infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
Some brief background info:
Age: 19
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 60kg (132 pounds)
Mindset/Mood: Anticipatory, excited, positive
__________________________
We began the day with the objective of tripping.
We weren't sure with what, how, and where, but it just so happened that my one friend (who I’ll call A) had procured a few grams of psilocybin mushrooms, whilst my other good friend, L, had a new source for good quality crystal MDMA.
A and I ended up with roughly 2 grams of mushrooms and 60-70mg of MDMA each. Because we had both agreed that this would be a trip day and had no pressing responsibilities to attend to, we decided the park near my house would be as good a place as any to begin our adventure.
At roughly 2.30pm, A and I consumed our portions of mushrooms in two mouthfuls. The taste wasn't as offensive as I was used to, as these were very dry; nothing, I would find, in comparison to the rank putrid taste of the MDMA.
The first half hour of our journey was spent relaxing, talking, and basking in the mid-afternoon sun. After this half an hour, I felt a familiar "psychedelic change" come on as my perception of the world began to shift slightly. We walked to the children's playground in the bottom section of the park and sat on a bench, admiring the simple peacefulness of the blue skied afternoon, as I like to do on mushrooms; just sit, be present, and be happy.
We decided when roughly forty-five minutes had passed to consume our MDMA. L instructed me to place the crystals on my tongue and hold my tongue to the roof of my mouth. A and I did so. Our faces lit up in unison. DISGUSTING! Honestly, it was the most horrible taste I have ever experienced. But I knew it would be worth it very shortly. After another perhaps twenty minutes of lounging around the park, I felt a slight spike in my mood. L had noticed the change and cajoled me happily - "That's the greatest thing about MDMA man. One second, everything seems normal. Then the next, you suddenly realize; wow. Everything is just brighter and different." I still remember smiling broadly to this as I felt he'd hit the nail right on the head. It was the perfect description. Suddenly my mood and my desire to talk with my friends, had taken an upward leap as the lovey-feelings began to pulse through my body.
It was at this point A announced he needed to meet his friend "Frank" at his house a few neighbourhoods away. I learnt quite a lot about A that day; and while I should have perhaps been annoyed he was making us undertake this trek with him, in the middle of our trip, I didn’t feel irritated. The walk, which took roughly half an hour (approx. T+1.30 now) was pleasant and light. A lot of it was downhill and I was happily, but noticeably stumbling down the street, babbling away to L, much to his amusement (and I think concern.)
We eventually came upon Frank’s house. We found him in the back, smoking a cigarette. It was my first time meeting Frank. He was a short, bald, Chinese man with a moustache. He was covered in tattoos. Something about him told me he was dangerous, or perhaps I knew in the back of my mind he was a dodgy character, but I trusted A and his judgement so I relaxed and introduced myself. A would later tell me he was an ex-felon.
Anyway, I began rolling a cigarette. I began to realize how gone I was, because as I struggled to roll my cigarette, Frank said, "Hey Bro. you ok?"
"Yeah man, I'm fine," I replied with a smile.
"What, are you just really high or something? Never smoked before?"
I didn’t think about it. I said straight to him with a silly grin,
"Nah man, just tripping out a bit right now. I ate some mushrooms and MDMA."
Frank laughed softly, probably a bit taken back at how honest I was. We relaxed for a little longer, smoking our cigarettes; I felt waves of euphoria roll over me as the MDMA took effect, coupled with feelings of inner peace (probably the mushrooms, which had now taken a backseat to the effects of the crystal.) I still definitely felt the psychedelic aspects however, which were apparent in my vision which was blurring slightly and streaking. It was a wonderful feeling.
Frank shortly after announced that he needed to leave - and that he would give us a lift down the road to the pub. Now, if I wasn't sure I was feeling the MDMA before, the car ride (more like death race) catapulted my mind into seas of bliss. Frank owned a dropped, pimped out Honda Accord, with a full on sound system. You could probably see my drug induced smile from a mile away as we gunned down windy streets, as the sun was beginning to set, drum and bass music pumping through the back, my mind awash in its own beautiful world of chemical peace.
Unfortunately, the ride was short lived. I would have payed to keep going, but we had reached the pub. A and I thanked Frank for his kindness in driving us down, and departed from L as well. I remember briefly withdrawing a small amount of cash from an ATM before we entered for a drink, finding it an alien task.
A and I made our way up into the bar to play some pool and have a few cold beers. It should be explained first that this wasn't your average neighbourhood pub; it doubled as a fancy cafe and yacht sailing club, meaning the inside bar was very classy and warmly decorated; a fire blazed in the corner as wealthy housewives drank wine and gossiped. A and I, probably looking quite ridiculous, stumbled in and waltzed over to the bar.
The bar tender was absolutely gorgeous. I felt my dinner plate pupils lock involuntarily onto hers; I couldn't help it but I smiled so widely it couldn't have been subtle.
"Two beers thanks."
"Nah man, let’s get a jug," said A, being a stereotypical university alcoholic.
"OK...fine then."
We took the jug and two glasses and found a warm seat next to a TV showing the rugby. I started laughing, out loud, to myself. Here we were, at four in the afternoon, tripping on mushrooms and MDMA, sipping down a jug of beer; in a posh, sophisticated pub. I reached for my phone to text L to see how he was going; the screen on my Iphone warped and moved before my eyes, making it quite difficult to text. Before I knew it, the beer was done though, and it was time for a game of pool.
It was the most challenging pool game of my life. When I lowered my head to aim my shot, the pool balls seemed malleable and unstable; leading me to play a terrible game. I could have sworn the entire time the bar tender was checking me out as well.
As the sun began to set, A and I went outside to smoke a cigarette. Needless to say, we began chaining them. As day began to sink into night, we watched the sunset over the yachts with a busload of photo-snapping asian tourists, smoking cigarette after cigarette (A lost his lighter so we had to keep lighting new ones to ensure we could continue smoking.) Interestingly, I remember clearly being aware of different of social "dynamics." That may sound vague, but what I mean is, in each location or environment (whether outside, playing pool or sitting down) the vibrations and mood felt palpably different. It as if at times I was observing certain social groups as different phenomenon or instances. When going inside to urinate, for example, I remember needing to steady myself slightly and prepare for the change of atmosphere and mood as I entered a new space, a new world.
After a little while, A and I began the long walk up the hill back to our homes at roughly T+3.30, as the wind was starting to blow and the weather was turning gray. We stopped half way to chain smoke a few more cigarettes. I still felt great, but knew because we had to part ways now, (I was politely encouraged by the mother to join the family for dinner as my grandmother was coming) that the journey was more or less over. Surprisingly, dinner with the family went fantastically; I had the after effects of the empathy from the MDMA and was still tripping slightly from the mushrooms.
I think the alcohol contributed to worsening the overall comedown however, because by 9.30 that night, all I wanted to do was sink into my pillow and sleep for twelve hours straight.
Anyway, this was an interesting combo, actually, a wonderful combo, that I would love to repeat in the not too distant future; I will definitely lay of the beer though (just unnecessary.)
Now, to be honest, I know this story itself is not very interesting; I wish I could say that something more riveting occurred. Regardless, the combination of substances definitely made it an afternoon I will remember for a very long time; it changed my perception just enough to make a seemingly boring time suddenly becoming a journey with interesting insights and fantastic euphoria. This is a combination I would definitely recommend.
Thanks for reading.
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Age: 19
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 60kg (132 pounds)
Mindset/Mood: Anticipatory, excited, positive
__________________________
We began the day with the objective of tripping.
We weren't sure with what, how, and where, but it just so happened that my one friend (who I’ll call A) had procured a few grams of psilocybin mushrooms, whilst my other good friend, L, had a new source for good quality crystal MDMA.
A and I ended up with roughly 2 grams of mushrooms and 60-70mg of MDMA each. Because we had both agreed that this would be a trip day and had no pressing responsibilities to attend to, we decided the park near my house would be as good a place as any to begin our adventure.
At roughly 2.30pm, A and I consumed our portions of mushrooms in two mouthfuls. The taste wasn't as offensive as I was used to, as these were very dry; nothing, I would find, in comparison to the rank putrid taste of the MDMA.
The first half hour of our journey was spent relaxing, talking, and basking in the mid-afternoon sun. After this half an hour, I felt a familiar "psychedelic change" come on as my perception of the world began to shift slightly. We walked to the children's playground in the bottom section of the park and sat on a bench, admiring the simple peacefulness of the blue skied afternoon, as I like to do on mushrooms; just sit, be present, and be happy.
We decided when roughly forty-five minutes had passed to consume our MDMA. L instructed me to place the crystals on my tongue and hold my tongue to the roof of my mouth. A and I did so. Our faces lit up in unison. DISGUSTING! Honestly, it was the most horrible taste I have ever experienced. But I knew it would be worth it very shortly. After another perhaps twenty minutes of lounging around the park, I felt a slight spike in my mood. L had noticed the change and cajoled me happily - "That's the greatest thing about MDMA man. One second, everything seems normal. Then the next, you suddenly realize; wow. Everything is just brighter and different." I still remember smiling broadly to this as I felt he'd hit the nail right on the head. It was the perfect description. Suddenly my mood and my desire to talk with my friends, had taken an upward leap as the lovey-feelings began to pulse through my body.
It was at this point A announced he needed to meet his friend "Frank" at his house a few neighbourhoods away. I learnt quite a lot about A that day; and while I should have perhaps been annoyed he was making us undertake this trek with him, in the middle of our trip, I didn’t feel irritated. The walk, which took roughly half an hour (approx. T+1.30 now) was pleasant and light. A lot of it was downhill and I was happily, but noticeably stumbling down the street, babbling away to L, much to his amusement (and I think concern.)
We eventually came upon Frank’s house. We found him in the back, smoking a cigarette. It was my first time meeting Frank. He was a short, bald, Chinese man with a moustache. He was covered in tattoos. Something about him told me he was dangerous, or perhaps I knew in the back of my mind he was a dodgy character, but I trusted A and his judgement so I relaxed and introduced myself. A would later tell me he was an ex-felon.
Anyway, I began rolling a cigarette. I began to realize how gone I was, because as I struggled to roll my cigarette, Frank said, "Hey Bro. you ok?"
"Yeah man, I'm fine," I replied with a smile.
"What, are you just really high or something? Never smoked before?"
I didn’t think about it. I said straight to him with a silly grin,
"Nah man, just tripping out a bit right now. I ate some mushrooms and MDMA."
Frank laughed softly, probably a bit taken back at how honest I was. We relaxed for a little longer, smoking our cigarettes; I felt waves of euphoria roll over me as the MDMA took effect, coupled with feelings of inner peace (probably the mushrooms, which had now taken a backseat to the effects of the crystal.) I still definitely felt the psychedelic aspects however, which were apparent in my vision which was blurring slightly and streaking. It was a wonderful feeling.
Frank shortly after announced that he needed to leave - and that he would give us a lift down the road to the pub. Now, if I wasn't sure I was feeling the MDMA before, the car ride (more like death race) catapulted my mind into seas of bliss. Frank owned a dropped, pimped out Honda Accord, with a full on sound system. You could probably see my drug induced smile from a mile away as we gunned down windy streets, as the sun was beginning to set, drum and bass music pumping through the back, my mind awash in its own beautiful world of chemical peace.
Unfortunately, the ride was short lived. I would have payed to keep going, but we had reached the pub. A and I thanked Frank for his kindness in driving us down, and departed from L as well. I remember briefly withdrawing a small amount of cash from an ATM before we entered for a drink, finding it an alien task.
A and I made our way up into the bar to play some pool and have a few cold beers. It should be explained first that this wasn't your average neighbourhood pub; it doubled as a fancy cafe and yacht sailing club, meaning the inside bar was very classy and warmly decorated; a fire blazed in the corner as wealthy housewives drank wine and gossiped. A and I, probably looking quite ridiculous, stumbled in and waltzed over to the bar.
The bar tender was absolutely gorgeous. I felt my dinner plate pupils lock involuntarily onto hers; I couldn't help it but I smiled so widely it couldn't have been subtle.
"Two beers thanks."
"Nah man, let’s get a jug," said A, being a stereotypical university alcoholic.
"OK...fine then."
We took the jug and two glasses and found a warm seat next to a TV showing the rugby. I started laughing, out loud, to myself. Here we were, at four in the afternoon, tripping on mushrooms and MDMA, sipping down a jug of beer; in a posh, sophisticated pub. I reached for my phone to text L to see how he was going; the screen on my Iphone warped and moved before my eyes, making it quite difficult to text. Before I knew it, the beer was done though, and it was time for a game of pool.
It was the most challenging pool game of my life. When I lowered my head to aim my shot, the pool balls seemed malleable and unstable; leading me to play a terrible game. I could have sworn the entire time the bar tender was checking me out as well.
As the sun began to set, A and I went outside to smoke a cigarette. Needless to say, we began chaining them. As day began to sink into night, we watched the sunset over the yachts with a busload of photo-snapping asian tourists, smoking cigarette after cigarette (A lost his lighter so we had to keep lighting new ones to ensure we could continue smoking.) Interestingly, I remember clearly being aware of different of social "dynamics." That may sound vague, but what I mean is, in each location or environment (whether outside, playing pool or sitting down) the vibrations and mood felt palpably different. It as if at times I was observing certain social groups as different phenomenon or instances. When going inside to urinate, for example, I remember needing to steady myself slightly and prepare for the change of atmosphere and mood as I entered a new space, a new world.
After a little while, A and I began the long walk up the hill back to our homes at roughly T+3.30, as the wind was starting to blow and the weather was turning gray. We stopped half way to chain smoke a few more cigarettes. I still felt great, but knew because we had to part ways now, (I was politely encouraged by the mother to join the family for dinner as my grandmother was coming) that the journey was more or less over. Surprisingly, dinner with the family went fantastically; I had the after effects of the empathy from the MDMA and was still tripping slightly from the mushrooms.
I think the alcohol contributed to worsening the overall comedown however, because by 9.30 that night, all I wanted to do was sink into my pillow and sleep for twelve hours straight.
Anyway, this was an interesting combo, actually, a wonderful combo, that I would love to repeat in the not too distant future; I will definitely lay of the beer though (just unnecessary.)
Now, to be honest, I know this story itself is not very interesting; I wish I could say that something more riveting occurred. Regardless, the combination of substances definitely made it an afternoon I will remember for a very long time; it changed my perception just enough to make a seemingly boring time suddenly becoming a journey with interesting insights and fantastic euphoria. This is a combination I would definitely recommend.
Thanks for reading.
Tagged by bindingaffinity
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substancecode_empathogens
_combo_
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