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CHEMICAL: Psilocybin
DOSAGE: 3.5g (dry)
BODY TYPE: Slim
BODY WEIGHT: 120lb
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This is my trip report of my first experience with psychedelic mushrooms and the psychotic break that ensued. Feedback and comments much appreciated.
This experience was at least 5 months ago. This is my first time trying a hallucinogen. I have previous experience with DXM, THC, DPH, Cocaine, and MDMA. I am 18 years old, slim, 120 lb and healthy.
7:00PM - Ingested 3.5g dry psilocybin mushrooms in gelcaps at the same time that my best friend, Tyler, took 5g. We're walking to some hills in the back of our town to go chill for the duration of the trip and observe the surrounding scenery. We're armed with a gallon of water and half-gallon of orange juice. For some reason we decided it would be a good idea to do this at night. Looking back on it now, I'm sure the visuals would have been a lot better during the day for me, as I have poor vision at night to begin with.
8:00PM - We got to the hills at about 7:30 and sat for a bit to wait for the effects to take hold. It's pretty dark now, and I'm starting to feel a general happiness wash over me. The sky occasionally changes colors and I feel a lot more light-hearted about things. It's getting progressively harder to talk, but I'm trying to continue conversation with Tyler.
I didn't have a watch on, so I'm going to estimate the time line from here on.
9:00PM - Mild visuals have kicked in. Tyler wanted to climb higher into the hills so we could get a better view of the sky. I got up and started to walk, but I found it extremely hard to move through the rocky terrain. My vision seemed to be extraordinarily bad in that darkness as well, so we went back to where we were sitting. Tyler's friend called and wanted to buy a fourth oz from us. Still not feeling able to walk, Tyler went down the street (the guy only lived a few blocks away) and sold it to him.
When Tyler came back and handed me the money, all I could think of was 'oh hey, paper.' I was pretty out there at that point, seeing lots of pretty patterns on the surrounding shrubbery. Things felt dreamy and unreal, but I never really lost track of reality. It wasn't like any other drug I had tried so far, as no senses were numbed or distorted. I just felt extremely relaxed, at peace with everything, and very child-like. It was hard to talk though, and from this point on, conversation kindof died for some reason.
Tyler later told me that when he was walking to meet his friend that he had to keep reassuring himself that it was the ground he was walking on, even though it didn't look anything like it (he was probably peaking at this point, or near it, as I was). When his friend saw him come into view, he was walking slowly through a storm drain down the side of the hill, holding onto the walls for dear life.
10:00PM - Looking at my hands is like looking at a picture of an x-ray. I have a hand-held back massager with me that glows when you turn it on, and have been looking at that for a good while, moving it all around, amazed with the trails. I never experienced trails with MDMA or DXM; at least not like this. They were long and glowing, like you could see in a movie.
The dead shrubs around me are starting to grow and multiply. When I grab at a piece, I can feel it's texture in my fingers as I crush and twist it around. I watch it fall to the ground, but another piece replaces it in front of me. When I look at my shoes, the ground beneath looks neon and cobwebs start to nudge their way up my shoes. I'm not scared though, as I realize that this isn't real. That was probably my peak, as from then on the hallucinations grew weaker and tapered off.
12:00PM - At this point I felt I could stand and walk around. Tyler suggested that we start heading back to my house, and not thinking, I went along with it. When I walked, everything around me looked like a dreamland. Everything was shrouded in this haze, it seemed. We made a bit of chit-chat while walking home. I had no idea where we were going. The street signs were changing their names, and the sounds and everything around me were so clear and warm. The whole world felt peaceful and inviting.
I wasn't completely sober by the time we got back, but enough to pass as such to my mom. I went in, hugged her, and went back into my room with Tyler. I drank a bit of water and Tyler turned on some trance. We weren't in my house more than 5 minutes before it started.
Tyler said clearly, looking right at me, "You're orange." I just smiled and leaned back against my wall, sitting on my bed. Tyler came closer and asked me if I was alright. I sat up and suddenly couldn't think right. I started talking a mile a minute, stringing phrases together that I thought made sense. I stared Tyler right in the face and remember asking 'where am I right at this present moment.' I can only imagine how scared my face must have looked. His voice sounded reassuring, but didn't have that effect on my mind when he said, 'your house.' I responded in an odd voice with 'my house?' I kept bombarding him with confused, and nonsensical questions for a few seconds. Before I completely lose track of all consciousness I remember stumbling over to my fan and fumbling with it. He later told me that I threw it hat him multiple times for seemingly no reason. It had to be removed from the room.
The next thing I remember (but have no idea how much time passed between me blacking out and this happening) is thrusting my hands into my mouth and screaming. At that point, Tyler got on top of me to restrain me. The following, I was told by other people of my household, or by Tyler, of what happened. I started sweating profusely. My eyes were still open, and I was still moving, with more strength than I've ever had, but did not respond to any outside verbal stimuli. I kept getting out of Tyler's grip and running around my room. After irritating Tyler to no end for about an hour, he hit me in the face. I crumpled, but got back up 5 minutes later. At one point I lost the ability to communicate in the English language completely. A roommate got a few hours of the sounds I was making on tape, and after listening to it, I can only describe it as attempting to say every word I knew at once, while flapping my tongue around outside my mouth. I slammed myself against my bookcase and wall and got back up every time like I hadn't felt a thing. I was aggressive and save for my mother's boyfriend, no one was able to calm me down. I screamed and tore up my room for around 4 hours, I was told.
Here are the few events I remember before coming back to reality, my body under my own control.
1) I woke up and was staring at a roommate. I was seated on the floor by my door, looking out at them. My eyes were completely widened and one of them was holding a half-gallon of orange juice. He was saying, "not what you expected, huh? Can you tell me who you are? Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am? Want some orange juice?" At that, I got up and started spinning around, flailing my hands in circles above my head. I walked out and he poured me a small cup of orange juice. I took it, drank it and handed it back to him and started spinning about again. All of this was completely out of my control and I do not recall what I was thinking at the time.
2) I remembered feeling like I was the emperor of another Galaxy. I was in the hospital for God knows what, and had a hypodermic needle in my hand. I had what looked to be an operating table light above me and a monitor on me. People were all around telling me with increasing clarity that if I went through with what I was going to do, that I and the universe would come to an end. Right before I plunged the needle into my eye, multiple people looked me square in the eye, recited my full name, places where I have lived and activities I have gone through followed by, "you are ending everything and all life as we know it by doing this." I heard people rush for rehabilitation equidment, but within 10 seconds the noise of the heart monitor turned constant. My vision grew a ever darker shade of red until everything froze. While my roommate and I were talking about this, he told me that I nearly looked like I was going to pull my own eyes out of their sockets at one point. That was probably related to this.
3) This occurred right before I came back to reality and was able to move my body of my own accord again. I came to and saw my hands, arms and legs twitching. I don't know if this was a seizure or not, but I could still see and was staring at my mini-disco ball hanging from my ceiling. I was still sitting next to my door, and it was slightly ajar. My hands kept flailing above my head, knocking into the wall and various objects. My legs were kicking a bit and there was a distinct scent that I cannot describe for the life of me (but I smelled it for the following 3 months whenever I was in pain). At that time an unmeasurable amount of thoughts passed through my head all in the span of maybe 5 minutes maximum. They raced through me with such intensity that I thought it would overwhelm my mind completely.
I felt every word and every event of my entire life try to escape through my mouth. My vision expanded as if I were god and viewing the entire universe in one astronomically-sized frame. It grew so large that it simply looked like an enormous mosaic. Then all of a sudden my view started to zoom back in and I felt an epic feeling, one that can only be expressed as a mixture of pure pain and pleasure. It felt as though all life and all existence had completed itself, and that the Universe ending. For some strange reason, I was not alarmed, though. I thought for a split second that this was my destiny all along, and I was content with it. I threw my head back and let it wash over me, digging my foot into the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I saw infinity, and a grand knowledge for a brief second entered my mind to let me take a glimpse. Before leaving me breathless, my body and mind locked up and I sat wide-eyed, staring into the ground for 30 seconds or more.
Soon after that, I was able to move my body again. I sat on my bed blank minded for a good 20 minutes, trying to remember what happened, trying to remember why my room was a wreck and why Tyler was nowhere to be found. I went into the bathroom, threw up and took a bath. I still had no idea what happened. Everyone in my house had gone to sleep. I never checked the time, but I assumed it to be around 2-4AM. It turned out Tyler had left about an hour after I had blacked out. I set my fan back up, which was thrown in the other room adjacent to mine, and then simply went to sleep.
For shits and giggles, heres a few more things my roommate told me I did:
- Got on top of the corner of my dresser, dived headfirst into my bed, and bounced into the open closet.
- Jumped like I was on a diving board on my bed, and dived into my rather large wooden bookcase.
- Was extremely rigid the entire time and unable to be calmed or soothed.
- Screamed my lungs out to the point where they all thought my voice would have stopped being able to work, long into the night.
- Had to keep all the windows shut and the doors locked and guarded so I wouldn't attempt to leave.
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DOSAGE: 3.5g (dry)
BODY TYPE: Slim
BODY WEIGHT: 120lb
___________________
This is my trip report of my first experience with psychedelic mushrooms and the psychotic break that ensued. Feedback and comments much appreciated.
This experience was at least 5 months ago. This is my first time trying a hallucinogen. I have previous experience with DXM, THC, DPH, Cocaine, and MDMA. I am 18 years old, slim, 120 lb and healthy.
7:00PM - Ingested 3.5g dry psilocybin mushrooms in gelcaps at the same time that my best friend, Tyler, took 5g. We're walking to some hills in the back of our town to go chill for the duration of the trip and observe the surrounding scenery. We're armed with a gallon of water and half-gallon of orange juice. For some reason we decided it would be a good idea to do this at night. Looking back on it now, I'm sure the visuals would have been a lot better during the day for me, as I have poor vision at night to begin with.
8:00PM - We got to the hills at about 7:30 and sat for a bit to wait for the effects to take hold. It's pretty dark now, and I'm starting to feel a general happiness wash over me. The sky occasionally changes colors and I feel a lot more light-hearted about things. It's getting progressively harder to talk, but I'm trying to continue conversation with Tyler.
I didn't have a watch on, so I'm going to estimate the time line from here on.
9:00PM - Mild visuals have kicked in. Tyler wanted to climb higher into the hills so we could get a better view of the sky. I got up and started to walk, but I found it extremely hard to move through the rocky terrain. My vision seemed to be extraordinarily bad in that darkness as well, so we went back to where we were sitting. Tyler's friend called and wanted to buy a fourth oz from us. Still not feeling able to walk, Tyler went down the street (the guy only lived a few blocks away) and sold it to him.
When Tyler came back and handed me the money, all I could think of was 'oh hey, paper.' I was pretty out there at that point, seeing lots of pretty patterns on the surrounding shrubbery. Things felt dreamy and unreal, but I never really lost track of reality. It wasn't like any other drug I had tried so far, as no senses were numbed or distorted. I just felt extremely relaxed, at peace with everything, and very child-like. It was hard to talk though, and from this point on, conversation kindof died for some reason.
Tyler later told me that when he was walking to meet his friend that he had to keep reassuring himself that it was the ground he was walking on, even though it didn't look anything like it (he was probably peaking at this point, or near it, as I was). When his friend saw him come into view, he was walking slowly through a storm drain down the side of the hill, holding onto the walls for dear life.
10:00PM - Looking at my hands is like looking at a picture of an x-ray. I have a hand-held back massager with me that glows when you turn it on, and have been looking at that for a good while, moving it all around, amazed with the trails. I never experienced trails with MDMA or DXM; at least not like this. They were long and glowing, like you could see in a movie.
The dead shrubs around me are starting to grow and multiply. When I grab at a piece, I can feel it's texture in my fingers as I crush and twist it around. I watch it fall to the ground, but another piece replaces it in front of me. When I look at my shoes, the ground beneath looks neon and cobwebs start to nudge their way up my shoes. I'm not scared though, as I realize that this isn't real. That was probably my peak, as from then on the hallucinations grew weaker and tapered off.
12:00PM - At this point I felt I could stand and walk around. Tyler suggested that we start heading back to my house, and not thinking, I went along with it. When I walked, everything around me looked like a dreamland. Everything was shrouded in this haze, it seemed. We made a bit of chit-chat while walking home. I had no idea where we were going. The street signs were changing their names, and the sounds and everything around me were so clear and warm. The whole world felt peaceful and inviting.
I wasn't completely sober by the time we got back, but enough to pass as such to my mom. I went in, hugged her, and went back into my room with Tyler. I drank a bit of water and Tyler turned on some trance. We weren't in my house more than 5 minutes before it started.
Tyler said clearly, looking right at me, "You're orange." I just smiled and leaned back against my wall, sitting on my bed. Tyler came closer and asked me if I was alright. I sat up and suddenly couldn't think right. I started talking a mile a minute, stringing phrases together that I thought made sense. I stared Tyler right in the face and remember asking 'where am I right at this present moment.' I can only imagine how scared my face must have looked. His voice sounded reassuring, but didn't have that effect on my mind when he said, 'your house.' I responded in an odd voice with 'my house?' I kept bombarding him with confused, and nonsensical questions for a few seconds. Before I completely lose track of all consciousness I remember stumbling over to my fan and fumbling with it. He later told me that I threw it hat him multiple times for seemingly no reason. It had to be removed from the room.
The next thing I remember (but have no idea how much time passed between me blacking out and this happening) is thrusting my hands into my mouth and screaming. At that point, Tyler got on top of me to restrain me. The following, I was told by other people of my household, or by Tyler, of what happened. I started sweating profusely. My eyes were still open, and I was still moving, with more strength than I've ever had, but did not respond to any outside verbal stimuli. I kept getting out of Tyler's grip and running around my room. After irritating Tyler to no end for about an hour, he hit me in the face. I crumpled, but got back up 5 minutes later. At one point I lost the ability to communicate in the English language completely. A roommate got a few hours of the sounds I was making on tape, and after listening to it, I can only describe it as attempting to say every word I knew at once, while flapping my tongue around outside my mouth. I slammed myself against my bookcase and wall and got back up every time like I hadn't felt a thing. I was aggressive and save for my mother's boyfriend, no one was able to calm me down. I screamed and tore up my room for around 4 hours, I was told.
Here are the few events I remember before coming back to reality, my body under my own control.
1) I woke up and was staring at a roommate. I was seated on the floor by my door, looking out at them. My eyes were completely widened and one of them was holding a half-gallon of orange juice. He was saying, "not what you expected, huh? Can you tell me who you are? Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am? Want some orange juice?" At that, I got up and started spinning around, flailing my hands in circles above my head. I walked out and he poured me a small cup of orange juice. I took it, drank it and handed it back to him and started spinning about again. All of this was completely out of my control and I do not recall what I was thinking at the time.
2) I remembered feeling like I was the emperor of another Galaxy. I was in the hospital for God knows what, and had a hypodermic needle in my hand. I had what looked to be an operating table light above me and a monitor on me. People were all around telling me with increasing clarity that if I went through with what I was going to do, that I and the universe would come to an end. Right before I plunged the needle into my eye, multiple people looked me square in the eye, recited my full name, places where I have lived and activities I have gone through followed by, "you are ending everything and all life as we know it by doing this." I heard people rush for rehabilitation equidment, but within 10 seconds the noise of the heart monitor turned constant. My vision grew a ever darker shade of red until everything froze. While my roommate and I were talking about this, he told me that I nearly looked like I was going to pull my own eyes out of their sockets at one point. That was probably related to this.
3) This occurred right before I came back to reality and was able to move my body of my own accord again. I came to and saw my hands, arms and legs twitching. I don't know if this was a seizure or not, but I could still see and was staring at my mini-disco ball hanging from my ceiling. I was still sitting next to my door, and it was slightly ajar. My hands kept flailing above my head, knocking into the wall and various objects. My legs were kicking a bit and there was a distinct scent that I cannot describe for the life of me (but I smelled it for the following 3 months whenever I was in pain). At that time an unmeasurable amount of thoughts passed through my head all in the span of maybe 5 minutes maximum. They raced through me with such intensity that I thought it would overwhelm my mind completely.
I felt every word and every event of my entire life try to escape through my mouth. My vision expanded as if I were god and viewing the entire universe in one astronomically-sized frame. It grew so large that it simply looked like an enormous mosaic. Then all of a sudden my view started to zoom back in and I felt an epic feeling, one that can only be expressed as a mixture of pure pain and pleasure. It felt as though all life and all existence had completed itself, and that the Universe ending. For some strange reason, I was not alarmed, though. I thought for a split second that this was my destiny all along, and I was content with it. I threw my head back and let it wash over me, digging my foot into the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I saw infinity, and a grand knowledge for a brief second entered my mind to let me take a glimpse. Before leaving me breathless, my body and mind locked up and I sat wide-eyed, staring into the ground for 30 seconds or more.
Soon after that, I was able to move my body again. I sat on my bed blank minded for a good 20 minutes, trying to remember what happened, trying to remember why my room was a wreck and why Tyler was nowhere to be found. I went into the bathroom, threw up and took a bath. I still had no idea what happened. Everyone in my house had gone to sleep. I never checked the time, but I assumed it to be around 2-4AM. It turned out Tyler had left about an hour after I had blacked out. I set my fan back up, which was thrown in the other room adjacent to mine, and then simply went to sleep.
For shits and giggles, heres a few more things my roommate told me I did:
- Got on top of the corner of my dresser, dived headfirst into my bed, and bounced into the open closet.
- Jumped like I was on a diving board on my bed, and dived into my rather large wooden bookcase.
- Was extremely rigid the entire time and unable to be calmed or soothed.
- Screamed my lungs out to the point where they all thought my voice would have stopped being able to work, long into the night.
- Had to keep all the windows shut and the doors locked and guarded so I wouldn't attempt to leave.
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