EAGERBEEZ
Bluelighter
I am doing this out of boredom to be honest. Today (1/11/11) I am suffering the terrible fate of all day ISS in my high school. Considering that I finished all of my work and am no longer high from this morning, I decided to document my first mushroom trip, as I seem to remember it quite well at the moment. First, a bit of background about myself: I am an 18 year old male, around 150 lbs, who is in good health. I began using marijuana at age 15 and have been a daily smoker since age 16. I also got drunk for the first time at age 15 and since then I have done just about all prescription pills, ecstasy, cocaine, and who knows what else, too many to count I suppose. It may or may not be important to note that up until my first shroom trip, the only drugs I ever really enjoyed were tree, alcohol, and ecstasy. Always hated opiates and benzo’s, I guess I just never saw the point of them.
So onto that fateful day. I awoke at my dad’s house that morning, because my mom was out of town. It was a nice day and fairly warm (for Philadelphia in October anyway). I had acquired six grams of fairly powerful mushrooms from a friend of a friend the day before, and had found two friends brave enough to jump off the deep end with me. School that day went slow to say the least. The entire day I was filled with this weird anxiety that was mixed with a lot of excitement. It was strange going through my day knowing that in a few hours I would be achieving an entirely new state of mind. School finally let out, and I tried not to stray too far from my normal routine; so I went home, smoked a blunt, and then went out to get pizza with my friends. After we ate, my friends S, J, R, I, and D all went home to check in with their families for a few hours (All of them were coming to my house later to drink, with the exception of J and R, who would be tripping and I, who was going sober for the night). After about an hour of bullshitting around my house, J called me and was ready for me to pick him up, so I did. It was around 5:30PM and we were planning on dosing at 7:30ish. We picked up some weed, blunts, food, and Gatorade. We got back to my house a little after 6:30 when R called and said he wouldn’t be able to come over until after 10. Upon hearing this, we both said fuck it and ingested two grams each at 6:47PM.
Immediately after I finished eating my fungi, all the anxiety I had been feeling washed away, and I felt very comfortable with what was about to happen. I originally wanted to wait a few hours to blaze, but when J reminded me that there could be an hour wait before I started to trip, we both decided it was better to just blaze while we waited. After about twenty minutes, J wanted to smoke a cig, so I said I would go outside with him while he did so (I don’t smoke). We walked into my driveway and my floodlight shined on a bush in my moms’ garden. We both looked at each other with wide eyes, and said at almost the exact same time, “Is that not the greenest plant you have ever seen?!” At this point we knew that the shrooms were starting to kick in, and I was very happy about this. While J continued to smoke his cig, I just kind of looked around, and noticed that the air seemed kind of sparkly; I imagined it as silver in a gaseous state. I remember feeling like my insides were being pulled around, though not in a bad way, it was actually quite pleasant. After some time I asked J if he was finished his cig, we then realized that it hadn’t been lit for at least five minutes. We found this to be hilarious and decided to go inside before we were completely out of our minds. I put Doug (my favorite nickelodeon cartoon) into my DVD player, which is a pretty trippy show while sober, so on shrooms it was just crazy. We laid on my couch and I looked at the shadow being cast by my lamp, it seemed to dance and wave as if a breeze were passing by. I asked J if this was just me, and he said something that didn’t make much sense. We then just started giggling for no apparent reason and within ten seconds, these giggles turned into laughing so hard that I was crying. During this fit of laughter, my friends S and D entered the house with a fresh bottle of Vladdy (the WORST vodka ever) in hand. They both found our expressions to be very funny, and then they continued to slam down about ten shots each in like five minutes. We talked and laughed for what seemed like hours, but in reality only twenty minutes had gone by. At this point I knew that I was tripping balls. Someone said something about a funny incident that happened in school that day an I began laughing so hard I cried again. We all just laughed for a few minutes straight, and then I couldn’t laugh anymore, but I was still so happy that I would continue to cry tears of joy. This happened frequently throughout the night and apparently I cried quite a bit, though I can say that they were all tears of pure joy. Soon I arrived and was very happy to see looks of complete joy on J’s face as well as my own. He told me that I looked at him like I was a four year old child, discovering the world for the first time. This is literally exactly how I felt. I was so overcome with a feeling of at-homeness and happiness, that I can remember simply not caring about anything, because I knew everything would be okay. It was like when your mother comforts you as a child, only even more comforting. We went outside again because S, D, I, and J all wanted to smoke a few cigs. When we went outside, me and J both got the distinct feeling like we were in a miniature set from a movie. It was extremely bizarre, but I found it quite entertaining. After a while outside, I felt the need to explore further, and view normal life while tripping, so I told I to take me to wawa (a local gas station/mini mart) and S came along for the ride.
In the car, I remember losing all sense of the third dimension, the road and landscape ahead of me flattened into one surface. The music was amazing, more amazing than any music I had ever heard. It was only comparable to the first time I listened to music while stoned. We arrived at wawa, this is when my and S decided that we really needed to use the bathroom. This was the best bathroom experience I have ever had and I will certainly remember it for the rest of my life. All of the tiles on the wall were swirling and dancing in perfect harmony with the music that was playing. Me and S were peeing in the urinals next to each other and I was still able to pee which is very rare for me. This next part is one of my most treasured memories for whatever reason. S looked over at me, completely wasted, and asked, “Is your dick like, small when its soft but big when its hard?” I died, I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. I was literally rolling on the floor unable to breath because I was laughing so hard. I replied, “Isn’t that how everyone is?” and we laughed some more. S then came clean to me about some personal issues we were having. He was extremely genuine with me and obviously very upset that he had betrayed my trust. This overwhelmed me with sadness because he had such a guilty conscience about the whole thing, when all along I kind of thought of him as an asshole for doing what he did. I told him not to worry about it and pretend as though it never happened; I believe we cried together for a minute or two. I felt so relieved, and this added to the feeling I had that everything in life would eventually be okay. Upon this thought, a man walked into the bathroom, to which I stated, “S, lets get the fuck out of here,” in hindsight, the guy was probably clueless. When I walked into the main section of wawa, there was a cop staring me dead in the face. I stared back at him for a few seconds, and knowing that my pupils were probably taking up my entire eye, I turned around and walked out. Once I sat back in the car, another cop pulled up next to us and shined his light into our car, I found all of this to be very funny because I was tripping balls and I knew there was nothing they could do about it. Then me and I realized that S was in the backseat wasted, so we peeled out and sped off, I didn’t even bother to check if the cop followed us.
Fast-forward a few minutes and when I open the door to my house, D immediately shoved a glass of chocolate milk in my face and orders me to try it. I take a sip and immediately recognize that it’s the best chocolate milk I’ve ever had. We agree on how great it is and are overtaken with joy about it. I walk into my TV room and J is completely tripping out. Not in a bad way, he was actually very happy, but I could tell he was completely mind fucked and stuck in a massive thought loop. My good friend A calls and asks if he can come over for the night, I tell him he can. At this point, hallucinations were all around me, but I didn’t really notice them unless I concentrated. My wood grain floors seemed to be metallic, and the patterns on my Persian rug were morphing in and out of each other. A arrived, and began drinking. This angered me because A tends to regress to an angry seven year old when he drinks, but seeing as I didn’t give a fuck about anything at that point, it didn’t bother me too much. I was starting to come down a bit from my trip but was still on another planet. I was kind of getting horny so I called over the girl I was with at the time and a few of her friends. They all cracked up when they saw us because of how fucked up we were, S, D, and A had finished the bottle at this point and began drinking a few 40s I had. We bullshitted around with the girls for a little bit, and I eventually took my girl upstairs and I think you get the picture on what happened from here. It was amazing, not as amazing as I had hoped, but amazing none the less. I felt as though our souls truly connected, and for a moment, I thought I loved her.
After we finished our business we went back down stairs. We all just kind of sat there. Being stuck in my own head for two minutes was too much for me to bear, and the feelings of joy I previously felt started turning into something darker and more evil. I knew the only way out was to go lay in bed for a second. I did just that and I think it was a great decision because things could have gone pretty south had I let them. Everyone asked where I had been and I responded with something quite clever, exactly what I said I can’t remember. The girls decided to leave in favor of another party, which didn’t bother me, but did annoy everyone else. It was about 10:30 when R finally arrived. He downed his shrooms immediately and we started smoking el after el. I was done peaking at this point, and it seemed as though every second that went my diminished my trip a tiny bit. I sat alone in my kitchen and reflected on everything. I really didn’t know what to make of everything that happened. I mean I know now that it was a beautiful experience, but at the time my mood was a bit darker because I wanted to be tripping again. I was feeling like my friends had betrayed my trust, even though they had done nothing wrong. I just started to become slightly upset with things in general so I decided it would be best to just tell my friends to clean up after themselves and go to bed. This is what I did, and aside from some throw up on my floor the next morning, the place was exactly how it started, clean and tidy. For the next few weeks I felt very strange. Like I didn’t belong on this planet and that it wasn’t made for people like me. After a few weeks like this, I came to the conclusion that I had always felt that way deep down, but I was finally coming to terms with the fact that it’s okay to feel that way. I still feel like I’m not really compatible with the rest of the human race, but I’m happy about that because there are a lot of people out there who only ever feel “normal”, and that is a fate worse than any other in my opinion.
Since this experience I have tripped a few more times on shrooms, I hope to again soon. I also hope to experiment with acid, the 2c family, DMT, or really any other drug with hallucinogenic properties. When I think back to that night, I can easily say that it was the best five hours of my life. I am very interested in trying a hippyflip the next time I eat shrooms, because I have heard that the combo is amazing.
Holy shit, this was a great way to pass some time today stuck in ISS, certainly a better use of two hours than actually doing work. Well, there it is, my first trip report, I’m pretty happy with it. Hope you all enjoyed reading.
So onto that fateful day. I awoke at my dad’s house that morning, because my mom was out of town. It was a nice day and fairly warm (for Philadelphia in October anyway). I had acquired six grams of fairly powerful mushrooms from a friend of a friend the day before, and had found two friends brave enough to jump off the deep end with me. School that day went slow to say the least. The entire day I was filled with this weird anxiety that was mixed with a lot of excitement. It was strange going through my day knowing that in a few hours I would be achieving an entirely new state of mind. School finally let out, and I tried not to stray too far from my normal routine; so I went home, smoked a blunt, and then went out to get pizza with my friends. After we ate, my friends S, J, R, I, and D all went home to check in with their families for a few hours (All of them were coming to my house later to drink, with the exception of J and R, who would be tripping and I, who was going sober for the night). After about an hour of bullshitting around my house, J called me and was ready for me to pick him up, so I did. It was around 5:30PM and we were planning on dosing at 7:30ish. We picked up some weed, blunts, food, and Gatorade. We got back to my house a little after 6:30 when R called and said he wouldn’t be able to come over until after 10. Upon hearing this, we both said fuck it and ingested two grams each at 6:47PM.
Immediately after I finished eating my fungi, all the anxiety I had been feeling washed away, and I felt very comfortable with what was about to happen. I originally wanted to wait a few hours to blaze, but when J reminded me that there could be an hour wait before I started to trip, we both decided it was better to just blaze while we waited. After about twenty minutes, J wanted to smoke a cig, so I said I would go outside with him while he did so (I don’t smoke). We walked into my driveway and my floodlight shined on a bush in my moms’ garden. We both looked at each other with wide eyes, and said at almost the exact same time, “Is that not the greenest plant you have ever seen?!” At this point we knew that the shrooms were starting to kick in, and I was very happy about this. While J continued to smoke his cig, I just kind of looked around, and noticed that the air seemed kind of sparkly; I imagined it as silver in a gaseous state. I remember feeling like my insides were being pulled around, though not in a bad way, it was actually quite pleasant. After some time I asked J if he was finished his cig, we then realized that it hadn’t been lit for at least five minutes. We found this to be hilarious and decided to go inside before we were completely out of our minds. I put Doug (my favorite nickelodeon cartoon) into my DVD player, which is a pretty trippy show while sober, so on shrooms it was just crazy. We laid on my couch and I looked at the shadow being cast by my lamp, it seemed to dance and wave as if a breeze were passing by. I asked J if this was just me, and he said something that didn’t make much sense. We then just started giggling for no apparent reason and within ten seconds, these giggles turned into laughing so hard that I was crying. During this fit of laughter, my friends S and D entered the house with a fresh bottle of Vladdy (the WORST vodka ever) in hand. They both found our expressions to be very funny, and then they continued to slam down about ten shots each in like five minutes. We talked and laughed for what seemed like hours, but in reality only twenty minutes had gone by. At this point I knew that I was tripping balls. Someone said something about a funny incident that happened in school that day an I began laughing so hard I cried again. We all just laughed for a few minutes straight, and then I couldn’t laugh anymore, but I was still so happy that I would continue to cry tears of joy. This happened frequently throughout the night and apparently I cried quite a bit, though I can say that they were all tears of pure joy. Soon I arrived and was very happy to see looks of complete joy on J’s face as well as my own. He told me that I looked at him like I was a four year old child, discovering the world for the first time. This is literally exactly how I felt. I was so overcome with a feeling of at-homeness and happiness, that I can remember simply not caring about anything, because I knew everything would be okay. It was like when your mother comforts you as a child, only even more comforting. We went outside again because S, D, I, and J all wanted to smoke a few cigs. When we went outside, me and J both got the distinct feeling like we were in a miniature set from a movie. It was extremely bizarre, but I found it quite entertaining. After a while outside, I felt the need to explore further, and view normal life while tripping, so I told I to take me to wawa (a local gas station/mini mart) and S came along for the ride.
In the car, I remember losing all sense of the third dimension, the road and landscape ahead of me flattened into one surface. The music was amazing, more amazing than any music I had ever heard. It was only comparable to the first time I listened to music while stoned. We arrived at wawa, this is when my and S decided that we really needed to use the bathroom. This was the best bathroom experience I have ever had and I will certainly remember it for the rest of my life. All of the tiles on the wall were swirling and dancing in perfect harmony with the music that was playing. Me and S were peeing in the urinals next to each other and I was still able to pee which is very rare for me. This next part is one of my most treasured memories for whatever reason. S looked over at me, completely wasted, and asked, “Is your dick like, small when its soft but big when its hard?” I died, I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. I was literally rolling on the floor unable to breath because I was laughing so hard. I replied, “Isn’t that how everyone is?” and we laughed some more. S then came clean to me about some personal issues we were having. He was extremely genuine with me and obviously very upset that he had betrayed my trust. This overwhelmed me with sadness because he had such a guilty conscience about the whole thing, when all along I kind of thought of him as an asshole for doing what he did. I told him not to worry about it and pretend as though it never happened; I believe we cried together for a minute or two. I felt so relieved, and this added to the feeling I had that everything in life would eventually be okay. Upon this thought, a man walked into the bathroom, to which I stated, “S, lets get the fuck out of here,” in hindsight, the guy was probably clueless. When I walked into the main section of wawa, there was a cop staring me dead in the face. I stared back at him for a few seconds, and knowing that my pupils were probably taking up my entire eye, I turned around and walked out. Once I sat back in the car, another cop pulled up next to us and shined his light into our car, I found all of this to be very funny because I was tripping balls and I knew there was nothing they could do about it. Then me and I realized that S was in the backseat wasted, so we peeled out and sped off, I didn’t even bother to check if the cop followed us.
Fast-forward a few minutes and when I open the door to my house, D immediately shoved a glass of chocolate milk in my face and orders me to try it. I take a sip and immediately recognize that it’s the best chocolate milk I’ve ever had. We agree on how great it is and are overtaken with joy about it. I walk into my TV room and J is completely tripping out. Not in a bad way, he was actually very happy, but I could tell he was completely mind fucked and stuck in a massive thought loop. My good friend A calls and asks if he can come over for the night, I tell him he can. At this point, hallucinations were all around me, but I didn’t really notice them unless I concentrated. My wood grain floors seemed to be metallic, and the patterns on my Persian rug were morphing in and out of each other. A arrived, and began drinking. This angered me because A tends to regress to an angry seven year old when he drinks, but seeing as I didn’t give a fuck about anything at that point, it didn’t bother me too much. I was starting to come down a bit from my trip but was still on another planet. I was kind of getting horny so I called over the girl I was with at the time and a few of her friends. They all cracked up when they saw us because of how fucked up we were, S, D, and A had finished the bottle at this point and began drinking a few 40s I had. We bullshitted around with the girls for a little bit, and I eventually took my girl upstairs and I think you get the picture on what happened from here. It was amazing, not as amazing as I had hoped, but amazing none the less. I felt as though our souls truly connected, and for a moment, I thought I loved her.
After we finished our business we went back down stairs. We all just kind of sat there. Being stuck in my own head for two minutes was too much for me to bear, and the feelings of joy I previously felt started turning into something darker and more evil. I knew the only way out was to go lay in bed for a second. I did just that and I think it was a great decision because things could have gone pretty south had I let them. Everyone asked where I had been and I responded with something quite clever, exactly what I said I can’t remember. The girls decided to leave in favor of another party, which didn’t bother me, but did annoy everyone else. It was about 10:30 when R finally arrived. He downed his shrooms immediately and we started smoking el after el. I was done peaking at this point, and it seemed as though every second that went my diminished my trip a tiny bit. I sat alone in my kitchen and reflected on everything. I really didn’t know what to make of everything that happened. I mean I know now that it was a beautiful experience, but at the time my mood was a bit darker because I wanted to be tripping again. I was feeling like my friends had betrayed my trust, even though they had done nothing wrong. I just started to become slightly upset with things in general so I decided it would be best to just tell my friends to clean up after themselves and go to bed. This is what I did, and aside from some throw up on my floor the next morning, the place was exactly how it started, clean and tidy. For the next few weeks I felt very strange. Like I didn’t belong on this planet and that it wasn’t made for people like me. After a few weeks like this, I came to the conclusion that I had always felt that way deep down, but I was finally coming to terms with the fact that it’s okay to feel that way. I still feel like I’m not really compatible with the rest of the human race, but I’m happy about that because there are a lot of people out there who only ever feel “normal”, and that is a fate worse than any other in my opinion.
Since this experience I have tripped a few more times on shrooms, I hope to again soon. I also hope to experiment with acid, the 2c family, DMT, or really any other drug with hallucinogenic properties. When I think back to that night, I can easily say that it was the best five hours of my life. I am very interested in trying a hippyflip the next time I eat shrooms, because I have heard that the combo is amazing.
Holy shit, this was a great way to pass some time today stuck in ISS, certainly a better use of two hours than actually doing work. Well, there it is, my first trip report, I’m pretty happy with it. Hope you all enjoyed reading.
