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Shrooms -- First Time -- A five hour vacation inside my mind
Experience with shrooms: None whatsoever.
Experience with other drugs: Weed, acid, e, pcp, k, opiates, nitrous
Alright so we got ourselves a bunch of shrooms, and decided to all try them for the first time at a friend's house. The setting was my friend's basement, with two other friends of mine. We were all sitting on our own couches and basically the whole night we sat and tripped with the music without much conversation - which was good cuz it was really intense. In this post, I'll mostly describe *my* trip tho.
0:00 - We all ingest 3 grams of shrooms. Tasted not bad actually
Afterwards, we go outside and take bonghits and I get real fuckin stoned and we go back inside and turn on some music and watch some TV at low volume.
0:30 - I start looking at the glowing stars on the ceiling and they are all shifting from place to place. Not much tho.
1:00 - The stars are now forming into drops of goo and are dripping off of the ceiling onto me. But before they drip onto me I refocus and they become stars again. Everything on my friend's shelf seems to be looking at me - the pictures, the stuffed animals, the skull. We had a long black light lit up, and I thought the skull was weilding it as a lightsaber, and he was an evil demon with a lightsaber causing all of the stars on the ceiling to ooze onto me and attack me, but I made them become stars again, and we were kind of fighting eachother with our telekenetic use of the stars.
1:30 - I decide to close my eyes, and I see a metallic indian man who looks like Dalsim, hosting a game show. In the game show, I see myself trying to weave myself through mazes and patterns that branch off and on to eachother again and again, while the audience is watching me go through the maze.
My friend then changes the CD and puts some AWESOME trip music on, and now onto the next part...
2:00 - I see a man in a poor desert village, but everyone must think he's holy becuase he's walking through the village dirt road and everyone is revering him. Everytime the track of the CD changed, the man would change scenes and move on to a different situtation. With the second track, he got into a boat on a river, and as he road by everyone was on the shores waving to him. With the track after that, the river flowed into a drain pipe, and the man and 4 of his journeyman got spat out onto the wet New York City streets at night time - only they were small and tiny, the size of my thumb. THey tumbled around trying not to get hit by cars, and the main holy man whipped out a card and swiped it into a secret spot in the side of a building. A door opened and he and his journeyors walked in and it closed behind them. They ended up inside a HUGE underground layer with people just like them who had journeyed there, and with the music, they all began to chill and dance.
This is all with me and my eyes closed. If I opened my eyes - it seemed reality would form back again. I felt like my eyelids were the curtain between the real world and the civilization of dream people that lived inside of the other world. My eyes were the gateway.
2:30 - At this point I decided I have to piss, and asked everyone if they wanted to take bonghits. We all went outside and walked down my friends driveway into the street, and looked up at the stars and going "ooooh ahhhh" like little kids. One of my friends then got freaked out and realized that we wandered outside and were acting like dumbasses and didn't know it - and we quickly hurried in, bong still in hand and un-smoked.
I must have pissed like 8 times during my trip, I dunno what cuased me to piss so much
3:00 - So we go in and I cover my head with this blanket, and we put in the CD George Acosta: Awake. Being under the blanket was incredible, it was like my own world. I looked at one of my hands, and then looked at the other one of my hands, and put them together, and finally realized the Ying Yang. It seemed like everything in this world had a purpose and an anti-purpose. During my trip under the blanket, it would affect my mood constantly. If my left hand was on top of my right, I would feel more realistic and aggressive. If my right was ontop of my left, I'd be more happy and imaginative. This had to do with me crossing my feet too.
4:00 - I decide to leave my blanket and decide that I'm sober enough to drive home - and that I want to get into my bed and just lie there with music. So we leave.
Got home ok.
Next morning my friend tells me that he thought everything last night was fake, that he was god, and so much more shit.
Definitely weird, but enlightening, and definitely trying it again.
[Edit: The original thread title (Shrooms - a five hour vacation inside my mind) was changed to comply with forum guidelines.
-C22]
[ 18 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
Experience with shrooms: None whatsoever.
Experience with other drugs: Weed, acid, e, pcp, k, opiates, nitrous
Alright so we got ourselves a bunch of shrooms, and decided to all try them for the first time at a friend's house. The setting was my friend's basement, with two other friends of mine. We were all sitting on our own couches and basically the whole night we sat and tripped with the music without much conversation - which was good cuz it was really intense. In this post, I'll mostly describe *my* trip tho.
0:00 - We all ingest 3 grams of shrooms. Tasted not bad actually
Afterwards, we go outside and take bonghits and I get real fuckin stoned and we go back inside and turn on some music and watch some TV at low volume.0:30 - I start looking at the glowing stars on the ceiling and they are all shifting from place to place. Not much tho.
1:00 - The stars are now forming into drops of goo and are dripping off of the ceiling onto me. But before they drip onto me I refocus and they become stars again. Everything on my friend's shelf seems to be looking at me - the pictures, the stuffed animals, the skull. We had a long black light lit up, and I thought the skull was weilding it as a lightsaber, and he was an evil demon with a lightsaber causing all of the stars on the ceiling to ooze onto me and attack me, but I made them become stars again, and we were kind of fighting eachother with our telekenetic use of the stars.
1:30 - I decide to close my eyes, and I see a metallic indian man who looks like Dalsim, hosting a game show. In the game show, I see myself trying to weave myself through mazes and patterns that branch off and on to eachother again and again, while the audience is watching me go through the maze.
My friend then changes the CD and puts some AWESOME trip music on, and now onto the next part...
2:00 - I see a man in a poor desert village, but everyone must think he's holy becuase he's walking through the village dirt road and everyone is revering him. Everytime the track of the CD changed, the man would change scenes and move on to a different situtation. With the second track, he got into a boat on a river, and as he road by everyone was on the shores waving to him. With the track after that, the river flowed into a drain pipe, and the man and 4 of his journeyman got spat out onto the wet New York City streets at night time - only they were small and tiny, the size of my thumb. THey tumbled around trying not to get hit by cars, and the main holy man whipped out a card and swiped it into a secret spot in the side of a building. A door opened and he and his journeyors walked in and it closed behind them. They ended up inside a HUGE underground layer with people just like them who had journeyed there, and with the music, they all began to chill and dance.
This is all with me and my eyes closed. If I opened my eyes - it seemed reality would form back again. I felt like my eyelids were the curtain between the real world and the civilization of dream people that lived inside of the other world. My eyes were the gateway.
2:30 - At this point I decided I have to piss, and asked everyone if they wanted to take bonghits. We all went outside and walked down my friends driveway into the street, and looked up at the stars and going "ooooh ahhhh" like little kids. One of my friends then got freaked out and realized that we wandered outside and were acting like dumbasses and didn't know it - and we quickly hurried in, bong still in hand and un-smoked.
I must have pissed like 8 times during my trip, I dunno what cuased me to piss so much
3:00 - So we go in and I cover my head with this blanket, and we put in the CD George Acosta: Awake. Being under the blanket was incredible, it was like my own world. I looked at one of my hands, and then looked at the other one of my hands, and put them together, and finally realized the Ying Yang. It seemed like everything in this world had a purpose and an anti-purpose. During my trip under the blanket, it would affect my mood constantly. If my left hand was on top of my right, I would feel more realistic and aggressive. If my right was ontop of my left, I'd be more happy and imaginative. This had to do with me crossing my feet too.
4:00 - I decide to leave my blanket and decide that I'm sober enough to drive home - and that I want to get into my bed and just lie there with music. So we leave.
Got home ok.
Next morning my friend tells me that he thought everything last night was fake, that he was god, and so much more shit.
Definitely weird, but enlightening, and definitely trying it again.
[Edit: The original thread title (Shrooms - a five hour vacation inside my mind) was changed to comply with forum guidelines.
-C22][ 18 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
