December 2004 - Winter Break - 1/8 of shrooms throughout the day. My friend and I were 18 year old females, this was my first time and her second.
Finally, in my hands was the fungus I had been searching for years for. I could hardly wait to eat those nasty looking and smelling beasties. But finally the day had come, and at 1:00pm on a Friday afternoon, I would begin the strangest day of my entire life.
1:00pm- Spreading peanut butter on an English muffin at my good friend S's house, I hum without a tune. Anticipating, nervous, excited, I drop four or five dried caps and a few stems on my muffin, accounting for approximately half of the 1/8 I started with. I was getting ridiculed by my friend for being a pussy and not just eating the shrooms plain. Whatever.
1:45pm- Deciding that it would be best to buy smokes before they kicked in, S and I walked to a very small grocery store one block down the road. I had to pee, and as I proceeded to do so in the back bathroom, I guess your could say my threshold level was passed. Things felt.. strange, but nothing overwhelming.
I walk back into the asile part of the store and a retarded employee (yes, he was literally retarded), started talking to me. I stopped in my tracks and stared at him, unsure if this was real or not. I hear MY voice, calling my name from behind him, this would be another friend who came out of nowhere. Hitting like a train, IT HAD BEGUN. I was SO unbelievably confused all at once, I just stared at the employee who was still talking my ear off while wondering where the FUCK my other friend came from. S pulled my arm because I was looking like an asshole just staring at the poor fellow. I feel bad about this part, but this was also when I lost it and started my first laughing fit. I pulled myself together somehow and bought a pack of cigarettes. Finally, we made it out of that goddamn store and headed back home.
2:00pm Walking back, I saw the sky. S followed my gaze and we just stood there in the middle of the road, silent, looking at it as if it was the first time we had ever seen it. Friend #2, "G" asked "What is it?" We both just shook our heads and continued up to the house. I still fail to find words to describe how intense the colors in the sky were. It was as if the word 'beauty' had been completely redefined. We smoke cigarettes and I begin a laughing fit that would not stop for a good hour. S would point out plants and say how their limbs looked like fingers and I would laugh and laugh. The fingers scared me but I was being tickled from the inside. It felt so good to laugh, I was feeling so positive and happy even though the thought "the madhatter laughs like this" was looping through my head.
3:00pm- Anything chill about the trip ends here. I felt as if my ego was slipping from me, and what I had left was a very young version of myself. I laughed like a little girl, though I was not exactly happy anymore. I walked around still laughing but uncomfortable as hell. I squirmed around constantly, dying to escape from my skin. It was too cold to go outside so we stayed inside. I was laying in her bed, watching G act like that "salad finger" guy. S had so much neon in her room, and I felt their "energy" bearing down on me, I literally felt that all the fucking colors were coming down upon me, suffocating, oh god they were unbearable.
Full blown hallucinations at this point. I was told not to expect many. WTF. I had to TRY not to feel as if I was face first in some hippie's tiedyed shirt. The house had become a haunted house that must be escaped from. Ceilings and walls were coming in on me, the couch pattern swirling like a whirlpool was ready to suck me up into a dark hole. I can't explain how powerful colors and shades were, it was as if I was a computer screen and someone was turning the fade up and down.
I escape by myself for awhile and regain a sense of control. The snow reflecting off the house across the street shimmered like diamonds. The house looked like it belonged in a gingerbread house display. I saw trails that were different than I expected. It was the strobe light effect instead of flowing. Everything looked strange, the way houses were set up, the way people acted, it was all so weird. I'd rather not get into my thoughts, for the sake of length. I looked at my legs, which had been spaghetti since around 2:00 and WAY too long for my body. I was a puppet, sitting on a bench.
7:00- Bf picks me up and drives me to our place. I eat the other 1/8 on the way home, I figured, "why not, its already been one hell of a day" This trip would prove to be "one of those intensely introspective trips from hell" where I cried in the bedroom with all of my regrets and mistakes. Ultimately I was left feeling VERY positive from the experience having faced so many buried thoughts.
Thanks for reading, brevity was never a skill of mine and for that I apologize.
Last words: Surprised at the opiate feeling I had at times. My skin felt great when I wasn't trying to get out of it. Respect the mushies, more powerful than I ever imagined.
Also surprised I tripped again the same day so hard, from what I hear the 2nd experience is generally weak.
Finally, in my hands was the fungus I had been searching for years for. I could hardly wait to eat those nasty looking and smelling beasties. But finally the day had come, and at 1:00pm on a Friday afternoon, I would begin the strangest day of my entire life.
1:00pm- Spreading peanut butter on an English muffin at my good friend S's house, I hum without a tune. Anticipating, nervous, excited, I drop four or five dried caps and a few stems on my muffin, accounting for approximately half of the 1/8 I started with. I was getting ridiculed by my friend for being a pussy and not just eating the shrooms plain. Whatever.
1:45pm- Deciding that it would be best to buy smokes before they kicked in, S and I walked to a very small grocery store one block down the road. I had to pee, and as I proceeded to do so in the back bathroom, I guess your could say my threshold level was passed. Things felt.. strange, but nothing overwhelming.
I walk back into the asile part of the store and a retarded employee (yes, he was literally retarded), started talking to me. I stopped in my tracks and stared at him, unsure if this was real or not. I hear MY voice, calling my name from behind him, this would be another friend who came out of nowhere. Hitting like a train, IT HAD BEGUN. I was SO unbelievably confused all at once, I just stared at the employee who was still talking my ear off while wondering where the FUCK my other friend came from. S pulled my arm because I was looking like an asshole just staring at the poor fellow. I feel bad about this part, but this was also when I lost it and started my first laughing fit. I pulled myself together somehow and bought a pack of cigarettes. Finally, we made it out of that goddamn store and headed back home.
2:00pm Walking back, I saw the sky. S followed my gaze and we just stood there in the middle of the road, silent, looking at it as if it was the first time we had ever seen it. Friend #2, "G" asked "What is it?" We both just shook our heads and continued up to the house. I still fail to find words to describe how intense the colors in the sky were. It was as if the word 'beauty' had been completely redefined. We smoke cigarettes and I begin a laughing fit that would not stop for a good hour. S would point out plants and say how their limbs looked like fingers and I would laugh and laugh. The fingers scared me but I was being tickled from the inside. It felt so good to laugh, I was feeling so positive and happy even though the thought "the madhatter laughs like this" was looping through my head.
3:00pm- Anything chill about the trip ends here. I felt as if my ego was slipping from me, and what I had left was a very young version of myself. I laughed like a little girl, though I was not exactly happy anymore. I walked around still laughing but uncomfortable as hell. I squirmed around constantly, dying to escape from my skin. It was too cold to go outside so we stayed inside. I was laying in her bed, watching G act like that "salad finger" guy. S had so much neon in her room, and I felt their "energy" bearing down on me, I literally felt that all the fucking colors were coming down upon me, suffocating, oh god they were unbearable.
Full blown hallucinations at this point. I was told not to expect many. WTF. I had to TRY not to feel as if I was face first in some hippie's tiedyed shirt. The house had become a haunted house that must be escaped from. Ceilings and walls were coming in on me, the couch pattern swirling like a whirlpool was ready to suck me up into a dark hole. I can't explain how powerful colors and shades were, it was as if I was a computer screen and someone was turning the fade up and down.
I escape by myself for awhile and regain a sense of control. The snow reflecting off the house across the street shimmered like diamonds. The house looked like it belonged in a gingerbread house display. I saw trails that were different than I expected. It was the strobe light effect instead of flowing. Everything looked strange, the way houses were set up, the way people acted, it was all so weird. I'd rather not get into my thoughts, for the sake of length. I looked at my legs, which had been spaghetti since around 2:00 and WAY too long for my body. I was a puppet, sitting on a bench.
7:00- Bf picks me up and drives me to our place. I eat the other 1/8 on the way home, I figured, "why not, its already been one hell of a day" This trip would prove to be "one of those intensely introspective trips from hell" where I cried in the bedroom with all of my regrets and mistakes. Ultimately I was left feeling VERY positive from the experience having faced so many buried thoughts.
Thanks for reading, brevity was never a skill of mine and for that I apologize.
Last words: Surprised at the opiate feeling I had at times. My skin felt great when I wasn't trying to get out of it. Respect the mushies, more powerful than I ever imagined.
Also surprised I tripped again the same day so hard, from what I hear the 2nd experience is generally weak.
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