unexpected mushrooms
backround: At this point in my life aside from pot i did drugs very rarely but for some reason 3 days before it i had 2 doublestacks that gave me a pretty amazing 12 hour roll and then smoked about a 1/4 of good herb over the weekend untill the night before the trip i ran out. that night i tried dxm for the first time for lack of any other way to get fucked up and the next morning i finished off what i had before school with some friends, in total i might have had 400mg. Every time ive taken mushrooms it takes me a good 20 minutes to feel some effects and at least an hour or two to get a good trip going, thats what i expected for this time. All trips before this one i had expereinced were mindfucks with a few cev's at most and not until hours in.
the trip:
After one of the strangest days ive had in school i was smoking a bowl and D calls me up and says hes got an 1/8 of mushies for me. I didnt really have a great setting to take them in but the last trip i had was just as unexpected and turned out to be an unexplainably good one so i thought what the fuck and went over to pick them up. when D pulled out the bag it looked reall skimpy for an 1/8 but he said i defintinly got my moneys worth.
When i got home i talked to some people who were tripping hard and said they only had 1.5 grams of the same batch. the mushrooms looked dirty and had mold all over them but being stupid i thought other people ate them and there alive so it doesnt matter. I eyeballed 2gs and munched them down. This shit was nasty, ive had mushrooms a few times before this and kind of enjoyed eating them but this was the worst tasting thing in the world next to the nutmeg i tried to get high on when i was 14.
After getting them down i got in the shower hoping to get nice and relexed during the come up to have a chilled out solo trip, i was in for a big surprise.
As soon as i stepped into the shower i knew something wasnt right, i felt reality already starting to shift around me, the water felt strange like ive never felt water before and i couldnt get comfortable at all it was always to hot or to cold or to strong or to weak so i got out and looked at the clock, it seemed like half an hour had gone by but it had only been 7 minutes. I went online and tried to figure out what kind of mushroom i had put into my body because at that point i decided it definitly was not p. cubensis as i thought it was. after a few minutes i gave up and realiazed my parents were still awake and i had to get into my room as quickly as possible before the whole world fell apart and the son they knew was no longer there, this was about 20 minutes after i had dosed.
when i got into my room i went to look at the clock but it was now melting onto the floor along with everything else on the wall, the mirror was waving up and down. my giant skull metallica poster was staring me down tring to destroy me and i felt locked in a cage becuase i thought if i opened my door my family would find out and they would call the cops on me and my life would be ruined. the next best thing to getting out of the room was to shut off all the lights, put on a cd, any cd to take my mind of what was going on and open the window. when i opend the window i saw the trees grow and bend towerds eachother growing faces, the grass was growing and waving and the stars looked like portals to other times or places. i turned away from the window and laid out on my back, the policiman with his batton from the black sabath cover was in thousands of differnt colours dancing along to what i think was the beatles.
In retrospect it sounds like it would have been fun but at this point the fear had already started to take its hold on me. i couldnt stand the room anymore it seemed like everything was trying to get me so i snuck out and snuck downstairs where i had left my lava lamp on under the dave matthews poster. he stepped out of the poster and sang and played to me but it was eerie, like i shouldnt be seeing this shit, whats going on am i crazy eerie. it was extremily difficult to stand up, walk, or think. it was like i was dead, some thing had taken over me and there are points here and there that i think i completly blacked out or was so focused on the "fear?" i could do nothing else, not even smell or feel or see or hear.
rembering i never finished the bowl i was smoking earlier i somehow managed to make it outside to my car and take a few tokes, as soon as i did the music i was listeing to started to go crazy the tones would go from normal to completly flat and to sharp and everywhere inbetween. i felt like my body was the blob, mishappen inside and out, groggy and impure in every movement. i took about 3 steps into my basement and fell over, i tried to get up for what felt like an eternaity but i just couldnt. Finnally i made it up to my room and came down enough to call D and ask him what he did to me i could see our conversation as a 3d box and any change in the direction of the conversation or the feeling of one of the speakers would have a direct change on the box. it changed collor or flipped its parts around or grew big and small and it seemd like we could communicate by changing the dimentions of a box.
the aftermath:
its difficult to explain how bad this trip was just like its difficult to explain how a really good trip is. i had a headache that felt like something was ripping my brain apart, i searched for help by closeing my eyes and meditating but it just made things worse, i searched for help in music but all the notes were contorted to the point i couldnt even tell you what song was playing. needless to say i was pretty whacked out and depressed for a few months after it. i had to take a long break from weed because anytime i smoked i would feel the "fear" i felt that night come back.
its been a little over a year since then and im happy i did it. it started a lot of wheels in motion that let me look at things from a different perspective and set me on a path that to discover buddhism and meditation which i feel are invaluable tools for a fullfiling life. the most importnat thing i took away from it was the "fear" that was i fearing. i still dont know what had a grip on me but i know how i let it get such a strong hold and how to beat it. now i immerse myself in difficult situations whenver possible to grow from them and have since then tripped many times withought any problems. by the way im new to bl and i thought id bust my cherry with the worst expereince of my life, what up everyone
backround: At this point in my life aside from pot i did drugs very rarely but for some reason 3 days before it i had 2 doublestacks that gave me a pretty amazing 12 hour roll and then smoked about a 1/4 of good herb over the weekend untill the night before the trip i ran out. that night i tried dxm for the first time for lack of any other way to get fucked up and the next morning i finished off what i had before school with some friends, in total i might have had 400mg. Every time ive taken mushrooms it takes me a good 20 minutes to feel some effects and at least an hour or two to get a good trip going, thats what i expected for this time. All trips before this one i had expereinced were mindfucks with a few cev's at most and not until hours in.
the trip:
After one of the strangest days ive had in school i was smoking a bowl and D calls me up and says hes got an 1/8 of mushies for me. I didnt really have a great setting to take them in but the last trip i had was just as unexpected and turned out to be an unexplainably good one so i thought what the fuck and went over to pick them up. when D pulled out the bag it looked reall skimpy for an 1/8 but he said i defintinly got my moneys worth.
When i got home i talked to some people who were tripping hard and said they only had 1.5 grams of the same batch. the mushrooms looked dirty and had mold all over them but being stupid i thought other people ate them and there alive so it doesnt matter. I eyeballed 2gs and munched them down. This shit was nasty, ive had mushrooms a few times before this and kind of enjoyed eating them but this was the worst tasting thing in the world next to the nutmeg i tried to get high on when i was 14.
After getting them down i got in the shower hoping to get nice and relexed during the come up to have a chilled out solo trip, i was in for a big surprise.
As soon as i stepped into the shower i knew something wasnt right, i felt reality already starting to shift around me, the water felt strange like ive never felt water before and i couldnt get comfortable at all it was always to hot or to cold or to strong or to weak so i got out and looked at the clock, it seemed like half an hour had gone by but it had only been 7 minutes. I went online and tried to figure out what kind of mushroom i had put into my body because at that point i decided it definitly was not p. cubensis as i thought it was. after a few minutes i gave up and realiazed my parents were still awake and i had to get into my room as quickly as possible before the whole world fell apart and the son they knew was no longer there, this was about 20 minutes after i had dosed.
when i got into my room i went to look at the clock but it was now melting onto the floor along with everything else on the wall, the mirror was waving up and down. my giant skull metallica poster was staring me down tring to destroy me and i felt locked in a cage becuase i thought if i opened my door my family would find out and they would call the cops on me and my life would be ruined. the next best thing to getting out of the room was to shut off all the lights, put on a cd, any cd to take my mind of what was going on and open the window. when i opend the window i saw the trees grow and bend towerds eachother growing faces, the grass was growing and waving and the stars looked like portals to other times or places. i turned away from the window and laid out on my back, the policiman with his batton from the black sabath cover was in thousands of differnt colours dancing along to what i think was the beatles.
In retrospect it sounds like it would have been fun but at this point the fear had already started to take its hold on me. i couldnt stand the room anymore it seemed like everything was trying to get me so i snuck out and snuck downstairs where i had left my lava lamp on under the dave matthews poster. he stepped out of the poster and sang and played to me but it was eerie, like i shouldnt be seeing this shit, whats going on am i crazy eerie. it was extremily difficult to stand up, walk, or think. it was like i was dead, some thing had taken over me and there are points here and there that i think i completly blacked out or was so focused on the "fear?" i could do nothing else, not even smell or feel or see or hear.
rembering i never finished the bowl i was smoking earlier i somehow managed to make it outside to my car and take a few tokes, as soon as i did the music i was listeing to started to go crazy the tones would go from normal to completly flat and to sharp and everywhere inbetween. i felt like my body was the blob, mishappen inside and out, groggy and impure in every movement. i took about 3 steps into my basement and fell over, i tried to get up for what felt like an eternaity but i just couldnt. Finnally i made it up to my room and came down enough to call D and ask him what he did to me i could see our conversation as a 3d box and any change in the direction of the conversation or the feeling of one of the speakers would have a direct change on the box. it changed collor or flipped its parts around or grew big and small and it seemd like we could communicate by changing the dimentions of a box.
the aftermath:
its difficult to explain how bad this trip was just like its difficult to explain how a really good trip is. i had a headache that felt like something was ripping my brain apart, i searched for help by closeing my eyes and meditating but it just made things worse, i searched for help in music but all the notes were contorted to the point i couldnt even tell you what song was playing. needless to say i was pretty whacked out and depressed for a few months after it. i had to take a long break from weed because anytime i smoked i would feel the "fear" i felt that night come back.
its been a little over a year since then and im happy i did it. it started a lot of wheels in motion that let me look at things from a different perspective and set me on a path that to discover buddhism and meditation which i feel are invaluable tools for a fullfiling life. the most importnat thing i took away from it was the "fear" that was i fearing. i still dont know what had a grip on me but i know how i let it get such a strong hold and how to beat it. now i immerse myself in difficult situations whenver possible to grow from them and have since then tripped many times withought any problems. by the way im new to bl and i thought id bust my cherry with the worst expereince of my life, what up everyone
