Anaximander
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Some time ago, SWIM was fortunate enough to come across a quarter ounce of some delicious psilocybe cubensis mushrooms. Now, these came from a very trusted source, who sells some of the finest herb in town, so he had no doubts as to these shrooms' legitimacy and potency. After testing out 1.5g at a beach bonfire and quite enjoying the sample low dose, SWIM decided to wake up at 7 a.m. one fine morning and eat 3.5 grams for breakfast, along with a bit of organic peanut butter and a carton of orange juice to help 'em down the hatch.
Overall, it was a wonderful, intense, moving experience. SWIM went for a walk around his neighborhood after dosing and watched the world wake up. He was absolutely entranced by the warmth of the morning sun, the multitudes of birds singing and chirping, the vibrancy of a new day...ahh. SWIM is pretty sure he was a strange sight, walking as slowly as he was and stopping to stare at the way the leaves of a tree wafted in the wind or sitting on the ground because he wanted to commune with the ants. Enjoying himself immensely, SWIM proceeded to wave at everyone he saw, smiling peacefully with that warm, almost carefree sense of well-being that comes with this wonderful fungus.
The expected nausea and slight stomach discomfort hit right after SWIM got back from his walk, about an hour and a half after the psychedelic breakfast. Fortunately, SWIM was too busy staring at the grain patterns in his newly cleaned hardwood floors to let it bother him. They were beautiful. Melting, dripping, vibrating...for about 20 minutes the floor and the Persian rug which covered half of it captured his absolute attention. There really is nothing like bright, colorful intricately patterned rugs or abstract paintings while shrooming, SWIM says.
A bit later, still tripping his face off, he put on some Carbon Based Lifeforms and immersed himself in the music for awhile. SWIM is not so much for ambient chillout while sober or stoned, but it does seem to mesh perfectly with the psilocybin experience.
Here's where shit gets weird.
After putting aside his CD player, for some reason SWIM decided to lay down on his bed and rest for a bit. The nausea was getting to be a bit much even as his trip seemed to be peaking. He ended up drifting off into a sort of light doze, 3/4 asleep and 1/4 awake. SWIM has never been anything but wide awake while tripping, so this was new to him.
During this doze, which was surprisingly like a major opiate nod (SWIM kept drifting in and out), he was experiencing some intensely strange almost-dreams/nightmares. In each, he was attempting to talk to someone he knew (SWIM can't remember who, but they were apparently all friends or acquaintances of his). However, when they tried to respond, the only thing that came out of their mouths sounded like a horribly scratched CD, where it skips badly and repeats one sound over and over. This was quite frightening and disturbing to SWIM, and he kept trying to talk to these people, only to be screeched and bleated at in this horribly loud, blatting, sharp and repetitive tones. SWIM became agitated and frustrated in these dreams, and though he drifted to near-wakefulness at a few points, he couldn't seem to fully wake up for awhile, and continued to drift in and out of some very disturbing images of distorted faces and headache-inducing, stuttering, skipping speech. This was the only negative part of the trip, and the only semblance of a “bad trip” SWIM has ever had on this particular psychedelic.
SWIM’s sense of time was extremely distorted throughout this entire experience, as per the norm, but he kept looking at the clock in order to be able to document it approximately. SWIM believes he woke up from this nightmare trip-dream after about an hour, and proceeded to thoroughly enjoy the rest of his trip and especially the wonderful come-down that mushrooms lovingly give one.
SWIM was in an amazing mood for the rest of the day, and everyone he spent time with remarked on his clearly evident extra-sensitivity, lucidity, and happiness. He suspects that the after-effects, which are ALWAYS pleasant with mushrooms, were even better because of this strange, disturbing experience during his journey. SWIM would almost compare it to the way one feels after an intense Salvia extract voyage, though he remarks that that afterglow always feels more like relief and less like enlightenment.
SWIM is curious if anyone else has fallen asleep during a decently-sized dose of mushrooms and had some kind of similar distorted experience while dreaming.
Thanks for reading.
Overall, it was a wonderful, intense, moving experience. SWIM went for a walk around his neighborhood after dosing and watched the world wake up. He was absolutely entranced by the warmth of the morning sun, the multitudes of birds singing and chirping, the vibrancy of a new day...ahh. SWIM is pretty sure he was a strange sight, walking as slowly as he was and stopping to stare at the way the leaves of a tree wafted in the wind or sitting on the ground because he wanted to commune with the ants. Enjoying himself immensely, SWIM proceeded to wave at everyone he saw, smiling peacefully with that warm, almost carefree sense of well-being that comes with this wonderful fungus.
The expected nausea and slight stomach discomfort hit right after SWIM got back from his walk, about an hour and a half after the psychedelic breakfast. Fortunately, SWIM was too busy staring at the grain patterns in his newly cleaned hardwood floors to let it bother him. They were beautiful. Melting, dripping, vibrating...for about 20 minutes the floor and the Persian rug which covered half of it captured his absolute attention. There really is nothing like bright, colorful intricately patterned rugs or abstract paintings while shrooming, SWIM says.
A bit later, still tripping his face off, he put on some Carbon Based Lifeforms and immersed himself in the music for awhile. SWIM is not so much for ambient chillout while sober or stoned, but it does seem to mesh perfectly with the psilocybin experience.
Here's where shit gets weird.
After putting aside his CD player, for some reason SWIM decided to lay down on his bed and rest for a bit. The nausea was getting to be a bit much even as his trip seemed to be peaking. He ended up drifting off into a sort of light doze, 3/4 asleep and 1/4 awake. SWIM has never been anything but wide awake while tripping, so this was new to him.
During this doze, which was surprisingly like a major opiate nod (SWIM kept drifting in and out), he was experiencing some intensely strange almost-dreams/nightmares. In each, he was attempting to talk to someone he knew (SWIM can't remember who, but they were apparently all friends or acquaintances of his). However, when they tried to respond, the only thing that came out of their mouths sounded like a horribly scratched CD, where it skips badly and repeats one sound over and over. This was quite frightening and disturbing to SWIM, and he kept trying to talk to these people, only to be screeched and bleated at in this horribly loud, blatting, sharp and repetitive tones. SWIM became agitated and frustrated in these dreams, and though he drifted to near-wakefulness at a few points, he couldn't seem to fully wake up for awhile, and continued to drift in and out of some very disturbing images of distorted faces and headache-inducing, stuttering, skipping speech. This was the only negative part of the trip, and the only semblance of a “bad trip” SWIM has ever had on this particular psychedelic.
SWIM’s sense of time was extremely distorted throughout this entire experience, as per the norm, but he kept looking at the clock in order to be able to document it approximately. SWIM believes he woke up from this nightmare trip-dream after about an hour, and proceeded to thoroughly enjoy the rest of his trip and especially the wonderful come-down that mushrooms lovingly give one.
SWIM was in an amazing mood for the rest of the day, and everyone he spent time with remarked on his clearly evident extra-sensitivity, lucidity, and happiness. He suspects that the after-effects, which are ALWAYS pleasant with mushrooms, were even better because of this strange, disturbing experience during his journey. SWIM would almost compare it to the way one feels after an intense Salvia extract voyage, though he remarks that that afterglow always feels more like relief and less like enlightenment.
SWIM is curious if anyone else has fallen asleep during a decently-sized dose of mushrooms and had some kind of similar distorted experience while dreaming.
Thanks for reading.
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