bluedolphin
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So my 21st birthday was coming up, and I decided to make a point of not going out to the bars or buying alcohol, because I don't really like alcohol. Even though I've actually tried in the past to drink alcohol frequently in an attempt to develop either a taste for the stuff, or maybe an addiction, it doesn't do the trick for me. I can't drink enough alcohol to get nicely inebriated without feeling nauseous, and alcohol has the strange effect of making me depressed and anti-social when I'm drunk.
So, I thought, "Fuck that, I'm trippin!"
My original plan was to hippieflip (shrooms + mdma) but unfortunately the ecstasy hookup fell through at the very last minute. This was dissapointing because I was really looking forward to popping some pills when I started coming down off the mush, and then kicking my droogs out so I could spend the next few hours getting it on with my girl. Oh well, fortunately I had still managed to get my hands on three 8ths of mushrooms that would be split among 5 people:
Me - hello
Psilosara - my girl... she posts here occasionally
T - a good friend, he likes to trip
W - this would only be his second time on shrooms... the first time he flipped out and ran down some railroad tracks for a couple hours
C - this would be her first psychedelic experience of any kind
Turns out one of the 8ths of mush was closer to a quarter... lucky me! So everyone got about 2 grams of mushrooms, maybe a little bit more.
Not getting the mdma sucked, but it didn't bother me that much because I hold mushrooms to be tops in terms of psychedelia, along with LSD (yeah, I guess I'm a softie for the tried and true tryptamines)... my last experience with mushrooms was amazing so I was excited to eat the shrooms, but my mindset wasn't perfect because I was worried that somehow something would go wrong on this, the night of my birthday. Also I was stressing earlier in the day trying to get the mdma hookup.
Anyway, I powdered up the shrooms the day before and gel capped them for everybody because mushrooms are sick, and everyone appreciated that. By now you're probably wondering where the trip report is at, so I'll move along...
So we ate our mushrooms... I always dislike mushroom comeups; they seem to shock my system and make my gut turn more than almost anything else. But the comeup on these was pretty smooth... eventually we just started noticing that we were getting higher and getting a real nice body buzz. Nobody was expressing any looks of discomfort so that put me at peace, because I felt somewhat responsible for everybody. Actually, I often feel responsible for my fellow trippers because I'm the one that people look to for suggestions... "is it ok to take more?" ... "can I combine this?" ... "when should I start feeling this?" ... "how hard am I gonna trip?" ... questions like that which I can do my best to answer but can't always with certainty. Plus we have one first time tripper relying on me to give her a dose that won't leave her dissapointed but also won't scare the shit out of her.
Turns out this wouldn't be much of a problem, because these weren't extremely visual shrooms, they were much more of a body high. However, this statement shouldn't mislead you into thinking that the body high made up for the lack of serious visuals... I think the shrooms were overall on the weak side. It was strange though, because at times the body high would be quite intense, but then 10 minutes later I would feel almost sober, then maybe 10 minutes later I would have some visuals, and so on. Overall this made it impossible for me to fully enjoy the experience.
I realized that even though this was my 21st birthday, this trip was really for C and W. They were bonding on a deep level ( which we found out the next day may have been even deeper than we realized
) ... and the look in C's eyes was one of peace and awe at the same time. Psilosara also seemed quite content with her mushrooms, but I really don't know what was going on in her head for most of this trip.
We all ended up sitting on the floor of my room because it felt more natural and we could be in a closer circle that way. I don't remember what we talked about, but I wasn't captivated by the conversation at all. I tried to go inside my head and meditate, which is usually incredible with the help of mushrooms, but the trip wouldn't stabilize for long enough for me to acheive any kind of euphoric or awesome meditative state. I had never understood before why some people took shrooms and then complained about how lame the trip was, as I've been amazed by smaller doses than this, but these little fuckers just weren't cutting it for me.
So I ate some more mushrooms... maybe an extra gram. As far as I can tell the booster didn't do anything though, not surprisingly.
So I smoked a bunch of pot... well now at least I felt better from getting my daily dose of herb, but it didn't enhance the shrooms (pot and mushrooms never synergize for me).
Oh yeah... I almost forgot about the box of whippets my buddies got for me...
whoossssssshhhhhh......
Holy shit, now I'm tripping!!!!!! There's that body high!!! Killer visuals man!!!
load me up a double!
Wow wow wow wow!! That's the good shit right there!
But apparently C was sketched out by the nitrous, which I couldn't rationalize based on the fact that she was shrooming at that very moment. But whatever. We put the balloon away.
For some reason everybody wanted to take a walk through the way-below-freezing cold to go visit these sunken gardens that I visted on my fly blotter LSD trip. I thought this was a bad idea because 1) Don't try to relive incredible memories like that, it just doesn't happen, you gotta make new ones... and 2) it was ballsin' cold out. Anyway they convinced me, even though I was perfectly willing to split up with them at this point, I started walking there.
But it certainly was too fucking cold out. Less than a quarter of the way there I said "sorry, I'm going back, you guys can do what you want". Thankfully T also had a secret craving to get back to the warmth of the house, so he backed me up on that one. When we got back Psilosara, C, and W spent some time drawing peace signs on people's snowed-over car windshields and looking at a tree. Again, thankfully T was there because neither of us were in the mood for that shit right then. I could see he was having a similar trip to mine, so we spent some time talking about shit and how we like chillin' with each other and all that good stuff. Later on T got real introspective and down trodden and said he couldn't explain the shit that was going on in his head... he even turned down a reefer-smoke which I think is an all-time first.
Eventually the others must have realized that being warm-blooded only goes so far, and they joined us inside where we were sucking down some more whippets. But C got sketched out again so we had to put our toys away once more. So then we smoked some bowls which put me in a better mood, because at least I was baked.
I guess it was getting late because everyone peaced out so Psilosara and I could have some shroomy sex. But I was pretty much come down by that point so the sex wasn't all too shroomy.
Oh well, still beats drinkin' ...
So, I thought, "Fuck that, I'm trippin!"
My original plan was to hippieflip (shrooms + mdma) but unfortunately the ecstasy hookup fell through at the very last minute. This was dissapointing because I was really looking forward to popping some pills when I started coming down off the mush, and then kicking my droogs out so I could spend the next few hours getting it on with my girl. Oh well, fortunately I had still managed to get my hands on three 8ths of mushrooms that would be split among 5 people:
Me - hello
Psilosara - my girl... she posts here occasionally
T - a good friend, he likes to trip
W - this would only be his second time on shrooms... the first time he flipped out and ran down some railroad tracks for a couple hours
C - this would be her first psychedelic experience of any kind
Turns out one of the 8ths of mush was closer to a quarter... lucky me! So everyone got about 2 grams of mushrooms, maybe a little bit more.
Not getting the mdma sucked, but it didn't bother me that much because I hold mushrooms to be tops in terms of psychedelia, along with LSD (yeah, I guess I'm a softie for the tried and true tryptamines)... my last experience with mushrooms was amazing so I was excited to eat the shrooms, but my mindset wasn't perfect because I was worried that somehow something would go wrong on this, the night of my birthday. Also I was stressing earlier in the day trying to get the mdma hookup.
Anyway, I powdered up the shrooms the day before and gel capped them for everybody because mushrooms are sick, and everyone appreciated that. By now you're probably wondering where the trip report is at, so I'll move along...
So we ate our mushrooms... I always dislike mushroom comeups; they seem to shock my system and make my gut turn more than almost anything else. But the comeup on these was pretty smooth... eventually we just started noticing that we were getting higher and getting a real nice body buzz. Nobody was expressing any looks of discomfort so that put me at peace, because I felt somewhat responsible for everybody. Actually, I often feel responsible for my fellow trippers because I'm the one that people look to for suggestions... "is it ok to take more?" ... "can I combine this?" ... "when should I start feeling this?" ... "how hard am I gonna trip?" ... questions like that which I can do my best to answer but can't always with certainty. Plus we have one first time tripper relying on me to give her a dose that won't leave her dissapointed but also won't scare the shit out of her.
Turns out this wouldn't be much of a problem, because these weren't extremely visual shrooms, they were much more of a body high. However, this statement shouldn't mislead you into thinking that the body high made up for the lack of serious visuals... I think the shrooms were overall on the weak side. It was strange though, because at times the body high would be quite intense, but then 10 minutes later I would feel almost sober, then maybe 10 minutes later I would have some visuals, and so on. Overall this made it impossible for me to fully enjoy the experience.
I realized that even though this was my 21st birthday, this trip was really for C and W. They were bonding on a deep level ( which we found out the next day may have been even deeper than we realized
) ... and the look in C's eyes was one of peace and awe at the same time. Psilosara also seemed quite content with her mushrooms, but I really don't know what was going on in her head for most of this trip.We all ended up sitting on the floor of my room because it felt more natural and we could be in a closer circle that way. I don't remember what we talked about, but I wasn't captivated by the conversation at all. I tried to go inside my head and meditate, which is usually incredible with the help of mushrooms, but the trip wouldn't stabilize for long enough for me to acheive any kind of euphoric or awesome meditative state. I had never understood before why some people took shrooms and then complained about how lame the trip was, as I've been amazed by smaller doses than this, but these little fuckers just weren't cutting it for me.
So I ate some more mushrooms... maybe an extra gram. As far as I can tell the booster didn't do anything though, not surprisingly.
So I smoked a bunch of pot... well now at least I felt better from getting my daily dose of herb, but it didn't enhance the shrooms (pot and mushrooms never synergize for me).
Oh yeah... I almost forgot about the box of whippets my buddies got for me...
whoossssssshhhhhh......
Holy shit, now I'm tripping!!!!!! There's that body high!!! Killer visuals man!!!
load me up a double!
Wow wow wow wow!! That's the good shit right there!
But apparently C was sketched out by the nitrous, which I couldn't rationalize based on the fact that she was shrooming at that very moment. But whatever. We put the balloon away.
For some reason everybody wanted to take a walk through the way-below-freezing cold to go visit these sunken gardens that I visted on my fly blotter LSD trip. I thought this was a bad idea because 1) Don't try to relive incredible memories like that, it just doesn't happen, you gotta make new ones... and 2) it was ballsin' cold out. Anyway they convinced me, even though I was perfectly willing to split up with them at this point, I started walking there.
But it certainly was too fucking cold out. Less than a quarter of the way there I said "sorry, I'm going back, you guys can do what you want". Thankfully T also had a secret craving to get back to the warmth of the house, so he backed me up on that one. When we got back Psilosara, C, and W spent some time drawing peace signs on people's snowed-over car windshields and looking at a tree. Again, thankfully T was there because neither of us were in the mood for that shit right then. I could see he was having a similar trip to mine, so we spent some time talking about shit and how we like chillin' with each other and all that good stuff. Later on T got real introspective and down trodden and said he couldn't explain the shit that was going on in his head... he even turned down a reefer-smoke which I think is an all-time first.
Eventually the others must have realized that being warm-blooded only goes so far, and they joined us inside where we were sucking down some more whippets. But C got sketched out again so we had to put our toys away once more. So then we smoked some bowls which put me in a better mood, because at least I was baked.
I guess it was getting late because everyone peaced out so Psilosara and I could have some shroomy sex. But I was pretty much come down by that point so the sex wasn't all too shroomy.
Oh well, still beats drinkin' ...
doesnt know what hes missing while on psych's
