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Trip Time Lasted from: 8.30PM to 2.00AM on Saturday
Type: Golden Caps
T- 0:00 -- Making pb&m sandwitch and getting out water
T- 0:30 -- Finally finish Sandwitch, Gagged multiple times almost threw up on the last bite
T- 1:30 -- Start to get warm and hear a ringing in my ear
This is where I pretty much lose track of time. I did this alone my first time because I felt I could pull it off (and I did no sweat). I had my friend who was experienced in dealing with mushrooms, he had done it multiple times and knew what to expect and was there to calm me down. Eventually he had to leave and thats where my trip started to get interesting. I was sitting in bed feeling really good/excited and anxious. Soon after TV started to make no sense and it reminded me of Requiem for a dream when the old lady was watching TV and it was all fast and really cheesy/fake. I was watching VH1's "Best Week Ever" a show about what happen to celebrities that week.
It seemed no matter what I watched it was not interesting and made no sense but thier features were quite hilarious. Large Foreheads, huge exaggeration feature almost like a characture an artist might draw. It took every stereotype in my mind and basically showed me it. I closed my eyes and I kept hearing about Fabio and how EVERYONE was concerned with Fabio. Then I opened my eyes and thought what I was doing previously was a dream and I had some trouble distinguishing what was real and what was fake but it didnt scare me, it seemed comfortable.
I had it dark most of the time in fear of my parents coming in and seeing my pupils because they were huge. I spent most of my time in my bathroom because it felt most comfortable. I felt safe and thought people would think I was normally by being in the bathroom. My limbs seemed to look abnormal/too long and out of place. Around midnight I got into thinking I don't do anything with my life and decided that I needed to do something so I was thinking of doing all the things that were on my mind that may take less stress off my mind but for some reason I didnt move and go get my math book or catcher in the rye book instead I called people and talked about how I thought boredom was your own jail and how nothing is worse then boredom.
I also drew a picture and wrote two pages about how I felt. My friend on the phone was forcing me to and was saying it will be worth it later. While writing it was quite hard to write it seemed as if there were already scribbles on the paper and there were hi-liter all over it almost as if something from "A Beautiful Mind" to what Jon Nash was doing with the newspapers. My foot ended up sort of morphing/merging into the shower bottom which I thought was quite interesting. Another thing I noticied was there seemed to be a ball of smoke in my cabinet so I got closed and it sort of turned a corner but luckily I caught it and pulled it out and it turned into lint. But there was never any smoke to start out with.
My trip ended or started to die down at approximetly 2AM so I would say it lasted about 8 hours and I was quite intrigued by what I discovered. I also questioned everything and wondered why I felt scared of things. I went to the furthest extremes and lows like whats the worst that could happen. I had few bad aspects like I woke up from a semistate of sleeping kind of hard to describe and everything was dark so I looked down at my floor and thought I saw a body but then I relised that is a completely ludacris thought and said thinking like that will kill my trip so I decided to think of something else. This has tested my mental capacity to the limit, I believe and this is _not_ something that I will do often. Drugs are to be used not abused
12 Hours after while at church I noticied when the music played a purple curtain would wave and ripple but not when I looked at it from the corner of my eye. It has now been about 46 hours and I'm back to normal. I feel it has made me more mature/helped my concentration and made my slight add go away. But it could just be all in my head.
Type: Golden Caps
T- 0:00 -- Making pb&m sandwitch and getting out water
T- 0:30 -- Finally finish Sandwitch, Gagged multiple times almost threw up on the last bite
T- 1:30 -- Start to get warm and hear a ringing in my ear
This is where I pretty much lose track of time. I did this alone my first time because I felt I could pull it off (and I did no sweat). I had my friend who was experienced in dealing with mushrooms, he had done it multiple times and knew what to expect and was there to calm me down. Eventually he had to leave and thats where my trip started to get interesting. I was sitting in bed feeling really good/excited and anxious. Soon after TV started to make no sense and it reminded me of Requiem for a dream when the old lady was watching TV and it was all fast and really cheesy/fake. I was watching VH1's "Best Week Ever" a show about what happen to celebrities that week.
It seemed no matter what I watched it was not interesting and made no sense but thier features were quite hilarious. Large Foreheads, huge exaggeration feature almost like a characture an artist might draw. It took every stereotype in my mind and basically showed me it. I closed my eyes and I kept hearing about Fabio and how EVERYONE was concerned with Fabio. Then I opened my eyes and thought what I was doing previously was a dream and I had some trouble distinguishing what was real and what was fake but it didnt scare me, it seemed comfortable.
I had it dark most of the time in fear of my parents coming in and seeing my pupils because they were huge. I spent most of my time in my bathroom because it felt most comfortable. I felt safe and thought people would think I was normally by being in the bathroom. My limbs seemed to look abnormal/too long and out of place. Around midnight I got into thinking I don't do anything with my life and decided that I needed to do something so I was thinking of doing all the things that were on my mind that may take less stress off my mind but for some reason I didnt move and go get my math book or catcher in the rye book instead I called people and talked about how I thought boredom was your own jail and how nothing is worse then boredom.
I also drew a picture and wrote two pages about how I felt. My friend on the phone was forcing me to and was saying it will be worth it later. While writing it was quite hard to write it seemed as if there were already scribbles on the paper and there were hi-liter all over it almost as if something from "A Beautiful Mind" to what Jon Nash was doing with the newspapers. My foot ended up sort of morphing/merging into the shower bottom which I thought was quite interesting. Another thing I noticied was there seemed to be a ball of smoke in my cabinet so I got closed and it sort of turned a corner but luckily I caught it and pulled it out and it turned into lint. But there was never any smoke to start out with.
My trip ended or started to die down at approximetly 2AM so I would say it lasted about 8 hours and I was quite intrigued by what I discovered. I also questioned everything and wondered why I felt scared of things. I went to the furthest extremes and lows like whats the worst that could happen. I had few bad aspects like I woke up from a semistate of sleeping kind of hard to describe and everything was dark so I looked down at my floor and thought I saw a body but then I relised that is a completely ludacris thought and said thinking like that will kill my trip so I decided to think of something else. This has tested my mental capacity to the limit, I believe and this is _not_ something that I will do often. Drugs are to be used not abused
12 Hours after while at church I noticied when the music played a purple curtain would wave and ripple but not when I looked at it from the corner of my eye. It has now been about 46 hours and I'm back to normal. I feel it has made me more mature/helped my concentration and made my slight add go away. But it could just be all in my head.
