Raven2Step
Greenlighter
Before I begin, just wanted to let people know that this took place this past winter of ?€™08 and when I took the mushrooms I wasn?€™t looking for anything else other than to get fucked up and have a good time. Really wasn?€™t looking for any altering of my perceptions on life or anything like that. Also, this is my first TR so if I did something wrong let me know. Yeah so:
I was at my mom?€™s house when a friend of mine texted me a series of beautiful words: ?€œYo you want to do shrooms tonight??€ I was rather unsure, I had never done them before and wanted to very badly but I was a little jaded because of past experiences when drugs were promised, and never delivered. But this was offer was so unexpected I figured that there was a fair chance at getting them. So I picked up my friend, J, and we headed over to a familiar drug dealer?€™s house to pick them up. We got a 1/8 each and a gram of bud.
We then proceeded back to my place and headed into my garage which is where we usually chilled. Eating the mushrooms was disgusting. Tasted like straight dirt. I heaved a little bit into my mouth when chewing my second mouthful but held it in and swallowed it back down. No chance I?€™m letting a little vomit ruin my first shroom trip. Chased it down with some soda, now we wait.
About 30 min after ingesting I noticed that the wall of my garage on either side of my garage door was two different colors. Not totally different but slightly altered. I couldn?€™t quite put my finger on it and began to inspect my wall. Walking back and forth trying to see what the difference was, if any, to try and explain it to my friend. Having no conclusive evidence I figured the drugs must have started to kick in, which excited me to no end, so much so I began laughing uncontrollably. I laughed so hard I couldn?€™t even speak and the more I tried to the harder I laughed. I have never in my life laughed that hard or for that long. My face hurt and eyes continued to pour out tears. I was having the time of my life and couldn?€™t wait for the rest of the trip to unfold.
After laughing for a couple years or so I began exploring what my garage had to offer. I looked at the walls of my garage again and I saw shapes moving about on it. It looked like one of those spinning lamp shades was projecting it?€™s cut out images onto my wall, but instead of light it was my physical wall. I remember at the time thinking it wasn?€™t that crazy, I had expected myself to be in awe about it, this was my first psychedelic experience after all, but it almost seemed natural. I admired the shapes and the more I looked at them the better the show they put on for me.
My garage floor, which is normally just grey concrete, had taken on an interesting shade of yellow. My friend J saw this as well which we took at the time to mean that my floor was always yellow we just hadn?€™t noticed it. That racked my brain for a bit but there was many other things I wanted to check out so me and J just walked around my garage looking at random objects and commenting on them.
One thing that stuck out to me was how new everything seemed. To the point where everything that I did was the first time I had done it. It was very bizarre and enjoyable above everything. It was exciting just to touch something and to feel what it felt like for the first time. Exciting!
When we walked outside later on I felt like I had never been outside before and my apartment complex seemed so foreign. I found myself walking around in circles watching snow fall onto the ground and talking very loudly to my friend who was doing his own thing.
As the evening progressed slowly, very slowly, into early morning we came back inside and relaxed, still heavily under the influence. There was a lot of confusion at this point. Neither one of us was too sure what we were talking about at random times. The ability to communicate was practically zero, but it might have just been because I don?€™t really have too much to say to J, he was more or less just a body to have around when drugs were consumed. So I decided to call a close friend of mine, K, who has since become my girl, and proceeded to spit out a string of incoherent phrases. Half talking to her and half talking to J. Neither knew what the fuck I was talking about, and neither did I but I was enjoying every second of it. I didn?€™t seem to mind the confusion, it barely registered at all I was just loving the effects these shrooms.
During this semi-conversation with K me and J tried smoking a blunt but I was so messed up I couldn?€™t properly smoke it, my body felt disjointed and I really didn?€™t feel like focusing on any one thing at all, including trying to get my body to smoke weed. I had taken a couple of hits but didn?€™t feel any more or less altered. So we put it out and I let K go back to sleep, after being reminded for the fourth time that I had waken her up.
Music was intense. Almost too intense. J seemed as if his trip had taken a turn but I still loved everything. I remember ?€œState Trooper?€ by Bruce Springsteen was playing on my stereo and it felt like it was growing, like a train coming closer. J was having hard time so we turned it off and headed up stairs into my apartment (My dad?€™s apartment, I live there rent free so it?€™s not mine but it makes it easier to describe by simply calling it mine).
Upon stepping into my apartment I again felt as though it was the first time. Everything was familiar but my senses were buzzing with excitement at everything even though I was definitely coming down. We watched TV for a bit and J was searching about shrooms on the computer. I walked into my bathroom to take a piss and caught a look at myself in the mirror. Holy fucking shit. The craziest part of my trip. My face was warping, continuously.
Bubbling out in random places and making me look a bit demonic. I looked at myself for about 20 seconds because I feared it could make my trip go bad. I looked horrifying but I still loved how the drug made my brain perceive my face that way. It was above all very interesting.
When I came back to watch some more TV J had started to have a bad trip. He was uncomfortable and felt that he was going to be stuck feeling uncomfortable forever. I can?€™t blame him; minutes were going by literally like hours. It was a little unsettling.
We went back to my garage to smoke a cigarette and I guess the change in environment settled us both down and we felt very normal. It was almost instantaneous how we went from being fucked to being completely normal.
And that?€™s where my trip ends. I know it?€™s long but I?€™m at work and bored and figured I?€™d throw this out there for other people to dissect. Anyways, comments and criticism greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
I was at my mom?€™s house when a friend of mine texted me a series of beautiful words: ?€œYo you want to do shrooms tonight??€ I was rather unsure, I had never done them before and wanted to very badly but I was a little jaded because of past experiences when drugs were promised, and never delivered. But this was offer was so unexpected I figured that there was a fair chance at getting them. So I picked up my friend, J, and we headed over to a familiar drug dealer?€™s house to pick them up. We got a 1/8 each and a gram of bud.
We then proceeded back to my place and headed into my garage which is where we usually chilled. Eating the mushrooms was disgusting. Tasted like straight dirt. I heaved a little bit into my mouth when chewing my second mouthful but held it in and swallowed it back down. No chance I?€™m letting a little vomit ruin my first shroom trip. Chased it down with some soda, now we wait.
About 30 min after ingesting I noticed that the wall of my garage on either side of my garage door was two different colors. Not totally different but slightly altered. I couldn?€™t quite put my finger on it and began to inspect my wall. Walking back and forth trying to see what the difference was, if any, to try and explain it to my friend. Having no conclusive evidence I figured the drugs must have started to kick in, which excited me to no end, so much so I began laughing uncontrollably. I laughed so hard I couldn?€™t even speak and the more I tried to the harder I laughed. I have never in my life laughed that hard or for that long. My face hurt and eyes continued to pour out tears. I was having the time of my life and couldn?€™t wait for the rest of the trip to unfold.
After laughing for a couple years or so I began exploring what my garage had to offer. I looked at the walls of my garage again and I saw shapes moving about on it. It looked like one of those spinning lamp shades was projecting it?€™s cut out images onto my wall, but instead of light it was my physical wall. I remember at the time thinking it wasn?€™t that crazy, I had expected myself to be in awe about it, this was my first psychedelic experience after all, but it almost seemed natural. I admired the shapes and the more I looked at them the better the show they put on for me.
My garage floor, which is normally just grey concrete, had taken on an interesting shade of yellow. My friend J saw this as well which we took at the time to mean that my floor was always yellow we just hadn?€™t noticed it. That racked my brain for a bit but there was many other things I wanted to check out so me and J just walked around my garage looking at random objects and commenting on them.
One thing that stuck out to me was how new everything seemed. To the point where everything that I did was the first time I had done it. It was very bizarre and enjoyable above everything. It was exciting just to touch something and to feel what it felt like for the first time. Exciting!
When we walked outside later on I felt like I had never been outside before and my apartment complex seemed so foreign. I found myself walking around in circles watching snow fall onto the ground and talking very loudly to my friend who was doing his own thing.
As the evening progressed slowly, very slowly, into early morning we came back inside and relaxed, still heavily under the influence. There was a lot of confusion at this point. Neither one of us was too sure what we were talking about at random times. The ability to communicate was practically zero, but it might have just been because I don?€™t really have too much to say to J, he was more or less just a body to have around when drugs were consumed. So I decided to call a close friend of mine, K, who has since become my girl, and proceeded to spit out a string of incoherent phrases. Half talking to her and half talking to J. Neither knew what the fuck I was talking about, and neither did I but I was enjoying every second of it. I didn?€™t seem to mind the confusion, it barely registered at all I was just loving the effects these shrooms.
During this semi-conversation with K me and J tried smoking a blunt but I was so messed up I couldn?€™t properly smoke it, my body felt disjointed and I really didn?€™t feel like focusing on any one thing at all, including trying to get my body to smoke weed. I had taken a couple of hits but didn?€™t feel any more or less altered. So we put it out and I let K go back to sleep, after being reminded for the fourth time that I had waken her up.
Music was intense. Almost too intense. J seemed as if his trip had taken a turn but I still loved everything. I remember ?€œState Trooper?€ by Bruce Springsteen was playing on my stereo and it felt like it was growing, like a train coming closer. J was having hard time so we turned it off and headed up stairs into my apartment (My dad?€™s apartment, I live there rent free so it?€™s not mine but it makes it easier to describe by simply calling it mine).
Upon stepping into my apartment I again felt as though it was the first time. Everything was familiar but my senses were buzzing with excitement at everything even though I was definitely coming down. We watched TV for a bit and J was searching about shrooms on the computer. I walked into my bathroom to take a piss and caught a look at myself in the mirror. Holy fucking shit. The craziest part of my trip. My face was warping, continuously.
Bubbling out in random places and making me look a bit demonic. I looked at myself for about 20 seconds because I feared it could make my trip go bad. I looked horrifying but I still loved how the drug made my brain perceive my face that way. It was above all very interesting.
When I came back to watch some more TV J had started to have a bad trip. He was uncomfortable and felt that he was going to be stuck feeling uncomfortable forever. I can?€™t blame him; minutes were going by literally like hours. It was a little unsettling.
We went back to my garage to smoke a cigarette and I guess the change in environment settled us both down and we felt very normal. It was almost instantaneous how we went from being fucked to being completely normal.
And that?€™s where my trip ends. I know it?€™s long but I?€™m at work and bored and figured I?€™d throw this out there for other people to dissect. Anyways, comments and criticism greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_mushrooms
substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
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it. love that new and fresh feeling you get. i like your description of the visuals as similar to the light shining from those spinning paper lamps with the slits cut 
