thesean001
Bluelighter
Ohkay, so this particular time, i ate approximately 3 grams of some good mushrooms :D i didnt think it would be as powerful as this.
ohkay, so it started when i went over to my friend N's house. his mom was gone for the day so i ate the rest of my bag, and he smoked. When i was waiting to come up, i went in his room and watched him roll a few J's and listened to Beck on his stereo. The first thing i felt was just.... feeling not normal. i dont know how else to describe it. i couldnt think very well, but when i did the thoughts were frantic and panicky. N had to leave me alone for a while to go pick up some dealer... so he went off. and i stayed on his couch during this time. I sat down and just laid back and relaxed and looked around at his house. things looked somehwat... "wavy" and kinda busy. i looked at the legs of his chairs and i didnt understand them. they were subtley shifting around. i looked at his ceiling and it was kinda changing patterns and such. i LOVED this, it was pretty great. By then, i felt like it had been an hour or two, and i was peaking, but i was very wrong. i walked into another room and sat there and listened to beck again. that one album where he screams alot :D it was amazing and powerful.
I went on a walk through his house ( i couldnt walk very well ) to see what else i saw. when i saw his cat, i chased after it and played with him for a while. i thought he was deformed and there was somethign wrong... so anyways, nate came back with some dealer and i went down with them to smoke a bowl ( i didnt end up smoking ). so we went down in his garage and i kept complaining i was cold. N gave me a blanket and i was happy for a while. i think i kinda freaked out the dealer. by now, i wasnt in much control and i knew i was going to get coke and make it into crack from earlier and i was wondering where it is... i kept screaming at the dealer for my crack. i have never had crack before. i had a pokemon toy in my mouth that hung out and kinda looked like a pacifier as well, so i was sitter there with a blanket, tripping on shrooms with a pacifier in my mouth, screaming over and over about getting my crack =( i probably made an ass of myself but i didnt care at the time.
i didnt understand my facial features. my eyes and nose felt like ... somewhat connected. i just couldnt comprehend the structure. i was crying when they were smoking ( not in a sad way ) and my nose was like.. flowing. during the entire duration of the trip, i was drooling as well.
i wanted a hit once but we were on cement with a glass bubbler that belonged to the dealer and they refused to hand it to me cause they thoguht i would drop it. i probably would have
ohkay, so then we went upstiars and we were going to eat some food maybe. i was going to call my friend T, cause he is interested in tripping and i wanted to tell him about mine, and what i was thinking and stuff. So i called his house. i screamed when his dad answered the phone.. and i asked where he was.. i just plain didnt understand what a phone was or anything. it felt connected to my face. then i realized that alot of people blew smoke in my face and i felt a little from the weed, cause i was pretty damn out of it.
so next, i had the idea to try and force myself into a bad trip ( i have no idea why ) so i shut myself in a bathroom with no lights on and sat in the bathtub with a notebook. didnt work of course. my thoughts were so damn frantic. i felt like i was shown the answers to everything and it just smashed me. i just sat there and enjoyed everything poor into me. i was SURE that it wasnt the mushrooms making me do this, but that the mushrooms only connect my mind to the "something". that something then can influence me and come into me. i drew a picture to represent that but its on paper and i dont have a scanner. my visuals were pretty great here in the dark. i never got any "hallucinations" but plenty of swirls / patterns and such. i dont even know if you can "hallucinate" from mushrooms. i loved how beat down i was. i was completely fucking smashed with thoughts. so much so that i couldnt comprehend or do anything. i thoguth i was getting Synaesthesia but its so differnet than how i thoguht it would be. perhaps it was just my thought process when i thought about how i could touch / smell and see things. they were all just input to my brain and i took them in so weird. everything was interconnected as well. i ketp repeating that. how everythign wove together perfectly. really weird... i was soo convinced that this state of mind would stay with me. i realized it somewhat can if i make it. not the trip and visual effects of course, but just the thoughts about everything interconnecting.
it was a good trip. it was a bad trip. and it was everything. i cant understand how someone can have a bad trip yet. none of them have been good or bad. they are just trips... i dont know how to explain it yet.
theres no way in the bathrom i couldve been content or happy or even sad / angry. i was everything.
so after locking myself in the dark room for the duration of my peak, i came out and began to come down. i ate some food and made a huge mess. some more kids came over and i was irritable towards them.
i dont know if it was the shrooms or the weed, but i had a horrible headache later on. worst one ive ever had in my life.
ohkay, so it started when i went over to my friend N's house. his mom was gone for the day so i ate the rest of my bag, and he smoked. When i was waiting to come up, i went in his room and watched him roll a few J's and listened to Beck on his stereo. The first thing i felt was just.... feeling not normal. i dont know how else to describe it. i couldnt think very well, but when i did the thoughts were frantic and panicky. N had to leave me alone for a while to go pick up some dealer... so he went off. and i stayed on his couch during this time. I sat down and just laid back and relaxed and looked around at his house. things looked somehwat... "wavy" and kinda busy. i looked at the legs of his chairs and i didnt understand them. they were subtley shifting around. i looked at his ceiling and it was kinda changing patterns and such. i LOVED this, it was pretty great. By then, i felt like it had been an hour or two, and i was peaking, but i was very wrong. i walked into another room and sat there and listened to beck again. that one album where he screams alot :D it was amazing and powerful.
I went on a walk through his house ( i couldnt walk very well ) to see what else i saw. when i saw his cat, i chased after it and played with him for a while. i thought he was deformed and there was somethign wrong... so anyways, nate came back with some dealer and i went down with them to smoke a bowl ( i didnt end up smoking ). so we went down in his garage and i kept complaining i was cold. N gave me a blanket and i was happy for a while. i think i kinda freaked out the dealer. by now, i wasnt in much control and i knew i was going to get coke and make it into crack from earlier and i was wondering where it is... i kept screaming at the dealer for my crack. i have never had crack before. i had a pokemon toy in my mouth that hung out and kinda looked like a pacifier as well, so i was sitter there with a blanket, tripping on shrooms with a pacifier in my mouth, screaming over and over about getting my crack =( i probably made an ass of myself but i didnt care at the time.
i didnt understand my facial features. my eyes and nose felt like ... somewhat connected. i just couldnt comprehend the structure. i was crying when they were smoking ( not in a sad way ) and my nose was like.. flowing. during the entire duration of the trip, i was drooling as well.
i wanted a hit once but we were on cement with a glass bubbler that belonged to the dealer and they refused to hand it to me cause they thoguht i would drop it. i probably would have
ohkay, so then we went upstiars and we were going to eat some food maybe. i was going to call my friend T, cause he is interested in tripping and i wanted to tell him about mine, and what i was thinking and stuff. So i called his house. i screamed when his dad answered the phone.. and i asked where he was.. i just plain didnt understand what a phone was or anything. it felt connected to my face. then i realized that alot of people blew smoke in my face and i felt a little from the weed, cause i was pretty damn out of it.
so next, i had the idea to try and force myself into a bad trip ( i have no idea why ) so i shut myself in a bathroom with no lights on and sat in the bathtub with a notebook. didnt work of course. my thoughts were so damn frantic. i felt like i was shown the answers to everything and it just smashed me. i just sat there and enjoyed everything poor into me. i was SURE that it wasnt the mushrooms making me do this, but that the mushrooms only connect my mind to the "something". that something then can influence me and come into me. i drew a picture to represent that but its on paper and i dont have a scanner. my visuals were pretty great here in the dark. i never got any "hallucinations" but plenty of swirls / patterns and such. i dont even know if you can "hallucinate" from mushrooms. i loved how beat down i was. i was completely fucking smashed with thoughts. so much so that i couldnt comprehend or do anything. i thoguth i was getting Synaesthesia but its so differnet than how i thoguht it would be. perhaps it was just my thought process when i thought about how i could touch / smell and see things. they were all just input to my brain and i took them in so weird. everything was interconnected as well. i ketp repeating that. how everythign wove together perfectly. really weird... i was soo convinced that this state of mind would stay with me. i realized it somewhat can if i make it. not the trip and visual effects of course, but just the thoughts about everything interconnecting.
it was a good trip. it was a bad trip. and it was everything. i cant understand how someone can have a bad trip yet. none of them have been good or bad. they are just trips... i dont know how to explain it yet.
theres no way in the bathrom i couldve been content or happy or even sad / angry. i was everything.
so after locking myself in the dark room for the duration of my peak, i came out and began to come down. i ate some food and made a huge mess
. some more kids came over and i was irritable towards them.i dont know if it was the shrooms or the weed, but i had a horrible headache later on. worst one ive ever had in my life.
