joeldatroll
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First shroom trip: excitement, insanity, irresponsibility, luck
A friend of mine and I were thinking about shrooming for a while. We decided that one night we should each take a 1/4th of shrooms and see where that took us. Lucky occurance number 1: we only had enough for one quarter, so we each ate an 8th. Im confident that if we both took a quarter we would have ended up in a hospital. We ate our shrooms in my car in a Burger King parking lot. With ketchup. We call up a few of our buddies and decide to meet at the Middle School to smoke a blunt. This would be my first time on any sort of hallucinagenic other than weed.(9:00)
30 minutes after taking the shrooms we arrive at the school and our friends are waiting for us there. We both have that goofy wave like feeling going. My friend who is tripping with me is the blunt roller of the group so he starts to unwrap the dutch. He struggles to find the seam to unwrap the leaf and soon gives up and the rolling duties go to someone else. This was around when things started to go bad for me. I felt out of place and alone. I was this little, weak, fleshy being in a vast and dangerous world. So fragile. Poke a hole in me the right way and I die. Pit me against a wolf, bear, tiger, lion, porcupine, anything, and I would come out dead. Being human felt "weird".
15 minutes later, once the bliz is rolled we all walk up this hill to a big field and sit on bleachers so we can smoke. Smoking the blunt was a joke. I would inhale and exhale without feeling a thing. After a few minutes when one usually starts to feel high, I felt nothing. It was like the mushrooms I ate were amused at the marijuana's feeble attempts to alter me. They looked at the weed, laughed, and said "Is that all you got?", then showed the weed what altering a persons consciousness really means. By this time I grow increasingly anxious. Not being able to see what is behind me bothers me. I constantly look behind me "just to make sure". I look up and I can see lights traveling across the night sky. These are alien space craft thousands of lightyears away. They are always there but I can only see them because I am tripping. I get this feeling that we are just a lifeform that is allowed to live out of the mercy of another lifeform because we are so inferior. My friends are dancing around making goofy noises, doing what high people do when they are feeling wacky. I looked at them as if I never seen people behave in such a manner and it seemed primitive to me.
**somewhere around here I had forgotten completely that I had taken mushrooms and I just took things for face value, which turns out is not a good thing**
20 minutes later after the blunt is smoked we all go back down the hill. I stand at the top of the hill and look at the parking lot below us, only that it doesnt look below us. The field and the top of the hill and the parking lot are on the same altitude. Somehow I make my way down the hill back to our cars. I start to be able to "feel" my body. Like my skin, skeleton, and muscles are seperate beings. My skin is just flesh wrapped around muscle and bone. My skeleton is significant because it allows me to take shape, and it is like the gift of nature that supports my living body. My body created my muscles to move my bones, and my skin just feels flat out wierd. It was like this packaging that hid all the ugliness of my inner body and kept it safe.
This section of my trip gets its own title: "The Basketball"
A friend of mine gets the basketball out of my car and starts dribbling it. He passes it to me. I hold the ball and stare at it in amazement. The ball is wet and feels slimy in my hand. I struggle to maintain posession of the ball (yes, I was only trying to hold onto it). I drop it numerous times before I get a firm grasp on it. I try to figure out what it might be or what it might be used for, and I conclude that it is an alien egg sack. I hold the ball against my chest and this girl comes up to me and holds the ball up to her chest too. She says something like, "Haa, we're connected at the basketball!". I stare at her in awe of the situation. Afterall, we were connected at the basketball!
My tripping friend takes the basketball and starts to shoot at the basket near by. He gives me the ball and asks me to do the same. I cant. I stand there thinking about how odd a game basketball is. Ten guys try frantically to put a ball through a small rim. It puzzled me as if I were a person who has never seen sports before. I try to throw the ball through the hoop but it lands a good 5 feet infront of the hoop. I laugh.
Another 25-30 minutes later after my encounter with the basketball was when people started to mess with me which I beleive contributed greatly to my insanity. My friend who is a good 8-10 inches taller than me starts making these wierd noises and saying all this weird crap...then he comes up right infront of me and puts his hands around my neck. At this time I am really starting to question my trust for this character. Is he a threat? Do I try to defend myself? Our bodies were collections of atoms, and he easily outnumbered me in that category. I felt like this was the time when I decide to fight or to flight, and I did neither. I just stared at him.
10 minutes later, everyone except me and my tripping buddy remain in the parking lot. A couple kids I know drive up to us in their car and know that we are tripping, so they too decide to mess with us. He was driving in circles, revving his engine, flashing his lights, all that good stuff. I didnt even take into account that there were people in the car. I just looked at the car as its own being. It was a very loud and very frightening being. I thought I had done something to make it angry, and for a time I thought I was about to die and this would be my hell, having this car chase me around and menace me. This was when I lost it and this is where large portions of our night are missing due to me flat out not remembering them.
Eventually the car leaves and its just me and my tripping buddy alone. We stand in the parking lot facing eachother for around 20 minutes, he says. He tells me he was dictating something to me thinking I was listening but in reality I dont remember a single thing he said. I remember looking at him but I dont remember anything that was said. Eventually the time comes when we have to go home. I was sleeping over at his place and we had to be home at 12. He tells me that we have to get into my car and drive to his house. I look over at my car. I laugh. Getting into the car seemed like the most absurd thing to do at that point. What is this car and why do I have to get into it? Eventually he convinces me to get in the passenger seat, knowing that I am fully incapable of driving. I sit in the seat so that my legs are hanging out of the car and my friend tries to tell me to put my feet in. I dont understand. He then gently shuts the door and it hits my legs. I now realized that my atoms were in the way of the car's atoms and I needed to move them so that everything would work the way its supposed to. I dont remember anything about the ride home. My friend says that it was the scariest ride of his life.
That was the irresponsible and the lucky part. Now I know better than to have something like a curfew while tripping, and I now know that tripping and driving should absolutely NOT be mixed. We were lucky because we didn't die or kill anyone else.
I remember waking up in a bed in my friends house with my friend typing on a computer in the same room. At this point I am coming in and out of reality. For 5 minutes I would bite at the insides of my cheeck and bite my tongue (thankfully I didnt bite too hard) and contort my body because I beleived I had died and went to hell. Then for one minute I would realize that its not real and make a little progress into coming back to reality. This went on for about a half hour. Finally, I snap out of it, and have a long and interesting talk with my friend.
A friend of mine and I were thinking about shrooming for a while. We decided that one night we should each take a 1/4th of shrooms and see where that took us. Lucky occurance number 1: we only had enough for one quarter, so we each ate an 8th. Im confident that if we both took a quarter we would have ended up in a hospital. We ate our shrooms in my car in a Burger King parking lot. With ketchup. We call up a few of our buddies and decide to meet at the Middle School to smoke a blunt. This would be my first time on any sort of hallucinagenic other than weed.(9:00)
30 minutes after taking the shrooms we arrive at the school and our friends are waiting for us there. We both have that goofy wave like feeling going. My friend who is tripping with me is the blunt roller of the group so he starts to unwrap the dutch. He struggles to find the seam to unwrap the leaf and soon gives up and the rolling duties go to someone else. This was around when things started to go bad for me. I felt out of place and alone. I was this little, weak, fleshy being in a vast and dangerous world. So fragile. Poke a hole in me the right way and I die. Pit me against a wolf, bear, tiger, lion, porcupine, anything, and I would come out dead. Being human felt "weird".
15 minutes later, once the bliz is rolled we all walk up this hill to a big field and sit on bleachers so we can smoke. Smoking the blunt was a joke. I would inhale and exhale without feeling a thing. After a few minutes when one usually starts to feel high, I felt nothing. It was like the mushrooms I ate were amused at the marijuana's feeble attempts to alter me. They looked at the weed, laughed, and said "Is that all you got?", then showed the weed what altering a persons consciousness really means. By this time I grow increasingly anxious. Not being able to see what is behind me bothers me. I constantly look behind me "just to make sure". I look up and I can see lights traveling across the night sky. These are alien space craft thousands of lightyears away. They are always there but I can only see them because I am tripping. I get this feeling that we are just a lifeform that is allowed to live out of the mercy of another lifeform because we are so inferior. My friends are dancing around making goofy noises, doing what high people do when they are feeling wacky. I looked at them as if I never seen people behave in such a manner and it seemed primitive to me.
**somewhere around here I had forgotten completely that I had taken mushrooms and I just took things for face value, which turns out is not a good thing**
20 minutes later after the blunt is smoked we all go back down the hill. I stand at the top of the hill and look at the parking lot below us, only that it doesnt look below us. The field and the top of the hill and the parking lot are on the same altitude. Somehow I make my way down the hill back to our cars. I start to be able to "feel" my body. Like my skin, skeleton, and muscles are seperate beings. My skin is just flesh wrapped around muscle and bone. My skeleton is significant because it allows me to take shape, and it is like the gift of nature that supports my living body. My body created my muscles to move my bones, and my skin just feels flat out wierd. It was like this packaging that hid all the ugliness of my inner body and kept it safe.
This section of my trip gets its own title: "The Basketball"
A friend of mine gets the basketball out of my car and starts dribbling it. He passes it to me. I hold the ball and stare at it in amazement. The ball is wet and feels slimy in my hand. I struggle to maintain posession of the ball (yes, I was only trying to hold onto it). I drop it numerous times before I get a firm grasp on it. I try to figure out what it might be or what it might be used for, and I conclude that it is an alien egg sack. I hold the ball against my chest and this girl comes up to me and holds the ball up to her chest too. She says something like, "Haa, we're connected at the basketball!". I stare at her in awe of the situation. Afterall, we were connected at the basketball!
My tripping friend takes the basketball and starts to shoot at the basket near by. He gives me the ball and asks me to do the same. I cant. I stand there thinking about how odd a game basketball is. Ten guys try frantically to put a ball through a small rim. It puzzled me as if I were a person who has never seen sports before. I try to throw the ball through the hoop but it lands a good 5 feet infront of the hoop. I laugh.
Another 25-30 minutes later after my encounter with the basketball was when people started to mess with me which I beleive contributed greatly to my insanity. My friend who is a good 8-10 inches taller than me starts making these wierd noises and saying all this weird crap...then he comes up right infront of me and puts his hands around my neck. At this time I am really starting to question my trust for this character. Is he a threat? Do I try to defend myself? Our bodies were collections of atoms, and he easily outnumbered me in that category. I felt like this was the time when I decide to fight or to flight, and I did neither. I just stared at him.
10 minutes later, everyone except me and my tripping buddy remain in the parking lot. A couple kids I know drive up to us in their car and know that we are tripping, so they too decide to mess with us. He was driving in circles, revving his engine, flashing his lights, all that good stuff. I didnt even take into account that there were people in the car. I just looked at the car as its own being. It was a very loud and very frightening being. I thought I had done something to make it angry, and for a time I thought I was about to die and this would be my hell, having this car chase me around and menace me. This was when I lost it and this is where large portions of our night are missing due to me flat out not remembering them.
Eventually the car leaves and its just me and my tripping buddy alone. We stand in the parking lot facing eachother for around 20 minutes, he says. He tells me he was dictating something to me thinking I was listening but in reality I dont remember a single thing he said. I remember looking at him but I dont remember anything that was said. Eventually the time comes when we have to go home. I was sleeping over at his place and we had to be home at 12. He tells me that we have to get into my car and drive to his house. I look over at my car. I laugh. Getting into the car seemed like the most absurd thing to do at that point. What is this car and why do I have to get into it? Eventually he convinces me to get in the passenger seat, knowing that I am fully incapable of driving. I sit in the seat so that my legs are hanging out of the car and my friend tries to tell me to put my feet in. I dont understand. He then gently shuts the door and it hits my legs. I now realized that my atoms were in the way of the car's atoms and I needed to move them so that everything would work the way its supposed to. I dont remember anything about the ride home. My friend says that it was the scariest ride of his life.
That was the irresponsible and the lucky part. Now I know better than to have something like a curfew while tripping, and I now know that tripping and driving should absolutely NOT be mixed. We were lucky because we didn't die or kill anyone else.
I remember waking up in a bed in my friends house with my friend typing on a computer in the same room. At this point I am coming in and out of reality. For 5 minutes I would bite at the insides of my cheeck and bite my tongue (thankfully I didnt bite too hard) and contort my body because I beleived I had died and went to hell. Then for one minute I would realize that its not real and make a little progress into coming back to reality. This went on for about a half hour. Finally, I snap out of it, and have a long and interesting talk with my friend.
