Amount: 1/8
Eaten
7pm-3am
First off, my first experience with mushrooms is very hard to explain, not the visuals but the emotional and psychological effects.
my cousin pulled through for me again and got me some shrooms. Last night me my friends J, B, and M went over to my friend X's apartment to eat our shrooms and trip out off the lights they have.
At 7pm me and my friend J decided to eat our shrooms with mug root beet. All were consumed with no problem or sickness. It didnt take long to feel the effects. My skins felt real soft kinda like it was melting....this was followed by patterns in my eyes. the whole room was so beautiful.
after about an hour after eating the shrooms me, j, M and b went to my friend c's house (again) when i got into the car i had a wave of laugher and thats when my hearing kicked in...it sounded like echoes the voices from my music got higher and then deeper and seems to whirl around me.
when we got to c's house i was trippin pretty hard. i didnt want to sit down and my patterns were getting thicker and my visuals were getting more intense. After awhile i could follow my smoke from my cigarette into my little sphere of changing colors and patterns and the smoke would to a twirl until my attention was pulled to something else. everything was funny to me i looked at my friend m's face and it seemed to have a bubble pattern on it. i closed my eyes and WOW. my closed eye visuals were extremely intense (ill get to this later) after we had been there for awhile i realized i would have to look after j since no on else would. from then on i found myself checking every problem i may have before i started to enjoy myself. this is when it got a little scary. i would first check for my cigarettes, phone and lighter as soon as i located all of those and stopped to enjoy my visuals i felt it was necessary to check on j, then m when i saw they were ok thats when i would just stare into the air at my patterns but then i found myself becoming extremely confused....voices caried in from the other room like they were right behind me and i started responding to them i ALWAYS thought someone was behind me and i would talk and talk and talk and ask for an opinion, turn around and find nothing but me in an empty room. After his i tried my hardest to stay near people. I got into the room where everyone was (about 10 people) and i thought it would be ok until some of my friends thought it would be funny to mess with me. every sound mixed in together phones,voices, the music...it was fun but confusing..after awhile this kid Mor started talking backwards to me and that just messed me up. after that they all started saying stuff backwards to me im almost sure they were doing it on purpose but last night no one would say wether they were messing with me or not which scared me a bit and got me to think about how close to insanity i was. i started to think about how bad it would be if you didnt have a friend "to pull you back into reality" and all my friends just seemed to being having fun at my expense. i couldnt concentrate on one thing for more than a minute so one person would talk to me then another would interupt and some would be arguing and i would be split between the two conversations. I started to think that this is how people become split personalitied....i cant explain it now but it was just like everytime someone talked to me and i turned to them...i would enter another world every room seemed to be another world. After awhile i just started closing my eyes and trying to concentrate on those visuals but even that didnt work it seemed all my friend knew how to get to me, i didnt know if that was good or not, they all know my whole social life revolves around my cell phone and i hate missing calls so they would call my cell phone when ever i closed my eyes long enough to enjoy myself. Right now i still dont know if it was the drug or if they were messing with me, i know the phone thing was them BUT it seemed like everyone was moving in unisin with my attention span...it seemed like they were timing the music and everything...the music slowed down i began to go into myself...the music sped up and i would open my eyes and look up and try to join one of the many conversations that seemed to be going on...i really cant explain it now. when i asked my friends if they were messing with me and no one would give me a straight face it began to really scare me. i tried to explain to them that this is how people go insane. After awhile i just got fed up with it and went into c's room, shut the lights off,closed and locked the door.
While i was in c's room i was kind of in a state of self evaluation i started to think about who i really was. i closed my eyes and everytime i did i would always see a brick wall with vines on it...i could have sworn i had seen it before but i couldnt pin point it. after that the wall would turn into steps with wild patterns that would go from bottom to top...every time i closed my eyes i saw that. what i saw after the steps varied from my friend faces to a field of what seemed to be purple wheet plants. i noticed it was after awhile i really couldnt tell if my eyes were opened or closed which really freaked me out cuz it brought up the thought of having a friend to pull you into reality thought...i went back into the crowded room.
the same thing was going on except now my thoughts that they were messing with me were alot stronger...c's sister came in with about 5 other people so there were about 16 people in the house...the same thing was going on, like 5 people talking to me and after going back and forth and thinking im entering and exiting different worlds and finally puting it all off and keeping to myself..i thought i had discovered the source of insanity...your friends are what keep you sane...if you keep you keep to yourself you will go insane...you always have to rely on friends for help...but what if you're friends are not there to help you? what if they deny you enough times to where you are forced to go into yourself and find the answer even if you are not physically or mentally capable? this is what i kept asking myself after repeatidly asking my friends wether i was really hearing this shit and they were messing with me or was it the drug....they all kept to their story...after awhile it sounded like they were reciting nursery rhymes which made me think they were messing with me even more. After awhile i just got pissed...i still had the keys to my car so i told them if they didnt tell the truth i was going to leave they still did the same thing so i got up and went outside to my car and i could see them all looking at me through the window...i got into my car and turned it on....right then my friend Joh ran out to stop me and said they were messing with me so i got out and gave him the keys...i came back into the room and it all started back after about 10 minutes....i was freaked out and ready to go so john drove me to j's house where p and j were already. i refused to open my eyes when john was talking to me and i hoped that it was really the drug and that my friends, the ones i depend on for help would most certainly pull me back into reality on or off any drug if they saw i was that scared. i tried to write as much as i could down to explain to someone but my attention was always drawn away and it basically came out as jibrish.
My evaluation of the night comes to and evaluation of myself:
i seem to always check to see if my friends are ok and having a good time before i do..its not something i try to do it just seems i feel its my job...Alot of my problems seem to be the solution...I depend on my friends for alot of stuff and i feel if i try to figure it out on my own i will get to nothing.
over all it was a good night, it was fun, i actually enjoyed the thoughts when i came to grip with them...i will definately do it again sometimes soon....oh yeah so no one gets all hyped up...there was no way in hell i was going to drive i just knew it would take something extreme to bring them out.
Sorry if this doesnt make sense...all last night i was thinking of how to describe it...
Eaten
7pm-3am
First off, my first experience with mushrooms is very hard to explain, not the visuals but the emotional and psychological effects.
my cousin pulled through for me again and got me some shrooms. Last night me my friends J, B, and M went over to my friend X's apartment to eat our shrooms and trip out off the lights they have.
At 7pm me and my friend J decided to eat our shrooms with mug root beet. All were consumed with no problem or sickness. It didnt take long to feel the effects. My skins felt real soft kinda like it was melting....this was followed by patterns in my eyes. the whole room was so beautiful.
after about an hour after eating the shrooms me, j, M and b went to my friend c's house (again) when i got into the car i had a wave of laugher and thats when my hearing kicked in...it sounded like echoes the voices from my music got higher and then deeper and seems to whirl around me.
when we got to c's house i was trippin pretty hard. i didnt want to sit down and my patterns were getting thicker and my visuals were getting more intense. After awhile i could follow my smoke from my cigarette into my little sphere of changing colors and patterns and the smoke would to a twirl until my attention was pulled to something else. everything was funny to me i looked at my friend m's face and it seemed to have a bubble pattern on it. i closed my eyes and WOW. my closed eye visuals were extremely intense (ill get to this later) after we had been there for awhile i realized i would have to look after j since no on else would. from then on i found myself checking every problem i may have before i started to enjoy myself. this is when it got a little scary. i would first check for my cigarettes, phone and lighter as soon as i located all of those and stopped to enjoy my visuals i felt it was necessary to check on j, then m when i saw they were ok thats when i would just stare into the air at my patterns but then i found myself becoming extremely confused....voices caried in from the other room like they were right behind me and i started responding to them i ALWAYS thought someone was behind me and i would talk and talk and talk and ask for an opinion, turn around and find nothing but me in an empty room. After his i tried my hardest to stay near people. I got into the room where everyone was (about 10 people) and i thought it would be ok until some of my friends thought it would be funny to mess with me. every sound mixed in together phones,voices, the music...it was fun but confusing..after awhile this kid Mor started talking backwards to me and that just messed me up. after that they all started saying stuff backwards to me im almost sure they were doing it on purpose but last night no one would say wether they were messing with me or not which scared me a bit and got me to think about how close to insanity i was. i started to think about how bad it would be if you didnt have a friend "to pull you back into reality" and all my friends just seemed to being having fun at my expense. i couldnt concentrate on one thing for more than a minute so one person would talk to me then another would interupt and some would be arguing and i would be split between the two conversations. I started to think that this is how people become split personalitied....i cant explain it now but it was just like everytime someone talked to me and i turned to them...i would enter another world every room seemed to be another world. After awhile i just started closing my eyes and trying to concentrate on those visuals but even that didnt work it seemed all my friend knew how to get to me, i didnt know if that was good or not, they all know my whole social life revolves around my cell phone and i hate missing calls so they would call my cell phone when ever i closed my eyes long enough to enjoy myself. Right now i still dont know if it was the drug or if they were messing with me, i know the phone thing was them BUT it seemed like everyone was moving in unisin with my attention span...it seemed like they were timing the music and everything...the music slowed down i began to go into myself...the music sped up and i would open my eyes and look up and try to join one of the many conversations that seemed to be going on...i really cant explain it now. when i asked my friends if they were messing with me and no one would give me a straight face it began to really scare me. i tried to explain to them that this is how people go insane. After awhile i just got fed up with it and went into c's room, shut the lights off,closed and locked the door.
While i was in c's room i was kind of in a state of self evaluation i started to think about who i really was. i closed my eyes and everytime i did i would always see a brick wall with vines on it...i could have sworn i had seen it before but i couldnt pin point it. after that the wall would turn into steps with wild patterns that would go from bottom to top...every time i closed my eyes i saw that. what i saw after the steps varied from my friend faces to a field of what seemed to be purple wheet plants. i noticed it was after awhile i really couldnt tell if my eyes were opened or closed which really freaked me out cuz it brought up the thought of having a friend to pull you into reality thought...i went back into the crowded room.
the same thing was going on except now my thoughts that they were messing with me were alot stronger...c's sister came in with about 5 other people so there were about 16 people in the house...the same thing was going on, like 5 people talking to me and after going back and forth and thinking im entering and exiting different worlds and finally puting it all off and keeping to myself..i thought i had discovered the source of insanity...your friends are what keep you sane...if you keep you keep to yourself you will go insane...you always have to rely on friends for help...but what if you're friends are not there to help you? what if they deny you enough times to where you are forced to go into yourself and find the answer even if you are not physically or mentally capable? this is what i kept asking myself after repeatidly asking my friends wether i was really hearing this shit and they were messing with me or was it the drug....they all kept to their story...after awhile it sounded like they were reciting nursery rhymes which made me think they were messing with me even more. After awhile i just got pissed...i still had the keys to my car so i told them if they didnt tell the truth i was going to leave they still did the same thing so i got up and went outside to my car and i could see them all looking at me through the window...i got into my car and turned it on....right then my friend Joh ran out to stop me and said they were messing with me so i got out and gave him the keys...i came back into the room and it all started back after about 10 minutes....i was freaked out and ready to go so john drove me to j's house where p and j were already. i refused to open my eyes when john was talking to me and i hoped that it was really the drug and that my friends, the ones i depend on for help would most certainly pull me back into reality on or off any drug if they saw i was that scared. i tried to write as much as i could down to explain to someone but my attention was always drawn away and it basically came out as jibrish.
My evaluation of the night comes to and evaluation of myself:
i seem to always check to see if my friends are ok and having a good time before i do..its not something i try to do it just seems i feel its my job...Alot of my problems seem to be the solution...I depend on my friends for alot of stuff and i feel if i try to figure it out on my own i will get to nothing.
over all it was a good night, it was fun, i actually enjoyed the thoughts when i came to grip with them...i will definately do it again sometimes soon....oh yeah so no one gets all hyped up...there was no way in hell i was going to drive i just knew it would take something extreme to bring them out.
Sorry if this doesnt make sense...all last night i was thinking of how to describe it...
