BuckAtl
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First Mushroom Trip, Amsterdam Style
Prelude: Nothing too intense, just a good ass time with me and my friend on some mushrooms in Amsterdam. It was my first time and my friends second. He had a reaaallllly bad trip the first time he took them so he was somewhat nervous....
Me and a friend were in Amsterdam for spring break. We each bought 30 grams of fresh ecuadorian mushrooms at a smart shop called "The Magic Mushroom." We eat them in a big park with really cool scenery. The mushrooms tasted alright, nothing too bad. We sat on a park bench with our iPods listening to music waiting for the effects to kick in. Not exactly sure about time, but about 30-40 minutes after consumption is when it started. Colors jumped out at me. Light colors seemed to be glowing and really appealing to the eye. Also, buildings and trees seemed to have a glowing light colored border around them. No real mental effects yet, just visual. Staring at the ground, the grass started moving around. Parts of the grass, which earlier appeared to be all one color, now changed darker, to lighter, and back to darker again. This was really cool to me. I was all smiles at this point in time. It was cold outside (maybe 50 degrees or so) so we decided to go back to the hotel room.
We get inside our hotel room, and I stare in the mirror. My face looked uniquely different. I saw what appeared to be veins running across my cheeks, I also saw acne, or reddish bumps all over my face which wasnt actually there. This didnt bother me. Infact, very little bothered me. I felt VERY confident at this point. I felt like I was a character in a movie or a reality show and was very worthy of being watched. I loved hearing myself talk (and no I am definitely not one of those people). I began writing down some of the random babblings we were talking about, mostly drug related. The words on the paper expanded, then shrunk, and then expanded, then shrunk over and over again. My hand also appeared to be extremely large. Closing my eyes I saw a lot of yellow lights, which reminded me of the neon lights of Las Vegas. I felt so full of energy. I remember reading about some clans of Vikings who used mushrooms before battle and this coined them the nickname "Berserkers." I could definitely relate to that, I felt berserk with energy. Berserk implies violent, but I didnt feel violent at all, just sooo energetic. I couldnt stay in one place for more than 5 minutes. I felt most comfortable pacing back and forth around the room.
We decide to go to an art museum. It takes us about 30 minutes to make sure we have everything we need to leave, and finally we are off. Walking down the street, we bump into some kid, and being social people we start talking to him. He looked just like an elf to me. His ears appeared pointed, but he was cool, we had good conversation. I am pretty sure he knew we were fuct up. Ofcourse the art museum is closed, and ofcourse it takes us about an hour of walking around the huge ass museum to figure this out. We see a midget walking down the street and we both start histerically laughing. I felt pretty bad about that afterwards but hey man, it was a funny looking midget.
We found a group of 3 girls our age and start talking to them. I could not hold eye contact for the life of me because the longer I stared at their faces, the more weird shit I saw on their face, mainly purplish, veiny looking streaks. We talked about basic stuff, where are you from, etc. They were cool and positive but I felt uncomfortable because I couldnt hold eye contact and we were acting pretty stupid. We say our goodbyes and started walking back to our hotel. We get approached by a bum. I didnt know it was a bum at the time though. He starts talking to us out of nowhere and ofcourse we both give him the time of day. He talks philosophy mainly, weird viewpoints I wasn't really listening to. He also had purple veiny streaks on his face if you stared at him for more than a second. I kept laughing at him because he would not shutup and it was funny to me because it all seemed like jibberish. I was trying to be polite, but I couldnt. We finally ditch that guy and hit the hotel room again.
I looked at the clock and it was about 6-7 hours since we first took the mushrooms and I was still tripping pretty hard. My stomach started aching a bit, the aching came and went, and it wasnt anything too intense but it was still there. I looked in the mirror and my pupils were still dilated as hell. This made me a bit uneasy, because I couldnt feel myself becoming sober at all. I became preoccupied with this idea, when am I gonna be sober? Shouldnt I be sober now? I laid on the bed and curled into a ball under the covers and tried to go to sleep. I couldnt sleep at all. I tried to listen to music but the music just seemed annoying to me. The positive happy songs I picked out to listen to didnt have much of an effect on me like I thought they would. After probably an hour or so under the damn covers curled into a ball I fell asleep. I woke up about 3 hours later with a good amount of sweat on me and completely sober.
All in all it was an AWESOME time. I am glad I did it. The last part of the trip was sour, but it wasnt anything overwhelming, more just like a semi-intense worry. I think next time, just let the mushrooms run its course and dont worry about being sober. It WILL come.
Prelude: Nothing too intense, just a good ass time with me and my friend on some mushrooms in Amsterdam. It was my first time and my friends second. He had a reaaallllly bad trip the first time he took them so he was somewhat nervous....
Me and a friend were in Amsterdam for spring break. We each bought 30 grams of fresh ecuadorian mushrooms at a smart shop called "The Magic Mushroom." We eat them in a big park with really cool scenery. The mushrooms tasted alright, nothing too bad. We sat on a park bench with our iPods listening to music waiting for the effects to kick in. Not exactly sure about time, but about 30-40 minutes after consumption is when it started. Colors jumped out at me. Light colors seemed to be glowing and really appealing to the eye. Also, buildings and trees seemed to have a glowing light colored border around them. No real mental effects yet, just visual. Staring at the ground, the grass started moving around. Parts of the grass, which earlier appeared to be all one color, now changed darker, to lighter, and back to darker again. This was really cool to me. I was all smiles at this point in time. It was cold outside (maybe 50 degrees or so) so we decided to go back to the hotel room.
We get inside our hotel room, and I stare in the mirror. My face looked uniquely different. I saw what appeared to be veins running across my cheeks, I also saw acne, or reddish bumps all over my face which wasnt actually there. This didnt bother me. Infact, very little bothered me. I felt VERY confident at this point. I felt like I was a character in a movie or a reality show and was very worthy of being watched. I loved hearing myself talk (and no I am definitely not one of those people). I began writing down some of the random babblings we were talking about, mostly drug related. The words on the paper expanded, then shrunk, and then expanded, then shrunk over and over again. My hand also appeared to be extremely large. Closing my eyes I saw a lot of yellow lights, which reminded me of the neon lights of Las Vegas. I felt so full of energy. I remember reading about some clans of Vikings who used mushrooms before battle and this coined them the nickname "Berserkers." I could definitely relate to that, I felt berserk with energy. Berserk implies violent, but I didnt feel violent at all, just sooo energetic. I couldnt stay in one place for more than 5 minutes. I felt most comfortable pacing back and forth around the room.
We decide to go to an art museum. It takes us about 30 minutes to make sure we have everything we need to leave, and finally we are off. Walking down the street, we bump into some kid, and being social people we start talking to him. He looked just like an elf to me. His ears appeared pointed, but he was cool, we had good conversation. I am pretty sure he knew we were fuct up. Ofcourse the art museum is closed, and ofcourse it takes us about an hour of walking around the huge ass museum to figure this out. We see a midget walking down the street and we both start histerically laughing. I felt pretty bad about that afterwards but hey man, it was a funny looking midget.
We found a group of 3 girls our age and start talking to them. I could not hold eye contact for the life of me because the longer I stared at their faces, the more weird shit I saw on their face, mainly purplish, veiny looking streaks. We talked about basic stuff, where are you from, etc. They were cool and positive but I felt uncomfortable because I couldnt hold eye contact and we were acting pretty stupid. We say our goodbyes and started walking back to our hotel. We get approached by a bum. I didnt know it was a bum at the time though. He starts talking to us out of nowhere and ofcourse we both give him the time of day. He talks philosophy mainly, weird viewpoints I wasn't really listening to. He also had purple veiny streaks on his face if you stared at him for more than a second. I kept laughing at him because he would not shutup and it was funny to me because it all seemed like jibberish. I was trying to be polite, but I couldnt. We finally ditch that guy and hit the hotel room again.
I looked at the clock and it was about 6-7 hours since we first took the mushrooms and I was still tripping pretty hard. My stomach started aching a bit, the aching came and went, and it wasnt anything too intense but it was still there. I looked in the mirror and my pupils were still dilated as hell. This made me a bit uneasy, because I couldnt feel myself becoming sober at all. I became preoccupied with this idea, when am I gonna be sober? Shouldnt I be sober now? I laid on the bed and curled into a ball under the covers and tried to go to sleep. I couldnt sleep at all. I tried to listen to music but the music just seemed annoying to me. The positive happy songs I picked out to listen to didnt have much of an effect on me like I thought they would. After probably an hour or so under the damn covers curled into a ball I fell asleep. I woke up about 3 hours later with a good amount of sweat on me and completely sober.
All in all it was an AWESOME time. I am glad I did it. The last part of the trip was sour, but it wasnt anything overwhelming, more just like a semi-intense worry. I think next time, just let the mushrooms run its course and dont worry about being sober. It WILL come.
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