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P. Cubensis (1.5g) - Second Experience - "Among Hundreds of Police Officers"
Date: April 9, 2009
Time: 1:30pm - 6pm
Drug: Psilocybe Cubensis
Dose: 1.5g
City: Pittsburgh
Preparation:
Getting towards the end of my freshman year of college, I was finally able to get some good acid. I had 3 hits, with the intention of using 2 with my girlfriend and 1 by myself. As psychedelics often do, mushrooms decided to make an entrance in my life by mere coincidence. I overheard someone talking about them and made a straight trade, 1 blotter for 1.5 grams of mushrooms (not enough to do much I thought). As it turned out they looked like mostly aborts and ground up caps, and they were very powerful as I would come to find out.
Experience:
T+0:00 (1:30 pm) - I cut a hole in a milky way and dumped in the shrooms. I was a bit nervous, this would be my first real shroom trip (a low dose months earlier caused some lightheadedness and permagrin, but not much else).
T+0:20 (1:50) Eventually I ate the candy bar and started watching the lion king, which I thought would be a good movie to trip to. As I was watching it, I started to feel the nervousness and anticipation transform into something definitely different. I felt sort of edgy, like I was filled with some new kind of energy. Eventually the feeling became too much, and the movie started to get really boring. I stood up to see if I still could, and my room was a little bit wavier.
T+0:30 (2:00) Over the next 45 minutes or so, things quickly escalated. First was the nausea, which eventually caused me to vomit. Second was the amazingness of everything around me. The sunlight that filled the room was suddenly flowing in like a liquid through the windows, and making everything bright and extremely shiny. I looked down and saw two things, a little golden buddha statue that sits on my desk, and an empty can of rootbeer. The buddha was shining brilliantly in the sun and the man on the soda can was looking at me funny. For some reason I felt inspired to draw, which I never do. I grabbed some paper and a pencil and started drawing the soda man. As I drew him (horribly) I focused on very random parts of the drawing and tried to piece them together (unsuccessfully). Pushing the pencil across the paper felt really good. Eventually I looked up from the paper and found my entire room to be green. I double took, and got up and walked into the green room. I started getting sort of paranoid, thinking that I was already tripping hard enough and I didn’t want things to get any more intense. I thought about puking again, but instead I put on some bob marley to make the mood more calm. The room started changing from green to other colors, and eventually came back to normal as the bob marley played. I laid down and stared at the sun hitting the wall. It started making blue patterns that flowed over each other like a lava lamp.
T+1:30 (3:00) Throughout the whole trip I had no conception of time, or math, so by an hour and half in I somehow was convinced that I was coming down already. In reality, I was just on the downside of one of the many waves of the trip. Sobered up a little bit, I threw on mocassins with no socks, track pants, and a soft shirt, and I ventured out into the world. Half way down the elevator I realized I had no glasses but there was no way I was going back to my room. Out I stepped into a warm pittsburgh afternoon (one of the few), everything blurry from the lack of glasses, everything swirling from the psychedelics coursing through my brain. I was coming up on another wave, and I started to realize everything was really quiet. That’s when I saw it, literally hundreds of cop cars parked in the middle of 5th avenue, opposite to traffic. Thats when I remembered that today was the memorial service for 3 dead police officers, and there were cops from all over the country (literally as far as california). There was no traffic, and subsequently you could hear a pin drop, and conversations going on a block away.
Here's a picture I found of it:
I stumbled through the streets in my moccasins with no socks, and finally arrived on the towers patio. There was my friend hardware, who I had left to meet up with. I was tripping hard again by this point. As I talked to him (sometimes nonsensically), I was seeing patterns and faces in the sidewalk. I convinced him to walk back to the dorms soon after I got there, and I realized I was no where near coming down. I got back upstairs and from here on out I have no idea what time anything was. I saw a fuzzy looking blur walking towards me, it was a very annoying kid from my floor. He started talking about some bullshit with me, so not wanting to stand any more of it I told him I was on mushrooms and that he should leave. Somehow we ended up talking for another 15 minutes or so about the police in town and everything going on, and eventually he left.
T+? (?) I got to my room, talked to my girlfriend on the phone and things started to even out for a while, until the next wave hit that is. I started watching seinfeld, and I realized a whole bunch of intricacies to the show and human interaction in general that I never thought about before. I started thinking about how complicated we are compared to the simplest of life forms, bacteria and etc. How complicated our wants and needs are compared to something that is just programmed to consume like an amoeba. And at the same time how similar we are. I started realizing that I wanted to be sober. I started thinking about how a common theme of psychedelics is that they tell you not to do them again. Every time i’ve ever tripped on anything, I always get this thought that i’ll never do drugs again. This time was no different. I thought about this for a while, and when my time limit on megavideo ran up, and music was too much work to process, I ended up laying on my bed, staring at my motionless computer. I tried to calculate how far in I was, and how much I had left, based on the computer’s clock, but I literally could not do any math, I even tried to count on my fingers to no avail. However, my girlfriend was on her way for the weekend, so that brought me comfort. If I can just make it til she gets here, I thought, then everything will be much more positive. Unfortunately, not only had the last memorial service just gotten out, and all the cop cars were trying to make u-turns at the same time, but it was rush hour, and ordinary people were trying frustratedly to get through the ridiculous traffic. And my girlfriend was in the middle of it. I stared at the computer for a while. It sort of formed a mouth and was emitting waves. My crumpled up shirt behind it looked like an old man’s face. I walked over to the window to look at the traffic and stains on the window turned into more faces. My girlfriend called, and by this point I really was coming down. We talked for an hour about the traffic as I watched the walls start to breathe less and less heavily. Eventually, I ventured outside to meet her at her car and wait with her in the traffic. And the rest of the night I had a nice buzz that eventually just became exhaustion.
Date: April 9, 2009
Time: 1:30pm - 6pm
Drug: Psilocybe Cubensis
Dose: 1.5g
City: Pittsburgh
Preparation:
Getting towards the end of my freshman year of college, I was finally able to get some good acid. I had 3 hits, with the intention of using 2 with my girlfriend and 1 by myself. As psychedelics often do, mushrooms decided to make an entrance in my life by mere coincidence. I overheard someone talking about them and made a straight trade, 1 blotter for 1.5 grams of mushrooms (not enough to do much I thought). As it turned out they looked like mostly aborts and ground up caps, and they were very powerful as I would come to find out.
Experience:
T+0:00 (1:30 pm) - I cut a hole in a milky way and dumped in the shrooms. I was a bit nervous, this would be my first real shroom trip (a low dose months earlier caused some lightheadedness and permagrin, but not much else).
T+0:20 (1:50) Eventually I ate the candy bar and started watching the lion king, which I thought would be a good movie to trip to. As I was watching it, I started to feel the nervousness and anticipation transform into something definitely different. I felt sort of edgy, like I was filled with some new kind of energy. Eventually the feeling became too much, and the movie started to get really boring. I stood up to see if I still could, and my room was a little bit wavier.
T+0:30 (2:00) Over the next 45 minutes or so, things quickly escalated. First was the nausea, which eventually caused me to vomit. Second was the amazingness of everything around me. The sunlight that filled the room was suddenly flowing in like a liquid through the windows, and making everything bright and extremely shiny. I looked down and saw two things, a little golden buddha statue that sits on my desk, and an empty can of rootbeer. The buddha was shining brilliantly in the sun and the man on the soda can was looking at me funny. For some reason I felt inspired to draw, which I never do. I grabbed some paper and a pencil and started drawing the soda man. As I drew him (horribly) I focused on very random parts of the drawing and tried to piece them together (unsuccessfully). Pushing the pencil across the paper felt really good. Eventually I looked up from the paper and found my entire room to be green. I double took, and got up and walked into the green room. I started getting sort of paranoid, thinking that I was already tripping hard enough and I didn’t want things to get any more intense. I thought about puking again, but instead I put on some bob marley to make the mood more calm. The room started changing from green to other colors, and eventually came back to normal as the bob marley played. I laid down and stared at the sun hitting the wall. It started making blue patterns that flowed over each other like a lava lamp.
T+1:30 (3:00) Throughout the whole trip I had no conception of time, or math, so by an hour and half in I somehow was convinced that I was coming down already. In reality, I was just on the downside of one of the many waves of the trip. Sobered up a little bit, I threw on mocassins with no socks, track pants, and a soft shirt, and I ventured out into the world. Half way down the elevator I realized I had no glasses but there was no way I was going back to my room. Out I stepped into a warm pittsburgh afternoon (one of the few), everything blurry from the lack of glasses, everything swirling from the psychedelics coursing through my brain. I was coming up on another wave, and I started to realize everything was really quiet. That’s when I saw it, literally hundreds of cop cars parked in the middle of 5th avenue, opposite to traffic. Thats when I remembered that today was the memorial service for 3 dead police officers, and there were cops from all over the country (literally as far as california). There was no traffic, and subsequently you could hear a pin drop, and conversations going on a block away.
Here's a picture I found of it:
I stumbled through the streets in my moccasins with no socks, and finally arrived on the towers patio. There was my friend hardware, who I had left to meet up with. I was tripping hard again by this point. As I talked to him (sometimes nonsensically), I was seeing patterns and faces in the sidewalk. I convinced him to walk back to the dorms soon after I got there, and I realized I was no where near coming down. I got back upstairs and from here on out I have no idea what time anything was. I saw a fuzzy looking blur walking towards me, it was a very annoying kid from my floor. He started talking about some bullshit with me, so not wanting to stand any more of it I told him I was on mushrooms and that he should leave. Somehow we ended up talking for another 15 minutes or so about the police in town and everything going on, and eventually he left.
T+? (?) I got to my room, talked to my girlfriend on the phone and things started to even out for a while, until the next wave hit that is. I started watching seinfeld, and I realized a whole bunch of intricacies to the show and human interaction in general that I never thought about before. I started thinking about how complicated we are compared to the simplest of life forms, bacteria and etc. How complicated our wants and needs are compared to something that is just programmed to consume like an amoeba. And at the same time how similar we are. I started realizing that I wanted to be sober. I started thinking about how a common theme of psychedelics is that they tell you not to do them again. Every time i’ve ever tripped on anything, I always get this thought that i’ll never do drugs again. This time was no different. I thought about this for a while, and when my time limit on megavideo ran up, and music was too much work to process, I ended up laying on my bed, staring at my motionless computer. I tried to calculate how far in I was, and how much I had left, based on the computer’s clock, but I literally could not do any math, I even tried to count on my fingers to no avail. However, my girlfriend was on her way for the weekend, so that brought me comfort. If I can just make it til she gets here, I thought, then everything will be much more positive. Unfortunately, not only had the last memorial service just gotten out, and all the cop cars were trying to make u-turns at the same time, but it was rush hour, and ordinary people were trying frustratedly to get through the ridiculous traffic. And my girlfriend was in the middle of it. I stared at the computer for a while. It sort of formed a mouth and was emitting waves. My crumpled up shirt behind it looked like an old man’s face. I walked over to the window to look at the traffic and stains on the window turned into more faces. My girlfriend called, and by this point I really was coming down. We talked for an hour about the traffic as I watched the walls start to breathe less and less heavily. Eventually, I ventured outside to meet her at her car and wait with her in the traffic. And the rest of the night I had a nice buzz that eventually just became exhaustion.
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