lolitsjohn
Bluelighter
Background - A friend of mine told me that he was once again picking up nearly an ounce of Mushrooms. We'll call him J. Having tripped four times previously but not recently, I told him that I'd be glad to join in. Another friend would also be joining us for our trip. We'll call him P.
J, P and I ate the shrooms at approximately 11:30 AM at P's house. J and P, being less experienced than I, ate 3.5 grams while I ate 5 grams. Much to the disdain of J and I, P invited over 3 friends of ours who have never tripped before and only came to watch and have a few laughs. They arrived in about an hour and I was just starting to feel the effects. Not wishing to make an ass out of myself in front of my sober friends and rather angry at P I decided for myself that I was going to 'fight' the effects of the mushrooms in my body. At this time, that prospect didn't seem so difficult because I was experiencing only a mild body high (which felt good at the time) as well as mild visuals (also good at the time). Rather ominously I can recall myself thinking that I "would not lose my mind".
The 6 of us sat in the living room as the effects on those who had taken the shrooms were becoming more pronounced. Our 3 sober friends were laughing over the conversation between J and P which was completely insane but decidedly funny. They were saying things like "who invited the sun"(it was bright in the room) and suggesting that a bowl in the room that previously held popcorn had the ability to shrink whatever it was placed on top of. I, on the other hand, was completely consumed by an unexplainable desire to act as if I were completely sober. Everyone kept asking me if I was tripping and every time they did, I would lie and tell them that I just felt sick but no effects yet(I did indeed feel very sick to my stomach at this point and did for the duration of the trip). The strangest thing was that all of them completely believed me, although they found it rather odd. I can't describe the visuals at this point. I am not sure there are words for what I was seeing. The closest I can come to explaining them is that empty space seemed to take on a solid aspect to it when I turned quickly. When I closed my eyes I saw people surrounded by a misty sort of light. This was unpleasant only because it was becoming impossible for me to act sober. Luckily my sober friends left, although they said they were coming back. Me and J quickly locked all the doors so that they could not get back in. This is not something we would ever do normally but it was a great relief at the time.
The pain I was feeling in my stomach reached new heights. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I tried to throw up but found it impossible. Within 15 minutes something strange was happening in the rest of the house. J and P were speaking a mix of fragmented sentences and complete jibberish. At this point I was lying on the bathroom floor praying for the trip to end. P was yelling that he heard voices and thought that either J or I was making them. This continued for at least an hour as I lay on the bathroom floor. I felt completely helpless. There were periods of complete ego loss followed by seconds of re-entering(or re-realizing)my physical body. Each time this happened I tried to concentrate on keeping myself in the physical world because the one inside my head was horribly confusing and thoughts that I had made little sense but could be describe as very paranoid. Previous experience remained with me even then, so I knew that I could not die from the psilocybin in my body. But I felt mad with sickness and feared that even when the trip ended, the sickness would remain. P continued to yell but I heard his voice only in my head, as if it were coming from no particular direction at all. He was going on about the voices and I thought briefly that I might be yelling myself, as I had little control over my body being in the state that I was in. I recall clamping my mouth shut telling myself that If my mouth were closed, I could not be calling out. So it was not me making these "voices" after all.
Finally I threw up and it was painful to do so. To my relief, the mushrooms I had eaten came up with the orange juice I had swallowed them with. This was followed by painful dry heaves. Fortunately, the periods of total insanity began to grow shorter and I began to realize my body and my surroundings once again. This came at perfect timing. I stood up to leave the bathroom. My entire body ached in a strange way that I've never felt before. It felt like a mix between extreme dehydration and the sensation of a headache only not in my head but in the muscles of my body, particularly my legs. The second I opened the door I saw P run in front of me and proceed to vomit all over the floor. The mushrooms were visible in the puke. P was far more gone than I was at this point. He stared at his own vomit for a minute and then asked if he had done that. J returned from the living room looking better than all of us. Me and J
began to clean up after P and it took us nearly an hour to do so. We kept throwing down towels on the floor and then walking away and forgetting what we had been doing.
P was raving. He explained that he was "coming out of his body" which I take it to mean he was having OoBE's. He tried walking through the front door completely confident he would pass right through it. I hoped he would make it too, thinking our lives would change forever if we had gained supernatural powers. This shows how out of my skull I still was at this time.
But it was different. I felt great as my consciousness of the physical world began to come back. I started to return to my old self and I was glad. P was worried that his parents would be home any minute ( we had roughly 2 hours ).
I could also tell from previous tripping experience that he was under the impression that me and J were plotting against him. He kept trying to catch us talking about him. Soon the visuals were completely gone although I was left with a lingering "wierdness". I felt safe enough to drive at this point and drove P and J to J's house.
I returned home and though my mom definitely knew something strange was going on, I managed to evade questioning and went upstairs. There was a great feeling of euphoria as I entered my room, a feeling completely independent of the shrooms that had almost entirely worn off. I was just glad to finally be home and appreciate it for what it was. I got into bed and slept, waking up that evening as if I had never left my room at all.
P.S. Afterthoughts later, no time to post now. Sorry about the length of my post! I questioned even posting a trip report that I drew no real conclusions out of but decided to just so I could get it down.
J, P and I ate the shrooms at approximately 11:30 AM at P's house. J and P, being less experienced than I, ate 3.5 grams while I ate 5 grams. Much to the disdain of J and I, P invited over 3 friends of ours who have never tripped before and only came to watch and have a few laughs. They arrived in about an hour and I was just starting to feel the effects. Not wishing to make an ass out of myself in front of my sober friends and rather angry at P I decided for myself that I was going to 'fight' the effects of the mushrooms in my body. At this time, that prospect didn't seem so difficult because I was experiencing only a mild body high (which felt good at the time) as well as mild visuals (also good at the time). Rather ominously I can recall myself thinking that I "would not lose my mind".
The 6 of us sat in the living room as the effects on those who had taken the shrooms were becoming more pronounced. Our 3 sober friends were laughing over the conversation between J and P which was completely insane but decidedly funny. They were saying things like "who invited the sun"(it was bright in the room) and suggesting that a bowl in the room that previously held popcorn had the ability to shrink whatever it was placed on top of. I, on the other hand, was completely consumed by an unexplainable desire to act as if I were completely sober. Everyone kept asking me if I was tripping and every time they did, I would lie and tell them that I just felt sick but no effects yet(I did indeed feel very sick to my stomach at this point and did for the duration of the trip). The strangest thing was that all of them completely believed me, although they found it rather odd. I can't describe the visuals at this point. I am not sure there are words for what I was seeing. The closest I can come to explaining them is that empty space seemed to take on a solid aspect to it when I turned quickly. When I closed my eyes I saw people surrounded by a misty sort of light. This was unpleasant only because it was becoming impossible for me to act sober. Luckily my sober friends left, although they said they were coming back. Me and J quickly locked all the doors so that they could not get back in. This is not something we would ever do normally but it was a great relief at the time.
The pain I was feeling in my stomach reached new heights. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I tried to throw up but found it impossible. Within 15 minutes something strange was happening in the rest of the house. J and P were speaking a mix of fragmented sentences and complete jibberish. At this point I was lying on the bathroom floor praying for the trip to end. P was yelling that he heard voices and thought that either J or I was making them. This continued for at least an hour as I lay on the bathroom floor. I felt completely helpless. There were periods of complete ego loss followed by seconds of re-entering(or re-realizing)my physical body. Each time this happened I tried to concentrate on keeping myself in the physical world because the one inside my head was horribly confusing and thoughts that I had made little sense but could be describe as very paranoid. Previous experience remained with me even then, so I knew that I could not die from the psilocybin in my body. But I felt mad with sickness and feared that even when the trip ended, the sickness would remain. P continued to yell but I heard his voice only in my head, as if it were coming from no particular direction at all. He was going on about the voices and I thought briefly that I might be yelling myself, as I had little control over my body being in the state that I was in. I recall clamping my mouth shut telling myself that If my mouth were closed, I could not be calling out. So it was not me making these "voices" after all.
Finally I threw up and it was painful to do so. To my relief, the mushrooms I had eaten came up with the orange juice I had swallowed them with. This was followed by painful dry heaves. Fortunately, the periods of total insanity began to grow shorter and I began to realize my body and my surroundings once again. This came at perfect timing. I stood up to leave the bathroom. My entire body ached in a strange way that I've never felt before. It felt like a mix between extreme dehydration and the sensation of a headache only not in my head but in the muscles of my body, particularly my legs. The second I opened the door I saw P run in front of me and proceed to vomit all over the floor. The mushrooms were visible in the puke. P was far more gone than I was at this point. He stared at his own vomit for a minute and then asked if he had done that. J returned from the living room looking better than all of us. Me and J
began to clean up after P and it took us nearly an hour to do so. We kept throwing down towels on the floor and then walking away and forgetting what we had been doing.
P was raving. He explained that he was "coming out of his body" which I take it to mean he was having OoBE's. He tried walking through the front door completely confident he would pass right through it. I hoped he would make it too, thinking our lives would change forever if we had gained supernatural powers. This shows how out of my skull I still was at this time.
But it was different. I felt great as my consciousness of the physical world began to come back. I started to return to my old self and I was glad. P was worried that his parents would be home any minute ( we had roughly 2 hours ).
I could also tell from previous tripping experience that he was under the impression that me and J were plotting against him. He kept trying to catch us talking about him. Soon the visuals were completely gone although I was left with a lingering "wierdness". I felt safe enough to drive at this point and drove P and J to J's house.
I returned home and though my mom definitely knew something strange was going on, I managed to evade questioning and went upstairs. There was a great feeling of euphoria as I entered my room, a feeling completely independent of the shrooms that had almost entirely worn off. I was just glad to finally be home and appreciate it for what it was. I got into bed and slept, waking up that evening as if I had never left my room at all.
P.S. Afterthoughts later, no time to post now. Sorry about the length of my post! I questioned even posting a trip report that I drew no real conclusions out of but decided to just so I could get it down.
