crystalsink
Bluelighter
Magic Mushrooms-Semi-experienced- Shroomcation and the six o'clock supper
I went on a mini-vacation yesterday with several of my friends and we didn't really leave the house. As with any vacation, it had its ups and downs. There were lots of good things about my vacation, but there were a couple of things that could have been better.
The first stop on our trip was to the kitchen table. It was about 6:10pm when we got there. The big lanmark here was the distribution of our dinner. We each recieved 3.5 grams of magic mushrooms to have as a souvenier. The mushrooms were not the most scrumptious of meals, but the rewards would serve as one of the best desserts that I have ever had.
The next lanmark was my friends room. We all sat down to just chill out for a while. The time was 6:20pm. The sights were great in this particular place. A 30 year old Indian tapestry was draped from one side of the room to the other. The taspestry is a deep purple color with a pattern of mustard colored flowers and vines that are intertwined all over the tapestry. In another spot there was a Pink Floyd "The Wall" poster with an abstract face with a gaping mouth. My personal favorite part of this vacation spot, was the red door that stands out against the white walls. There were various other posters hanging throughout the room, that would later provide for much entertainment.
The time was 7:00 pm and I began tasting my dessert. I was very talkative, and I was having difficulties sitting still. I decided that I was going to venture to another place to see what I could find. I picked up some devil sticks that were lying on a table nearby. My excess energy made my inability to play with them correctly much more fun than it probably should have been. I finally got tired of playing with the sticks, and decided to retreat back to my previous location. On the way back, I had to conquer the stair troll (my friend in a green shaw) by attacking her with my sweatshirt. The troll was defeated and I was back in my friends room.
By this point I felt like I was tripping, physiologically speaking. I had a really nice body buzz happening, but the visuals were not going full swing. If I concetrated on one spot, I could see things moving, but nothing too intense. At about eight o'clock, the visuals were overcoming me. Things were askew, and there was no stopping it. The tapestry was crawling with the flowers and vines, the walls seemed to be breathing in and out, and the tiny room that I was sitting in seemed much larger than normal.
My friend decided to put some music on to guide us all on our vacation. He put in Pink Floyd Atom Heart Mother, which is an absolutely phenomenal work. The layers of sound, and the rollercoaster of emotions that it makes you feel while listening is amazing, and it is ten times better when you are tripping. I zoned out, even with all of the people crammed in the tiny room to listen to the Pink Floyd masterpiece, and watch the art that was happening in front of my face.
Conversation came in waves through out the shroomcation. Sometimes we were all pretty chatty, and just talking and giggling about random things, and then we would sit back in awe to take it all in.
After Atom Heart Mother, we put in another Pink Floyd masterpiece, A Saucerful of Secrets. Not quite as much of an orchestral arrangement, but the layers of sound flowing into my ears was magnificent. My visuals were going really strong. The red door looked like it was sagging to one side, and it stood out more than anything else in the room. The Pink Floyd poster was jumping out at me with its giant gaping mouth, and the walls looked bowed in. The colors of everything seemed to change as well. Just then, another one of my friends came in, and she had brought some books with her. She asked me to try and read some of the text in the book. I opened the book to a random page, and tried to read. The first thing that I opened to was "They could be watching you." Which I thought was kind of wierd. The words seemed to jump off of the page at me. Trying to read aloud was even more difficult than reading to myself. When I tried to speak the words that were written on the page, they popped up each time I would say another word. I got through a couple of lines of the book, reading out loud, and it got too difficult. The way that my eyes saw the words, and my brain processed them to make them come out was all mixed up. But it was certainly something new.
At one point I got really giddy, and I could not stop laughing and saying wierd things. As I was laughing, my eyes started to water, and that would not stop either. I looked like I was crying, but I was having the time of my life. I felt like I was on display, and felt generally crazy.
It was about 9:30 and I could still taste my dessert quite strongly. I wanted to see some more sights so I decided to go to the basement. The room that I was in was completely dark except for a minimal amount of light that was coming in a ground level window. A guy was in there tapping on some cymbals. There were several other people in the room, but they could only be identified by the cherry that was on the end of a cigarette. The visuals in the dark were amazing. There were brightly colored spirals and shapes flying at my eyes.
Around 10:30 I was coming down, but I was definitely still tripping. I still had quite a bit of visuals going on. I decided that I was going to take a walk. I did not know to where, I just wanted to walk. I started walking down the side walk looking at the rain covered trees and street. Things looked like they were sparkling. The headlights on the cars passing by left a trail of color as they passed by. As I continued to walk I started thinking about what I was doing with my life, and where I was going, and BAM, it felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was overwhelmed with sadness, and my eyes started welling up with tears. I walked around the block trying to tell myself that it was only the drugs that were making me feel this way about myself, but that did not help. I was just crying walking down the street by myself. Luckily I did not really pass anyone that could see what was happening, I would have looked, and sounded had I tried to talk, absolutely insane.
I got back to the house, and one of my friends came to comfort me. She too was tripping, but did a good job of ridding me of my sadness. Yaaayyy for friends.
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful after that. I had come down almost all the way, and the afterglow was actually quite pleasant. I was not left with the same empty feeling that I usually have after tripping on mushrooms. And around 12:30, I finally went home. I was not able to sleep for a long time, so I ended up having to take an anti-histamine to aid me in my slumber. I woke up feeling a little groggy, but that was from the anti-histamine.
Overall this was the best vacation that I have ever been on. I went so many places in such a short amount of time. Despite the crying fiasco, everything else was perfect. I had the strongest visuals that I have ever had while tripping on mushrooms. I will probably take a break for a while from the psychedelic drugs, but I had a great time.
I went on a mini-vacation yesterday with several of my friends and we didn't really leave the house. As with any vacation, it had its ups and downs. There were lots of good things about my vacation, but there were a couple of things that could have been better.
The first stop on our trip was to the kitchen table. It was about 6:10pm when we got there. The big lanmark here was the distribution of our dinner. We each recieved 3.5 grams of magic mushrooms to have as a souvenier. The mushrooms were not the most scrumptious of meals, but the rewards would serve as one of the best desserts that I have ever had.
The next lanmark was my friends room. We all sat down to just chill out for a while. The time was 6:20pm. The sights were great in this particular place. A 30 year old Indian tapestry was draped from one side of the room to the other. The taspestry is a deep purple color with a pattern of mustard colored flowers and vines that are intertwined all over the tapestry. In another spot there was a Pink Floyd "The Wall" poster with an abstract face with a gaping mouth. My personal favorite part of this vacation spot, was the red door that stands out against the white walls. There were various other posters hanging throughout the room, that would later provide for much entertainment.
The time was 7:00 pm and I began tasting my dessert. I was very talkative, and I was having difficulties sitting still. I decided that I was going to venture to another place to see what I could find. I picked up some devil sticks that were lying on a table nearby. My excess energy made my inability to play with them correctly much more fun than it probably should have been. I finally got tired of playing with the sticks, and decided to retreat back to my previous location. On the way back, I had to conquer the stair troll (my friend in a green shaw) by attacking her with my sweatshirt. The troll was defeated and I was back in my friends room.
By this point I felt like I was tripping, physiologically speaking. I had a really nice body buzz happening, but the visuals were not going full swing. If I concetrated on one spot, I could see things moving, but nothing too intense. At about eight o'clock, the visuals were overcoming me. Things were askew, and there was no stopping it. The tapestry was crawling with the flowers and vines, the walls seemed to be breathing in and out, and the tiny room that I was sitting in seemed much larger than normal.
My friend decided to put some music on to guide us all on our vacation. He put in Pink Floyd Atom Heart Mother, which is an absolutely phenomenal work. The layers of sound, and the rollercoaster of emotions that it makes you feel while listening is amazing, and it is ten times better when you are tripping. I zoned out, even with all of the people crammed in the tiny room to listen to the Pink Floyd masterpiece, and watch the art that was happening in front of my face.
Conversation came in waves through out the shroomcation. Sometimes we were all pretty chatty, and just talking and giggling about random things, and then we would sit back in awe to take it all in.
After Atom Heart Mother, we put in another Pink Floyd masterpiece, A Saucerful of Secrets. Not quite as much of an orchestral arrangement, but the layers of sound flowing into my ears was magnificent. My visuals were going really strong. The red door looked like it was sagging to one side, and it stood out more than anything else in the room. The Pink Floyd poster was jumping out at me with its giant gaping mouth, and the walls looked bowed in. The colors of everything seemed to change as well. Just then, another one of my friends came in, and she had brought some books with her. She asked me to try and read some of the text in the book. I opened the book to a random page, and tried to read. The first thing that I opened to was "They could be watching you." Which I thought was kind of wierd. The words seemed to jump off of the page at me. Trying to read aloud was even more difficult than reading to myself. When I tried to speak the words that were written on the page, they popped up each time I would say another word. I got through a couple of lines of the book, reading out loud, and it got too difficult. The way that my eyes saw the words, and my brain processed them to make them come out was all mixed up. But it was certainly something new.
At one point I got really giddy, and I could not stop laughing and saying wierd things. As I was laughing, my eyes started to water, and that would not stop either. I looked like I was crying, but I was having the time of my life. I felt like I was on display, and felt generally crazy.
It was about 9:30 and I could still taste my dessert quite strongly. I wanted to see some more sights so I decided to go to the basement. The room that I was in was completely dark except for a minimal amount of light that was coming in a ground level window. A guy was in there tapping on some cymbals. There were several other people in the room, but they could only be identified by the cherry that was on the end of a cigarette. The visuals in the dark were amazing. There were brightly colored spirals and shapes flying at my eyes.
Around 10:30 I was coming down, but I was definitely still tripping. I still had quite a bit of visuals going on. I decided that I was going to take a walk. I did not know to where, I just wanted to walk. I started walking down the side walk looking at the rain covered trees and street. Things looked like they were sparkling. The headlights on the cars passing by left a trail of color as they passed by. As I continued to walk I started thinking about what I was doing with my life, and where I was going, and BAM, it felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was overwhelmed with sadness, and my eyes started welling up with tears. I walked around the block trying to tell myself that it was only the drugs that were making me feel this way about myself, but that did not help. I was just crying walking down the street by myself. Luckily I did not really pass anyone that could see what was happening, I would have looked, and sounded had I tried to talk, absolutely insane.
I got back to the house, and one of my friends came to comfort me. She too was tripping, but did a good job of ridding me of my sadness. Yaaayyy for friends.
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful after that. I had come down almost all the way, and the afterglow was actually quite pleasant. I was not left with the same empty feeling that I usually have after tripping on mushrooms. And around 12:30, I finally went home. I was not able to sleep for a long time, so I ended up having to take an anti-histamine to aid me in my slumber. I woke up feeling a little groggy, but that was from the anti-histamine.
Overall this was the best vacation that I have ever been on. I went so many places in such a short amount of time. Despite the crying fiasco, everything else was perfect. I had the strongest visuals that I have ever had while tripping on mushrooms. I will probably take a break for a while from the psychedelic drugs, but I had a great time.
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