Drugpert
Bluelighter
Alchohol, Marijuana and P. Cubensis - Experienced - The Insanity of the Triple Threat
This is very long, but interesting, so bear with me.
I'll start off with personal details. I'm a 16 year old male, I've been doing mushrooms for 2 years now. I weigh roughly 135lbs and I'm roughly 5"7.
The setting changed three times, first I was at a party, then my friend's house, then my house.
I took around 7 ounces of whiskey (within about 10 minutes), smoked 1 small bowl and 1 joint of weed, and had 1.5g of the STRONGEST P. Cubensis I've ever tried. This was all overtop of some medication I'm on (I've got an ear infection, how juvenille, hey?).
I smoked pot at around 8:00pm, started drinking at around 8:30pm, took the mushrooms at around 9:30pm, and smoked some more pot between 12:00am - 2:00am. The timeline for my night went like this.
8:15pm - arrived at party.
9:30pm - took mushrooms
11:00pm - left party to go to J's house
12:00am - Craziness begins
2:00am - Walk to home begins
2:30am - Get home, lie in bed
5:00am - Fall asleep.
Anwyays, I'll start off my story. I was at a close friend's party. The night was going well, I was partially drunk and stoned, and decided to eat a small amount of mushrooms to make it more interesting. I was having a great time, the come up was nice. I was chatting it up with all my friends, having a blast. But then, all of a sudden, this guy, who I really hate (and he really hates me) shows up. From there on in, the night just turns around.
Right when I started to peak, he came up to me, and started hassling me (he knew I was on mushrooms, someone told him), started giving me a hard time, and tried to fight me. Naturally, I was very afraid because he was much bigger than little ol' me. Now me being on mushrooms, started to panic, but luckily one of my friend's told him to lay off (he was much bigger than him), so he finally backed off and left me alone.
From there on in, my night started to change. Right when he started hassling me, I had just hit my peak. So from then on, I went into my trip with a bad mindset. Soon, the party, the pressure and the stress of so many people started falling on me. I started to panic again. Luckily, one of my good friends (we'll call him I) who happened to be the DD for the night showed up. I explained to him the situation, and I asked him if he could take me out of there. Him being the nice considerate guy he is, he empathized with me and even found me another house to trip out in. He asked my other friend J for me, if we could go hang out there since his parents weren't home for the weekend. J agreed, and we all left for his place.
Once we got there, I felt a huge sigh of relief overcome me, I was so happy to be out of that stressful party. Now I could finally calm down and try to enjoy my trip (although that was quite the task, because I was in a negative position of mind, because of that run in with my nemesis earlier). In his house, he had a shitload of apple caramel suckers (and yes, this is important, you'll see). I love those things, so I took one and popped it in my mouth. Right here was one of the most intense experiences ever. Now bear with me, this is an incredibly difficult 5 hours of craziness to explain.
I slid the sucker into my mouth, and when I did that I could hear the sound of the sucker being slid into my mouth, my tongue stroking it, the sucker hitting my teeth, and it being pulled out of my mouth. It wasn't normal though, each sound was seperate and a hundred times louder and sharper than normal. Eventually, this turned into a pattern, one that never changed at all. Every sound was the exact same as its precident. And this cycle was unstoppable. The sounds were driving me insane. I couldn't stop putting that sucker into my mouth, I couldn't stop sucking on it, and I couldn't stop pulling it out. I couldn't control the motions of my own body. It was as if I was an observer, trapped inside a vessel with a never-ending constant pattern of 4 sounds.
Eventually, after what seemed to be 2 hours (although it was probably like 5 minutes), I was finally bestowed power over my body, so I immediately went and through out the sucker. I remember that after this, the same type of pattern developped with my breathing, and it to, was unstoppable. Once again I had to suffer through another uncontrollable pattern for what seemed to be another two hours.
After this, everything is nearly a jumbled blur of laughter, more patterns and insane visuals. But, I will try to explain them.
I sat down on the couch with my two friends, as they passed a joint between each other. I took a few drags off of it, but after probably my fifth one, I took a dash to the bathroom and threw up a fair chunk of disgusting red vomit. It was blood.
After that, I was in a complete state of confusion. I remember walking into the kitchen, seeing my friend 'I' pigging out some Salt and Vinegar chips, and then both of us just immediately broke down and laughed hysterically for no reason what so ever. Laughter was filled within these 2 hours. This laughter was not normal, it was distorted, twisted, slowed and evil sounding. If anyone has ever seen Donnie Darko, and heard the computer generated voice of Frank in it, well, thats what all laughter sounded like.
I recall one time where I was looking at the blinds, they began to move realistically. Now, realistic visuals such as this I have never experienced before. With my other trips, I have never had visuals where I couldn't differ them from reality. These, however were different. They were completely real. So, the blinds began to bounce, up and down, in and out, they began to fold, bend, and I could even see out the window they were covering. It was all so real.
The rest of the night is a pretty big blur for me, at least at my friend J's place. The walk home from there though, is quite the memorable one.
At around 2am, I decided to finally go home. It was cold outside, and I was well bundled up in a nice thick hoodie and a touque (I'm from Canada, heh). This walk home was not regular at all though. While I was walking, I looked behind me, and all of a sudden, there was what seemed like white shadows of a million snakes chasing after me, I began to run, because of how real it looked. I was afraid then, I kept running and running as fast as possible. Finally, I just stopped. I told myself its the mushrooms, no matter how real they looked, it was just all a hallucination. I looked back after that.. and the snakes were gone. I was very relieved.
I kept walking on my trek towards home, until all of a sudden, the lights on the street went out, everything became dark. Except for me. I looked at my arm, and it was glowing, I scanned my other arm, it was glowing too. I then looked at my whole body, it was also glowing. I could see my aura, it was bright gold color, and it was VERY realistic to. I stood there in awe, scanning my body over, looking at all the beautiful shimmering light. Then, a car drove by me, and awakened me from that trance like state, and my aura came to a stop. The coldness hit me, and I started walking homewards again.
When I got home, I turned up the music, it was Aphex Twin. The beats were amazing, more amazing than I've ever heard. The music not only sounded good, but felt good. I stripped down to my boxers, lied in bed, and turned on the TV.
I turned it on to the Comedy Network (canadian station), and King of the Hill was on. On the screen was Peggy and Connie's mother (forget her name). The odd thing was, Peggy had an odd thick black outline around her, and she looked paper like. I shook my head and blinked, and looked at the TV again. Except this time, Peggy wasn't in the TV, her image was being projected into thin air. Her image than began to fold and bend in thin air, much like paper. It was nothing short of amazing.
For the next 2 1/2 hours, I lied in bed, and was dazzled by the CEV and OEV. One OEV I had (the room was pitch black) was astounding. I had my eyes closed, and I opened them to not my room... but a cartoon landscape, with bright green grass, a golden sky, and a notable purple cartoon fox. The fox than winked at my twice, and sped off in the distance, leaving a typical cartoon dust cloud behind him. I closed my eyes again, and I was in my room again.
I had no philosophical thoughts in this trip. I couldn't even think at all. I had no thoughts actually. Just visuals. The whole night, I was to busy taking things in, so I couldn't even find the time to think. I couldn't control myself, and I couldn't operate properly. I was, let's say, just short of being a complete mental wreck.
The intensity of this trip, is just indiscribable. I know, in writing the trip doesn't sound that intense, but thats because its intensity is impossible to explain in words. I read some of the level 5 trips on shroomery.com after this, and lets just say that this trip, compared very much so to some of those.
I hope whoever actually took the insane amount of time to read this, could understand it a little.
This is very long, but interesting, so bear with me.
I'll start off with personal details. I'm a 16 year old male, I've been doing mushrooms for 2 years now. I weigh roughly 135lbs and I'm roughly 5"7.
The setting changed three times, first I was at a party, then my friend's house, then my house.
I took around 7 ounces of whiskey (within about 10 minutes), smoked 1 small bowl and 1 joint of weed, and had 1.5g of the STRONGEST P. Cubensis I've ever tried. This was all overtop of some medication I'm on (I've got an ear infection, how juvenille, hey?).
I smoked pot at around 8:00pm, started drinking at around 8:30pm, took the mushrooms at around 9:30pm, and smoked some more pot between 12:00am - 2:00am. The timeline for my night went like this.
8:15pm - arrived at party.
9:30pm - took mushrooms
11:00pm - left party to go to J's house
12:00am - Craziness begins
2:00am - Walk to home begins
2:30am - Get home, lie in bed
5:00am - Fall asleep.
Anwyays, I'll start off my story. I was at a close friend's party. The night was going well, I was partially drunk and stoned, and decided to eat a small amount of mushrooms to make it more interesting. I was having a great time, the come up was nice. I was chatting it up with all my friends, having a blast. But then, all of a sudden, this guy, who I really hate (and he really hates me) shows up. From there on in, the night just turns around.
Right when I started to peak, he came up to me, and started hassling me (he knew I was on mushrooms, someone told him), started giving me a hard time, and tried to fight me. Naturally, I was very afraid because he was much bigger than little ol' me. Now me being on mushrooms, started to panic, but luckily one of my friend's told him to lay off (he was much bigger than him), so he finally backed off and left me alone.
From there on in, my night started to change. Right when he started hassling me, I had just hit my peak. So from then on, I went into my trip with a bad mindset. Soon, the party, the pressure and the stress of so many people started falling on me. I started to panic again. Luckily, one of my good friends (we'll call him I) who happened to be the DD for the night showed up. I explained to him the situation, and I asked him if he could take me out of there. Him being the nice considerate guy he is, he empathized with me and even found me another house to trip out in. He asked my other friend J for me, if we could go hang out there since his parents weren't home for the weekend. J agreed, and we all left for his place.
Once we got there, I felt a huge sigh of relief overcome me, I was so happy to be out of that stressful party. Now I could finally calm down and try to enjoy my trip (although that was quite the task, because I was in a negative position of mind, because of that run in with my nemesis earlier). In his house, he had a shitload of apple caramel suckers (and yes, this is important, you'll see). I love those things, so I took one and popped it in my mouth. Right here was one of the most intense experiences ever. Now bear with me, this is an incredibly difficult 5 hours of craziness to explain.
I slid the sucker into my mouth, and when I did that I could hear the sound of the sucker being slid into my mouth, my tongue stroking it, the sucker hitting my teeth, and it being pulled out of my mouth. It wasn't normal though, each sound was seperate and a hundred times louder and sharper than normal. Eventually, this turned into a pattern, one that never changed at all. Every sound was the exact same as its precident. And this cycle was unstoppable. The sounds were driving me insane. I couldn't stop putting that sucker into my mouth, I couldn't stop sucking on it, and I couldn't stop pulling it out. I couldn't control the motions of my own body. It was as if I was an observer, trapped inside a vessel with a never-ending constant pattern of 4 sounds.
Eventually, after what seemed to be 2 hours (although it was probably like 5 minutes), I was finally bestowed power over my body, so I immediately went and through out the sucker. I remember that after this, the same type of pattern developped with my breathing, and it to, was unstoppable. Once again I had to suffer through another uncontrollable pattern for what seemed to be another two hours.
After this, everything is nearly a jumbled blur of laughter, more patterns and insane visuals. But, I will try to explain them.
I sat down on the couch with my two friends, as they passed a joint between each other. I took a few drags off of it, but after probably my fifth one, I took a dash to the bathroom and threw up a fair chunk of disgusting red vomit. It was blood.
After that, I was in a complete state of confusion. I remember walking into the kitchen, seeing my friend 'I' pigging out some Salt and Vinegar chips, and then both of us just immediately broke down and laughed hysterically for no reason what so ever. Laughter was filled within these 2 hours. This laughter was not normal, it was distorted, twisted, slowed and evil sounding. If anyone has ever seen Donnie Darko, and heard the computer generated voice of Frank in it, well, thats what all laughter sounded like.
I recall one time where I was looking at the blinds, they began to move realistically. Now, realistic visuals such as this I have never experienced before. With my other trips, I have never had visuals where I couldn't differ them from reality. These, however were different. They were completely real. So, the blinds began to bounce, up and down, in and out, they began to fold, bend, and I could even see out the window they were covering. It was all so real.
The rest of the night is a pretty big blur for me, at least at my friend J's place. The walk home from there though, is quite the memorable one.
At around 2am, I decided to finally go home. It was cold outside, and I was well bundled up in a nice thick hoodie and a touque (I'm from Canada, heh). This walk home was not regular at all though. While I was walking, I looked behind me, and all of a sudden, there was what seemed like white shadows of a million snakes chasing after me, I began to run, because of how real it looked. I was afraid then, I kept running and running as fast as possible. Finally, I just stopped. I told myself its the mushrooms, no matter how real they looked, it was just all a hallucination. I looked back after that.. and the snakes were gone. I was very relieved.
I kept walking on my trek towards home, until all of a sudden, the lights on the street went out, everything became dark. Except for me. I looked at my arm, and it was glowing, I scanned my other arm, it was glowing too. I then looked at my whole body, it was also glowing. I could see my aura, it was bright gold color, and it was VERY realistic to. I stood there in awe, scanning my body over, looking at all the beautiful shimmering light. Then, a car drove by me, and awakened me from that trance like state, and my aura came to a stop. The coldness hit me, and I started walking homewards again.
When I got home, I turned up the music, it was Aphex Twin. The beats were amazing, more amazing than I've ever heard. The music not only sounded good, but felt good. I stripped down to my boxers, lied in bed, and turned on the TV.
I turned it on to the Comedy Network (canadian station), and King of the Hill was on. On the screen was Peggy and Connie's mother (forget her name). The odd thing was, Peggy had an odd thick black outline around her, and she looked paper like. I shook my head and blinked, and looked at the TV again. Except this time, Peggy wasn't in the TV, her image was being projected into thin air. Her image than began to fold and bend in thin air, much like paper. It was nothing short of amazing.
For the next 2 1/2 hours, I lied in bed, and was dazzled by the CEV and OEV. One OEV I had (the room was pitch black) was astounding. I had my eyes closed, and I opened them to not my room... but a cartoon landscape, with bright green grass, a golden sky, and a notable purple cartoon fox. The fox than winked at my twice, and sped off in the distance, leaving a typical cartoon dust cloud behind him. I closed my eyes again, and I was in my room again.
I had no philosophical thoughts in this trip. I couldn't even think at all. I had no thoughts actually. Just visuals. The whole night, I was to busy taking things in, so I couldn't even find the time to think. I couldn't control myself, and I couldn't operate properly. I was, let's say, just short of being a complete mental wreck.
The intensity of this trip, is just indiscribable. I know, in writing the trip doesn't sound that intense, but thats because its intensity is impossible to explain in words. I read some of the level 5 trips on shroomery.com after this, and lets just say that this trip, compared very much so to some of those.
I hope whoever actually took the insane amount of time to read this, could understand it a little.
