Liquid Sunshine
Bluelighter
[Forgive any inarticulateness, I am very drunk and also rather high]
I'd taken a two months break from tripping; I like to keep some time between my experiences to keep the feeling meaningful and special, and I like to have particularly intense adventures. This time, two friends and I obtained 3 eights of p. cubensis, very beautiful specimen, just the right size, before the caps furl out. I almost didn't want to eat them.
Almost.
So we ate them in the park (irresponsibly) with a lot of candy and drinks out. We each ate out mushrooms gradually, with orange-carrot sobes. Tasted liked old sweaty socks and beans. Blech.
Of the three of us, none had eaten all day. Within 15 minutes, less than 1mm of my iris' were showing and I was feeling very tingly and light and weird. We were giggling and as we neared this wooded area of the park at dusk, the mushrooms really set in completely.
I sat down on a picnic bench in the area, and I felt as if I were sinking into the wood rather far. I looked up into the trees and they appeared to be dancing, their branches creating intricate patterns and spirals in the blue dusk sky. All three of us were smiling, and managing fairly decent conversation about music, life, and all that. We were walking through the park, smiling and laughing and enjoying the fountains and the water and the clouds, and all the sudden we found ourselves at my brothers new house, a party house with about ten drunk/stoned residents.
My brothers friend Coulton tumbles out of the front door as we walk up. I ask him what happens and he says "Carlton just beat me up and kicked me out", slurring and smiling.
"Why" I ask, concerned.
"Because it was funny". He shrugs.
We walk into the house and some fairly silly conversation ensues and my trip begins to escalate. My brother, Bennie, and Matt and I are sitting together talking, and the conversation turns to DMT extraction. I try to give advice as best as I can but I cannot even begin to express myself. Words come tumbling out even as I spiral further into my fry.
At some point, we end up in the basement, and my brother brings out his six foot bong. We smoke out of it, though I have trouble. I feel each hit like electricity in my lungs, rushing through my body. Things begin to get confusing.
At this point time shatters.
Matt tells me he has to go home and he walks out the door. I turn around, and I see him coming down the stairs. Bennie walks in from the living room, and says in Matts voice "Where is Bennie? Did he go home with Matt?" All the sudden I'm in the living room sitting in front of at TV, X-Box360 playing Coheed and Cambria (my brothers favorite ;P) acoustic song sounding utterly crisp and pure as I sit and listen.
I peak.
I decide to walk home, and make it to the park. Everything is shifting and sliding, colors are bleeding in and out. This is one of the few time in ~20 trips in the last year that I have had visuals, and these were intense. I felt my sense of reality slipping, and all the sudden, I feel like I'm on the brink of a new reality. I suddenly feel certain that I've been forever altered, and a new awareness of this single entity surrounded by void, a being that was 'dreaming' reality and had fractured its consciousness into many facets in a pointless exercise.
As I walk home I find myself talking to Cecelia. I am for some reason trying to convince her that she is in love with me (and we were in a sense romantically involved, in the past) and she is very confused. I suddenly feel as if we are just two pieces of 'one' and so I hang up, shaken.
She calls back a few times, and tries to keep me stable. I am rather jovial, despite being shocked and barely able to speak. I make it home successfully, and as I get to my yard, I take my shirt and shoes off and lay in the grass, peaceful and content. I think of life plans, and the will and dedication required to succeed. I think about the weird consciousness idea I had earlier. I discard it through long introspection, and descend slowly into reality. I (very slowly) managed to get into my room. I made my bed and talked to Cecelia for three hours, apologized, and we talked about the future. I drift into sleep.
3.5 cubensis, marijuana
ingested around 7pm
I'd taken a two months break from tripping; I like to keep some time between my experiences to keep the feeling meaningful and special, and I like to have particularly intense adventures. This time, two friends and I obtained 3 eights of p. cubensis, very beautiful specimen, just the right size, before the caps furl out. I almost didn't want to eat them.
Almost.
So we ate them in the park (irresponsibly) with a lot of candy and drinks out. We each ate out mushrooms gradually, with orange-carrot sobes. Tasted liked old sweaty socks and beans. Blech.
Of the three of us, none had eaten all day. Within 15 minutes, less than 1mm of my iris' were showing and I was feeling very tingly and light and weird. We were giggling and as we neared this wooded area of the park at dusk, the mushrooms really set in completely.
I sat down on a picnic bench in the area, and I felt as if I were sinking into the wood rather far. I looked up into the trees and they appeared to be dancing, their branches creating intricate patterns and spirals in the blue dusk sky. All three of us were smiling, and managing fairly decent conversation about music, life, and all that. We were walking through the park, smiling and laughing and enjoying the fountains and the water and the clouds, and all the sudden we found ourselves at my brothers new house, a party house with about ten drunk/stoned residents.
My brothers friend Coulton tumbles out of the front door as we walk up. I ask him what happens and he says "Carlton just beat me up and kicked me out", slurring and smiling.
"Why" I ask, concerned.
"Because it was funny". He shrugs.
We walk into the house and some fairly silly conversation ensues and my trip begins to escalate. My brother, Bennie, and Matt and I are sitting together talking, and the conversation turns to DMT extraction. I try to give advice as best as I can but I cannot even begin to express myself. Words come tumbling out even as I spiral further into my fry.
At some point, we end up in the basement, and my brother brings out his six foot bong. We smoke out of it, though I have trouble. I feel each hit like electricity in my lungs, rushing through my body. Things begin to get confusing.
At this point time shatters.
Matt tells me he has to go home and he walks out the door. I turn around, and I see him coming down the stairs. Bennie walks in from the living room, and says in Matts voice "Where is Bennie? Did he go home with Matt?" All the sudden I'm in the living room sitting in front of at TV, X-Box360 playing Coheed and Cambria (my brothers favorite ;P) acoustic song sounding utterly crisp and pure as I sit and listen.
I peak.
I decide to walk home, and make it to the park. Everything is shifting and sliding, colors are bleeding in and out. This is one of the few time in ~20 trips in the last year that I have had visuals, and these were intense. I felt my sense of reality slipping, and all the sudden, I feel like I'm on the brink of a new reality. I suddenly feel certain that I've been forever altered, and a new awareness of this single entity surrounded by void, a being that was 'dreaming' reality and had fractured its consciousness into many facets in a pointless exercise.
As I walk home I find myself talking to Cecelia. I am for some reason trying to convince her that she is in love with me (and we were in a sense romantically involved, in the past) and she is very confused. I suddenly feel as if we are just two pieces of 'one' and so I hang up, shaken.
She calls back a few times, and tries to keep me stable. I am rather jovial, despite being shocked and barely able to speak. I make it home successfully, and as I get to my yard, I take my shirt and shoes off and lay in the grass, peaceful and content. I think of life plans, and the will and dedication required to succeed. I think about the weird consciousness idea I had earlier. I discard it through long introspection, and descend slowly into reality. I (very slowly) managed to get into my room. I made my bed and talked to Cecelia for three hours, apologized, and we talked about the future. I drift into sleep.
3.5 cubensis, marijuana
ingested around 7pm
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