psychstreet
Bluelighter
Ok, this is my first trip report so bear with me. First i'll give alittle background on myself, this is going to be my third trip on shrooms, I have tripped once before on acid, I have done LSA, MDMA, DXM, ketamine, and smoked weed countless times. The other trippers involved are N who has shroomed twice before, R who has shroomed about 7 times before, and E who has shroomed once before. I have fasted for about 14 hours before this trip.
Substances consumed: Me and R consumed an 1/8th each of the shrooms that we had just aquired and one hit of cannibus to help with nausea as the shrooms kicked in, I am not a big fan of smoking weed while i trip b/c i feel it clouds my thoughts so the one hit was stritcly to calm our stomachs. E took a half of an1/8th of the shrooms we just got and N took a half 1/8th of what we jsut got and another half an 1/8th of shrooms he had from before.
3:50 We are on our way to the philadelphia museum of art and I decide it's high time i consumed my 1/8th, N and E wanted to wait to see how strong I said they were before they ate theirs and R has trouble eating the mushrooms b/c of the taste so he waited untill we got to a 7-11 later so he could get a drink to take them with.
4:30 We arrive at a 7-11, by this time I have an incredible body high, I can tell already these are fairly potent shrooms. I go to step out of the car at the 7-11 and the sun looks incredibly bright and my balance is alittle off. Me and R make our way into the 7-11 hes buying a drink and im looking for a bathroom b/c all of a sudden i had to pee really badly. I find the bathroom and see "out of order" this is a tad discouraging, I went back out to the car and saw a porta-potty and decided to use that. When I stepped inside the first visuals started happening, the walls started radiating from the center out, it looked like a placid lake does right after you throw a rock in. I finished up and headed back out to the car, with a huge smile on my face, I can never stop smiling when im on shrooms. For the next half hour we listened to some pink floyd at my request and I just looked out the window appreciating the beauty of my surroundings. R consumes his mushrooms.
5:00 I can see the art museum finally and get reall anxious about if it's really a good idea for four people aged 17-20, to be walking around in an art museum full of adults, with dialted pupils and laughing hysterically. I put my fears anxiety aside, E and N consume their shrooms and we smoke a small bowl of cannibus for nausea at this point, That really releaved the little stomach discomfort i was feeling.
5:15 Me and R are fully tripping at this pointand figuring out where we should go to buy tickets, or whatever they sell here to get in was quite a challenge. First we asked an old guy where to go, I was quite positive that he told me I should wait in the line next to a small desk. We waited there for about 10 minutes and then when i asked the lady for "one student admission" she gave me a forein look and pointed to a different, larger, desk. We made our way over to the other desk the whole time i was looking down at the floor watching it swirl around and seeing the tiles move, carefully avoiding the holes in the floor these moving tiles were creating. We arrived at the next desk and i was greeted by a funny looking college kid, who commented on my pupils, i responded with "you know how it goes", paid him, accepted my red pin and walked away. I went and sat down with N and R on a bench waiting for E to get out of the bathroom and purchase his pin.
5:30 We get past the lady checking the pins with no further holdups, now we could either go up the steps to the left or right or go down a hallway to the left or right, we decide to go up the steps to the right. After walking up I'd say 50 steps we found ourselves in a fancy restauraunt with people drinking wine and discussing politics and such, this was not where we were supposed to go so we walk back down and decide to ask the lady where the entrance to the museum was. She responded with "I told you to go down the hallway to your left."..oops. So we walked down the hallway to the left and finally found some sculptures.
5:45 we walked down a hallway that had pictures lining the walls and bright yellow lights lining the top of the hall, this was an amazing sight the lights seemed like they were all blinking incredibly fast and synchronized so that each following light would blink a nano-second later. After spending like 15 minutes looking at and discussing the pictures we realized we weren't supposed to be in this hallway and all the doors that we were passing were for offices. So we back tracked and walked into an elevator and finally got into the museum.
6:00 I lose track of time at this point and get lost in the amazing world that is a mushroom trip. We find a bench amist the amazing pieces of art and decide to sit down and take out our maps and make a plan or else we are enver going to see the entire place, and surely get lost. This was to no avail, we were all pretty well out of it by this time and we couldnt even find where we were let alone try and figure out where we should go. So we decided to just wander around and take things as they came.
We made our way to the absract section of the museum and found the msot amazing piece of art i have ever seen. It was called "footbridge". It was a swirling collage of colors that if you looked closley you could make out a bridge that was reflecting in a river that had plants living along the banks, I was truely amazed by this painting and must have stared at it for a good 15 minutes watching it swirl and morph.
R and E took a seat on a bench in the middle of a room with sculptures all around it, Me and N told them we were gonan walk around alittle more and we'd be back. Me and N found a small, 10ft. by 10ft., room with a brown door in the middle of it. Thinking back this door was probably the door to a janitors closet or something like that, but at the time it took on a much greater meaning to us. This door started a conversation as to what art really is, at that time we came to the conclusion that a good piece of art is defined by something that we could "get in to" as in discuss and wonder about, and we decided that someone should photograph this door and frame it and that would make a great piece of art. We started discussing all of the places this door could lead physically and symbolically
We made our way outside, and even tho it was about 10 degrees outside we walked around to the front of the building, and from an elevated vantage point we looked out into the city of philadelphia and just talked about things for almost an hour. Some assholes down on the street were yelling "fags" up at us, I guess b/c we were at an art museum, as if that somehow makes us homosexual. At this time tho that sjut amde me realize how judgemental people are, and if anything i actually felt bad for them b/c they will never understand the beauty of the world that I could see at that point. To them the world is a shitty place and they need to trya dn bring others down to make themselves feel better, I was completley at peace with everything and everyone. We got into a discussion about how everything is relative. Time is relative to what your doing and how your feeling, if your bored time moves slow of your having fun time fly's. The way your feeling is relative to whats going on in your life. Whats going on in your life is relative to the desicions you make. the desicons you make are relative to how you were brought up and how you see the world, and so on.
We headed back into the museum to check out some more art but when we walked in someone finally checked the time and realized it was 8:40 and the museum was closing at 8:45 so we just sat down on a bench and warmed up for 5 minutes than headed on our way back to south jersey.
All in all it was an amazing night and it made it even better being with people that I was with, I have never been able to sit and talk to three other people for over and hour doing nothing else but talking and the whole time be entirely intrigued by the conversation. If i didnt follow the guidelines let me know and I will fix whatever i need to.
Substances consumed: Me and R consumed an 1/8th each of the shrooms that we had just aquired and one hit of cannibus to help with nausea as the shrooms kicked in, I am not a big fan of smoking weed while i trip b/c i feel it clouds my thoughts so the one hit was stritcly to calm our stomachs. E took a half of an1/8th of the shrooms we just got and N took a half 1/8th of what we jsut got and another half an 1/8th of shrooms he had from before.
3:50 We are on our way to the philadelphia museum of art and I decide it's high time i consumed my 1/8th, N and E wanted to wait to see how strong I said they were before they ate theirs and R has trouble eating the mushrooms b/c of the taste so he waited untill we got to a 7-11 later so he could get a drink to take them with.
4:30 We arrive at a 7-11, by this time I have an incredible body high, I can tell already these are fairly potent shrooms. I go to step out of the car at the 7-11 and the sun looks incredibly bright and my balance is alittle off. Me and R make our way into the 7-11 hes buying a drink and im looking for a bathroom b/c all of a sudden i had to pee really badly. I find the bathroom and see "out of order" this is a tad discouraging, I went back out to the car and saw a porta-potty and decided to use that. When I stepped inside the first visuals started happening, the walls started radiating from the center out, it looked like a placid lake does right after you throw a rock in. I finished up and headed back out to the car, with a huge smile on my face, I can never stop smiling when im on shrooms. For the next half hour we listened to some pink floyd at my request and I just looked out the window appreciating the beauty of my surroundings. R consumes his mushrooms.
5:00 I can see the art museum finally and get reall anxious about if it's really a good idea for four people aged 17-20, to be walking around in an art museum full of adults, with dialted pupils and laughing hysterically. I put my fears anxiety aside, E and N consume their shrooms and we smoke a small bowl of cannibus for nausea at this point, That really releaved the little stomach discomfort i was feeling.
5:15 Me and R are fully tripping at this pointand figuring out where we should go to buy tickets, or whatever they sell here to get in was quite a challenge. First we asked an old guy where to go, I was quite positive that he told me I should wait in the line next to a small desk. We waited there for about 10 minutes and then when i asked the lady for "one student admission" she gave me a forein look and pointed to a different, larger, desk. We made our way over to the other desk the whole time i was looking down at the floor watching it swirl around and seeing the tiles move, carefully avoiding the holes in the floor these moving tiles were creating. We arrived at the next desk and i was greeted by a funny looking college kid, who commented on my pupils, i responded with "you know how it goes", paid him, accepted my red pin and walked away. I went and sat down with N and R on a bench waiting for E to get out of the bathroom and purchase his pin.
5:30 We get past the lady checking the pins with no further holdups, now we could either go up the steps to the left or right or go down a hallway to the left or right, we decide to go up the steps to the right. After walking up I'd say 50 steps we found ourselves in a fancy restauraunt with people drinking wine and discussing politics and such, this was not where we were supposed to go so we walk back down and decide to ask the lady where the entrance to the museum was. She responded with "I told you to go down the hallway to your left."..oops. So we walked down the hallway to the left and finally found some sculptures.
5:45 we walked down a hallway that had pictures lining the walls and bright yellow lights lining the top of the hall, this was an amazing sight the lights seemed like they were all blinking incredibly fast and synchronized so that each following light would blink a nano-second later. After spending like 15 minutes looking at and discussing the pictures we realized we weren't supposed to be in this hallway and all the doors that we were passing were for offices. So we back tracked and walked into an elevator and finally got into the museum.
6:00 I lose track of time at this point and get lost in the amazing world that is a mushroom trip. We find a bench amist the amazing pieces of art and decide to sit down and take out our maps and make a plan or else we are enver going to see the entire place, and surely get lost. This was to no avail, we were all pretty well out of it by this time and we couldnt even find where we were let alone try and figure out where we should go. So we decided to just wander around and take things as they came.
We made our way to the absract section of the museum and found the msot amazing piece of art i have ever seen. It was called "footbridge". It was a swirling collage of colors that if you looked closley you could make out a bridge that was reflecting in a river that had plants living along the banks, I was truely amazed by this painting and must have stared at it for a good 15 minutes watching it swirl and morph.
R and E took a seat on a bench in the middle of a room with sculptures all around it, Me and N told them we were gonan walk around alittle more and we'd be back. Me and N found a small, 10ft. by 10ft., room with a brown door in the middle of it. Thinking back this door was probably the door to a janitors closet or something like that, but at the time it took on a much greater meaning to us. This door started a conversation as to what art really is, at that time we came to the conclusion that a good piece of art is defined by something that we could "get in to" as in discuss and wonder about, and we decided that someone should photograph this door and frame it and that would make a great piece of art. We started discussing all of the places this door could lead physically and symbolically
We made our way outside, and even tho it was about 10 degrees outside we walked around to the front of the building, and from an elevated vantage point we looked out into the city of philadelphia and just talked about things for almost an hour. Some assholes down on the street were yelling "fags" up at us, I guess b/c we were at an art museum, as if that somehow makes us homosexual. At this time tho that sjut amde me realize how judgemental people are, and if anything i actually felt bad for them b/c they will never understand the beauty of the world that I could see at that point. To them the world is a shitty place and they need to trya dn bring others down to make themselves feel better, I was completley at peace with everything and everyone. We got into a discussion about how everything is relative. Time is relative to what your doing and how your feeling, if your bored time moves slow of your having fun time fly's. The way your feeling is relative to whats going on in your life. Whats going on in your life is relative to the desicions you make. the desicons you make are relative to how you were brought up and how you see the world, and so on.
We headed back into the museum to check out some more art but when we walked in someone finally checked the time and realized it was 8:40 and the museum was closing at 8:45 so we just sat down on a bench and warmed up for 5 minutes than headed on our way back to south jersey.
All in all it was an amazing night and it made it even better being with people that I was with, I have never been able to sit and talk to three other people for over and hour doing nothing else but talking and the whole time be entirely intrigued by the conversation. If i didnt follow the guidelines let me know and I will fix whatever i need to.
