Background: I am 17 years old (18 in febuary). I am a daily pothead and had done shrooms twice prior to this trip. I also enjoy the occasional alcohol, tobacco, and opiate use. I am particularly interested in psychedellics (weed included) for the mind expansion, creativity, sensory enhancement, etc.
It was a friday afternoon, and we had just gotten out of school. My friend had a house to himself for the weekend and so we had planned to trip there for a while. I personally had 3.5 grams of p. cubensis, and after settling into the house I began to crush them up into a fine powder. I mixed this into a glass of orange juice and drank it, very excited for the effects that I knew were soon to come.
Next I decided to smoke a bowl to quicken the come up. Only 20 minutes after I drank the concoction I knew I felt the shrooms already. My body was buzzing pretty hard and I knew it was more than just the bowl of herb. Soon after that I looked at the cement ground and it was already swirling around itself in small patterns. I remember telling my friends how quickly I was coming up and then I got up to walk around the back yard. I did this for a bit looking at the patterns in the grass, and just admiring the scenery and thinking. From here on out the trip became a blur.
I walked into my friends house to use the restroom, and I heard Pink Floyd coming from his room (we had set up his room especially to go trip in). I thought to myself, "I can't say no to that" (the music), and I proceeded to sit on my friends huge beanbag chair. I remember sitting there for a while, just thinking in circles, my thoughts everywhere. Shrooms really screw with my thoughts, and this trip was no exception. After the music and thinking got too intense for me, I walked into the bathroom, tried unsuccessfully to pee, and went back to where all the people were. The growing number of faces only added to my confusion, so i decided to go back to my friends room. A great deal of my trip, if i remember correctly, consisted of me repeating this cycle of friends room, bathroom, and living room, my thoughts somehow taking me in a circle. Other than this I remember bits and pieces of the trip.
I remember at one point I was on the beanbag chair, really confused and with a crazy body high. My friend S was trying to talk me through the confusion, telling me that I had wanted to take the shrooms, I had wanted the trip. And I knew he was right and this made me feel a lot better. But the negative thoughts just kept coming back. I remember when S left me in the room alone I felt overwhelmed by the experience and wanted human contact. But then I would go into the room full of people and become confused too. Apparently I would mutter out random words as I thought of them, and at one point I was having a full on conversation with myself.
During the peak of the trip, it seemed like everyone I interacted with was in sync with me. I cant explain why I thought this, but the motions everyone made around me and the things they said to me all seemed like a product of ... me... so much so that I questioned whether or not these people were actually there!! it was like our actions were synergized in some way.
Another thing i remember is being on the beanbag chair with 4 or 5 of my close friends in the room with me. now i am not sure if they were actually in the room or not because when i would try to talk to them everyone would simultaneously say a different word related to the same subject (such as drugs). It was really strange to me, and I realized I was either hallucinating the people in the room or what they were saying. Either way it scared the shit out of me.
Later I walked into my friends kitchen, and was handed a gummy worm. When I went to take a bite out of it, it was wriggling around like a real worm! This scared the shit out of me and I quickly gave my friend back the worm, speechless. I walked back into my friends room and tried to use his computer. In my current state I wasnt really successful, as nothing the computer told me really registered in my head.
There was one point in the trip where I pretty much knew I would never come out of it. I thought I had finally screwed my life up from my drug use, and I would be an insane person for ever. I thought about all the people who would be really dissapointed at me for this.. my family, teachers, etc.. and it was like they already knew about my trip.
Finally, as I started coming down, these negative thoughts subsided. Sharing a bowl with my friends, I was happy to be back in reality. I went for a drive with a couple of my friends and reflected on the night. When I was dropped off at home I still felt the effects a bit, but mostly I was just tired as hell. I ran my hands through my dog's fur for a while, and then drifted off to sleep.
The greatest way I can describe this experience is a mindfuck. Shrooms (psychedellics in general) are so much different from other drugs in their effects, at times it is almost too much for my mind to handle. Nonetheless the experience was nothing short of incredible. Upon analyzing my trip (what I remember of it) I think I learned a lot about myself and the mushrooms in general. Mushrooms take you into the depths of your own subconcious, so the experience is very personal and introspective. Thus I truly believe that everything that happens during a trip happens for a reason, and you can learn something from it. I look forward to my next trip but will maybe eat a little bit less so I can control my thoughts a bit better. Psychedelics are powerful tools that, when used respectfully, can be incredibly useful.
It was a friday afternoon, and we had just gotten out of school. My friend had a house to himself for the weekend and so we had planned to trip there for a while. I personally had 3.5 grams of p. cubensis, and after settling into the house I began to crush them up into a fine powder. I mixed this into a glass of orange juice and drank it, very excited for the effects that I knew were soon to come.
Next I decided to smoke a bowl to quicken the come up. Only 20 minutes after I drank the concoction I knew I felt the shrooms already. My body was buzzing pretty hard and I knew it was more than just the bowl of herb. Soon after that I looked at the cement ground and it was already swirling around itself in small patterns. I remember telling my friends how quickly I was coming up and then I got up to walk around the back yard. I did this for a bit looking at the patterns in the grass, and just admiring the scenery and thinking. From here on out the trip became a blur.
I walked into my friends house to use the restroom, and I heard Pink Floyd coming from his room (we had set up his room especially to go trip in). I thought to myself, "I can't say no to that" (the music), and I proceeded to sit on my friends huge beanbag chair. I remember sitting there for a while, just thinking in circles, my thoughts everywhere. Shrooms really screw with my thoughts, and this trip was no exception. After the music and thinking got too intense for me, I walked into the bathroom, tried unsuccessfully to pee, and went back to where all the people were. The growing number of faces only added to my confusion, so i decided to go back to my friends room. A great deal of my trip, if i remember correctly, consisted of me repeating this cycle of friends room, bathroom, and living room, my thoughts somehow taking me in a circle. Other than this I remember bits and pieces of the trip.
I remember at one point I was on the beanbag chair, really confused and with a crazy body high. My friend S was trying to talk me through the confusion, telling me that I had wanted to take the shrooms, I had wanted the trip. And I knew he was right and this made me feel a lot better. But the negative thoughts just kept coming back. I remember when S left me in the room alone I felt overwhelmed by the experience and wanted human contact. But then I would go into the room full of people and become confused too. Apparently I would mutter out random words as I thought of them, and at one point I was having a full on conversation with myself.
During the peak of the trip, it seemed like everyone I interacted with was in sync with me. I cant explain why I thought this, but the motions everyone made around me and the things they said to me all seemed like a product of ... me... so much so that I questioned whether or not these people were actually there!! it was like our actions were synergized in some way.
Another thing i remember is being on the beanbag chair with 4 or 5 of my close friends in the room with me. now i am not sure if they were actually in the room or not because when i would try to talk to them everyone would simultaneously say a different word related to the same subject (such as drugs). It was really strange to me, and I realized I was either hallucinating the people in the room or what they were saying. Either way it scared the shit out of me.
Later I walked into my friends kitchen, and was handed a gummy worm. When I went to take a bite out of it, it was wriggling around like a real worm! This scared the shit out of me and I quickly gave my friend back the worm, speechless. I walked back into my friends room and tried to use his computer. In my current state I wasnt really successful, as nothing the computer told me really registered in my head.
There was one point in the trip where I pretty much knew I would never come out of it. I thought I had finally screwed my life up from my drug use, and I would be an insane person for ever. I thought about all the people who would be really dissapointed at me for this.. my family, teachers, etc.. and it was like they already knew about my trip.
Finally, as I started coming down, these negative thoughts subsided. Sharing a bowl with my friends, I was happy to be back in reality. I went for a drive with a couple of my friends and reflected on the night. When I was dropped off at home I still felt the effects a bit, but mostly I was just tired as hell. I ran my hands through my dog's fur for a while, and then drifted off to sleep.
The greatest way I can describe this experience is a mindfuck. Shrooms (psychedellics in general) are so much different from other drugs in their effects, at times it is almost too much for my mind to handle. Nonetheless the experience was nothing short of incredible. Upon analyzing my trip (what I remember of it) I think I learned a lot about myself and the mushrooms in general. Mushrooms take you into the depths of your own subconcious, so the experience is very personal and introspective. Thus I truly believe that everything that happens during a trip happens for a reason, and you can learn something from it. I look forward to my next trip but will maybe eat a little bit less so I can control my thoughts a bit better. Psychedelics are powerful tools that, when used respectfully, can be incredibly useful.
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:D Maybe I'll post my first two trips sometime soon too.