a second that shrooms might have something in them that attracts metal 8) It turns out that it was just my damn belt buckle and he finally let's me go after he pats me down (thank GOD i hid them in my boxers).
After we walked passed the State Police AND a dog, which initially was my only concern (i'm guessing it was a bomb dog), we finally arrive on the plane.
About an hour later I start peaking and look outside (got a window seat %)). The view was amazing and mind blowing. I didn't get many visuals, but it was fucking badass. Which is the only real word that can sum up tripping on 1.75 g of good mushrooms at any time (for me, anyways). just... badass.
I had a little bit of a mindfuck, which mostly just consisted of thinking of clever, ironic, things about the state of the world (among other things) which would send me into fits of laughter.
By the time we landed I was pretty much coming down so I ate a couple xanax which (extremely) helped to level out the tryptamine "waves" I usually get with mushrooms.
All in all this was a very interesting and eventful trip. I realize that a lot of people would say I'm nothing short of a fucking retard for doing this, but I would most likely do it again but maybe even on a higher dose (i say "maybe" because i had tripped about 10 days before, which i think probably had an effect on the intensity of the trip).
Again, I do not recommend doing this, but if you are an experienced tripper curious about tripping on a plane, it was a lot more pleasant than you would think. I usually like to walk around when tripping and was not uncomfortable at any time on the plane, probably because I was walking around the airport during the come up. Also, the weed helped a lot with the nausea.
Well, that's the story for my mile-high ....high
I believe the idea came to me while I was smoking a blunt on my roof the night before I was going to fly to San Fransisco. I had been planning on bringing shrooms on the plane for awhile but, due to a series of strange events, I had gotten more shrooms than I had expected and thought "Why the hell not?" (Which is not the best thing to think to yourself while baked, especially when it implies to tripping on a plane). So I put the blunt out and fall asleep. Fast forward a few hours.
I wake up, get dressed, and finish off the rest of the blunt. On the way to the airport, I start munching down 1.75 grams with peanut butter and a waffle (i highly recommend this if you do not like the taste of mushies).
I start to feel the effects of the mushrooms as we are standing in line to get checked by security. Btw, this is when the security had been raised to "Orange" due to some asshole trying to bring liquid explosives on a plane, as the voice on the intercom kept constantly reminded me. I still remained relaxed, and even a little giggly, despite having the rest of the shrooms on me.
We finally get to the damn metal detector, I walk through, and DING DING DING. Fuck. I step back through the detector and take out the Dentyne Ice packet that I forgot had tin foil in it. I walk through again and DING DING DING. What. The. Fuck. "Sir, please step over here. Sit here. *walks away*. Sir, stand right here *points to a mat with shoe outlines painted on it*. How old are you?"
By this point I'm really feeling the shrooms and it takes me a good 15 seconds for me to realize he's even talking to me.
He starts waving the metal detector wand thing all over and whaddya know? The damn wand goes off right around my crouch, where I had stashed the shrooms. In my very confused, disoriented mindstate I actually thought for a second that shrooms might have something in them that attracts metal 8) It turns out that it was just my damn belt buckle and he finally let's me go after he pats me down (thank GOD i hid them in my boxers).
After we walked passed the State Police AND a dog, which initially was my only concern (i'm guessing it was a bomb dog), we finally arrive on the plane.
About an hour later I start peaking and look outside (got a window seat %)). The view was amazing and mind blowing. I didn't get many visuals, but it was fucking badass. Which is the only real word that can sum up tripping on 1.75 g of good mushrooms at any time (for me, anyways). just... badass.
I had a little bit of a mindfuck, which mostly just consisted of thinking of clever, ironic, things about the state of the world (among other things) which would send me into fits of laughter.
By the time we landed I was pretty much coming down so I ate a couple xanax which (extremely) helped to level out the tryptamine "waves" I usually get with mushrooms.
All in all this was a very interesting and eventful trip. I realize that a lot of people would say I'm nothing short of a fucking retard for doing this, but I would most likely do it again but maybe even on a higher dose (i say "maybe" because i had tripped about 10 days before, which i think probably had an effect on the intensity of the trip).
Again, I do not recommend doing this, but if you are an experienced tripper curious about tripping on a plane, it was a lot more pleasant than you would think. I usually like to walk around when tripping and was not uncomfortable at any time on the plane, probably because I was walking around the airport during the come up. Also, the weed helped a lot with the nausea.
Well, that's the story for my mile-high ....high
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