breakzjunkee
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This report is about a shroom trip I took a few years back- one of the most intense trips I have ever taken.
Some quick background- I lived in Florida at the time and my cousin knew this kid (15 or 16 years old) whose house backed up to a large field where the mushrooms grew like mad. The kid didn't like to trip but liked to smoke, so we would trade him a sack for a gallon freezer bag packed full of mushrooms. We tripped all the time that summer, but ususally sold off most save but enough for us- but not this time.
We took the shrooms back to my place and began to eat them. Myself, my cuz (C), my cuz's gf (CG), a friend (F) and his girl (FG). We cooked some up in a quick boil and mixed them in with some grape Flavor Aid, straining them with a screen and then dumped the mush into the drink as well, which we drank then split the mush between us and ate that, too. Finally the whole bag was gone and we sat down to wait for the effects.
About 10 minutes after finishing the mush off- I felt the effects come on. I had to take a leak and as I was walking to the bathroom, I felt really tall and uncoordinated. There was a plant on my sink and the soil looked like it was wet and then would dry up real fast and repeat. The roses on my tiled wall would wilt and then regrow and then wilt again in a very fluid motion.
The trip was coming on extremely fast and I had to run back to the living room with everyone else and sit down. My stomach felt real gassy and I was starting to panick a bit. F and FG diappeared into my room, so me, C and CG were in the living room. Everything would start to buzz and the buzz would get louder and louder and louder and I couldn't hear anything else and I felt like a lunatic. The whole world was about to explode, but I couldn't really move. I just sat there looking terrified and then the buzzing would stop and slowly build again over and over. Visually, everything was kaleidoscoping, some times i couldn't see anything but running colors and hear this crunching noise. The colors would morph into geometric patterns and then run into blobs of purple and greens and back again. I would look at C and CG and the pattern on the couch was running across their bodies until they looked like chameleons blending into the background. When they talked, it would echo endlessly unitl I couldn't understand a word because I was still hearing what they said before, if that makes any sense. And the buzzing. I was stuck in a thought loop, convinced that we were watching the same thing on TV over and over and that C was saying the same things over and over and getting up to do the same things over and over, which went on an eternity.
Meanwhile- F has flipped his lid and has taken a sharpie marker and has written "Acid is not a drug, it is us" all over my bathroom. On the walls, toilet, q-tip box, shampoo bottles, all over. He has also written it all over himself. He comes in the room and he's in his underwear and keeps saying it over and over..."It's not a drug. Don't you understand? It's us." ANd at the time, it made sense and then we were all in the same conscience. We could read each other's mind. We never had to say a word to each other- we were all there. It was us. Looking back it makes no sense...but at the time it was so urgent and profound. We were in that state for an hour or so, just staring at each other, connecting everything to the creation of the universe, our place on the planet, the meaning of life, etc. Don't remember a lick of it now, but I/we had it all figured out.
Then F runs out the front door, pulls off his underwear and runs down the street. Luckily it's like 2 am and there is no one out. The rest of us were getting into a more manageable frame of mind at this point and we were able to get him back inside, clothe him and lay him down. He came back shortly there after. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful- regular tripping, giggling stuff.
Has anyone else experienced the collective conscience on psychedelics before?I have numerous time on beans, but never to that extent. I am interested to know what causes it...it seemed so real not to be, well, real.
The bathroom was discovered the next day, btw. Rubbing alcohol takes sharpie right off of porcelain in case it happens to you.
I no longer trip, although I did several times after this experience. I may roll once a year but that's the extent of my drug use these days. Tripping seems to not be fun anymore once you see that life is not sunshine and lolli pops and the naivitee' is stripped away and you realize that the world is an ugly place.
Thanks for reading!
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Some quick background- I lived in Florida at the time and my cousin knew this kid (15 or 16 years old) whose house backed up to a large field where the mushrooms grew like mad. The kid didn't like to trip but liked to smoke, so we would trade him a sack for a gallon freezer bag packed full of mushrooms. We tripped all the time that summer, but ususally sold off most save but enough for us- but not this time.
We took the shrooms back to my place and began to eat them. Myself, my cuz (C), my cuz's gf (CG), a friend (F) and his girl (FG). We cooked some up in a quick boil and mixed them in with some grape Flavor Aid, straining them with a screen and then dumped the mush into the drink as well, which we drank then split the mush between us and ate that, too. Finally the whole bag was gone and we sat down to wait for the effects.
About 10 minutes after finishing the mush off- I felt the effects come on. I had to take a leak and as I was walking to the bathroom, I felt really tall and uncoordinated. There was a plant on my sink and the soil looked like it was wet and then would dry up real fast and repeat. The roses on my tiled wall would wilt and then regrow and then wilt again in a very fluid motion.
The trip was coming on extremely fast and I had to run back to the living room with everyone else and sit down. My stomach felt real gassy and I was starting to panick a bit. F and FG diappeared into my room, so me, C and CG were in the living room. Everything would start to buzz and the buzz would get louder and louder and louder and I couldn't hear anything else and I felt like a lunatic. The whole world was about to explode, but I couldn't really move. I just sat there looking terrified and then the buzzing would stop and slowly build again over and over. Visually, everything was kaleidoscoping, some times i couldn't see anything but running colors and hear this crunching noise. The colors would morph into geometric patterns and then run into blobs of purple and greens and back again. I would look at C and CG and the pattern on the couch was running across their bodies until they looked like chameleons blending into the background. When they talked, it would echo endlessly unitl I couldn't understand a word because I was still hearing what they said before, if that makes any sense. And the buzzing. I was stuck in a thought loop, convinced that we were watching the same thing on TV over and over and that C was saying the same things over and over and getting up to do the same things over and over, which went on an eternity.
Meanwhile- F has flipped his lid and has taken a sharpie marker and has written "Acid is not a drug, it is us" all over my bathroom. On the walls, toilet, q-tip box, shampoo bottles, all over. He has also written it all over himself. He comes in the room and he's in his underwear and keeps saying it over and over..."It's not a drug. Don't you understand? It's us." ANd at the time, it made sense and then we were all in the same conscience. We could read each other's mind. We never had to say a word to each other- we were all there. It was us. Looking back it makes no sense...but at the time it was so urgent and profound. We were in that state for an hour or so, just staring at each other, connecting everything to the creation of the universe, our place on the planet, the meaning of life, etc. Don't remember a lick of it now, but I/we had it all figured out.
Then F runs out the front door, pulls off his underwear and runs down the street. Luckily it's like 2 am and there is no one out. The rest of us were getting into a more manageable frame of mind at this point and we were able to get him back inside, clothe him and lay him down. He came back shortly there after. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful- regular tripping, giggling stuff.
Has anyone else experienced the collective conscience on psychedelics before?I have numerous time on beans, but never to that extent. I am interested to know what causes it...it seemed so real not to be, well, real.
The bathroom was discovered the next day, btw. Rubbing alcohol takes sharpie right off of porcelain in case it happens to you.
I no longer trip, although I did several times after this experience. I may roll once a year but that's the extent of my drug use these days. Tripping seems to not be fun anymore once you see that life is not sunshine and lolli pops and the naivitee' is stripped away and you realize that the world is an ugly place.
Thanks for reading!
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_positive
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