hyperborea13
Ex-Bluelighter
Since this is a fairly long report, I seperated it into sections, so that you can skip whatever you don't feel like reading. I reccomend skimming till the time of ingestion, because alot of the stuff in the begining is just extra that I wrote down.
A little background: This trip occured eight months ago. It was one factor in me getting in a lot of trouble and switching schools to a SUNY, which was devestating for me because I'm a science nerd and really wanted to graduate from this prestigous school to get my science career in motion. Being that this experience was bordering on a 'bad trip,' and shortly afterwards a number of shitty events occured in my life, for a while I associated it with some very bad memories. However, now I am at a point where I am happy with my life and where I am headed again, and feel it is time to re-examine this experience, and see what I can learn from it. Being that I am writing for my own documentation, as well as your entertainment, this may turn out somewhat long.
Previous experience: This was my first time 'tripping' in the classical sense of the word. I had smoked weed many times for about 3 years before this trip, although I was never a pothead (as in I smoked a few times a year). However, in the two weeks of college beforehand, I kinda became a stoner, smoking about once a day. I had done DXM about 5 times beforehand, going up to 700 mg. My most intense drug experience was taking 600 mg DXM in Robotussin Cough Gels, which induced slight melting hallucinations, distortion of my senses of balence, direction, and distance, and a temperaty loss of ego. However, I still felt it was not like tripping in the classical sense of the word. I had also had 3 experiences with Xanax. In the first two I ended up taking more than I intended (about 5-6 mg each time) and passing out and losing memory for a day or two both times. Both times I acted stupid and lost the respect of people I loved. The third time I was intent on controlling the experience, and took 1 mg, and drank vodka with friends at a party. (Recently, I took 3 mg Xanax and went about my day, just to prove to myself that I could stay in control. I did, and have since stayed away from this substance) I also had experimented breifly with Morning Glory seeds and hydrocodone and oxycodone. I also drink alot, with my family. On friday nights the men in my family all sit around drinking shot after shot of tequilla, and I learned to handle my alcohol very well, so I can drink about 13 shots and still act composed.
Set and Setting: This happened at the end of my first month at college, when I was making tons of new friends and getting to know them, and getting used to the college workload and living away from home. I was feeling very confident, almost cocky, about life and myself. I felt as if nothing could touch me, that I would suceed in school and work, party all the time, not sleep at all, ect. And I was doing all that and getting away with it. However, it is likely I would not have been able to keep that up. In any case, I was feeling like I was the shiznit at the time.
The setting is around the Boston area in late October. I weather was significantly colder and windier than what I was accustomed to (NYC). However, I absolutely love fall and this contributed to me feeling good.
The day of: The day was Friday, and I had woken up early to finish a chemistry project. I went into Chem class, handed it in, and finished an experiment by noon. I went back to my dorm, took a nap, and woke up at around 3. I spent the rest of the day hanging around being useless, as I had had an extremely long and very stressful week. I had a bunch of early midterms, and was pretty much pulling all-nighters the night before each one to study the stuff I didn't know. I was pulling it off, but it was taking a toll on me. So I spent the day with friends sitting around. One of my friends, I'll call him B, was apparently inside of one of the rooms in the hall I was chilling in (my hall was right upstairs), making out with some ugly chick. One of my other friends makes a face and says, "We cant let him do this to himself!" and proceeds to open the door and throw something at them. As the day went on, I was pretty much screwing around, laughing with friends, doing stupid shit like that. At around 6:30 pm I went into another friend, C's room to chill with him. He was playing some really nice psychadelic rock using an electric guitar and what appreared to be a screwdriver. I'm not really good with music, so I'm not sure what he was doing but it sounded really weird, and as I sat there in front of him, and said hello, he was so into his music that he didn't notice me. After about 3 minutes, he looked up, and sounding suprised, exclaimed, "Holy shit! D, I didn't know you were here!" This kinda trippy experience set the tone for the night. During our conversation, my phone rang, and one of my friends said he had access to some really good, extra potent shrooms, almost cautioning me against the potency, and saying they were from Thailand and I wouldn't need much to trip. I took him up on his offer, and with C, we decided to trip on short notice. We procured the shrooms, and went to get something to eat real quick. C said he was hungry and ate a whole meal. I decided to go light and bought 5 apples and 5 grapefruit juices, having some at the time and keeping the rest for during the trip.
Ingestion and coming up: Me and C decided we'd trip together to keep the group small, and we headed back to C's room. C's roomate, B (the one making out with the fat chick :D), was out of town for the night and offered to let me use his bed as long as I washed the sheets afterwards. Inside C's room, we ate the shrooms. C was very bothered by the taste, but it wasn't so bad for me. I kept washing it down with grapefruit juice, which has a pretty strong taste. After taking the shrooms, we hung around in the room for about 15 minutes. I was getting a little twitchy just sitting there, and C, along with another kid who came in the room, wanted to set up a suroundsound music system. So I decided I'd take a walk.
Before I went upstairs though, another kid walked in, looking worried. It turns out a few of the kids upstairs had taken the same batch of shrooms, and had freaked out and the ambulence was taking 2 of them to the hospital. I decided I needed to go see for myself. At this point, I wasn't really feeling anything, maybe a very very slight stoned feeling. I went upstairs against C's advice to stay and chill and not worry myself. While the situation freaked me out a little, I was confident that I would have no problem with the shroom's effects. I proceeded to walk down the hall, popping into rooms and talking to people I knew. At about T+30 mins, I went back down into C's room and decided to chill for a while. C was playing some wicked good psy-metal type music, and I felt my first psychadelic effects, where the music felt as it it were waves encompasing my body. After a bit, I had to go pee. On the way back from peeing, I realised I was tripping hardcore when the hall I was in seemed as if were breathing and spiralling and going on forever and forever. A friend bumped into me, looked into my eyes, and exclaimed, "You, my friend, are tripping!"
Up, up, and away!: At this point, while I was in the hall, the music from C's room sounded incredible. More than anything else, I wanted to be in that room. I went in, and it was dark, and trippy as all hell. I just sat there and absorbed the music. It is difficult to describe what I felt, but the music made me feel like I was in a sacred place of worship, as if I was in the presence of God. However, one problem: I was feeling slightly nauseous. One of my friends, a Russian kid who stopped by the room, suggested I go out for a ciggarette, and bum him one in the process. I concur, and we go ouside, sit on a wall and have a smoke. I remember saying to him something like: "Hold on, I want to explain to you whats going on in my head right now. But its confusing, and I cant really explain it. I don't know where to start, because everything is in my head. You cannot explain your own head when you think about it. Its too complicated, too many thoughts."
Confused, I went back downstairs, where people kept coming into and leaving the room, and i was just sitting there looking at the ceiling, tripping hard. The plain ceiling looked like it had Christmas lights all over it, which then turned to an infinite number of stars, which then morphed into the scene of Star Trek with the stars flying past the space ship I imagined I was pilating. Everyone else in the room was talking and stuff, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I could no longer trust my ears. I kept hearing people say things, for example, I imagined C was chanting something with a British accent. To this day, I don't know if he was actually tripped out and chanting with a British accent, if it was part of the music which I thought was coming out of C's mouth, or if it was a complete auditory hallucination.
At this point, I was tripping far harder than C was, and was suffering horrible confusion. I could not understand what anyone was talking about. Someone came over and talked to me, but then gave up after getting a couple of incoherent responces. All I remember is him saying something to the effect of "You look soooooo out of it. Holy shit." This made me kinda confused. Was I supposed to be this out of it? Was it a bad thing? Was everyone looking at me? At this point, everyone decided to leave the room. I was worried about the stuff in my pocket for some reason, and didn't want it in my pocket. I wanted to store it somewhere safe. So I stashed it somewhere in my room and got ready to leave.
Outer space: One problem though: I couldn't figure out how to put on my hoodie. I stood there for what felt like an hour strugling with it, until eventially one of my friends laughed and helped me out. I guess he was expecting me to laugh as well, but I gave him a fairly scared and confused look, and I guess he realised that I was feeling a bit out of it and he helped me out. Once we left the room, my roomate came down and asked me for the keys, as he had lost his and needed to borrow mine. C, who had locked the door and walked away, was already up the stairs. Problem was, I was too confused to work this exceedingly simple situation out (ie. tell my roomate to stay there, run up and get the keys from C, open the door, get my keys, give them to my roomate with the assurence that he'd get them back to me before he went to sleep, ect.) Instead, I just stared blankly at him and kept on repeating: "hold on...," holding my hands up to express that I needed time. The conversation went something like this:
"Dave, can I get the keys"
"Why do you need them?"
"I need to get into the room"
"Why"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Are you on Oxys again?"
"No."
"Then what are you on?"
"Shrooms"
"Can you get me the keys"
(Blank stare)
Eventually, my friend who knew how fucked up I was, called C, and C, who was not nearly as fucked as I, took care of the situation. However, this left me really confused for some reason. At this point I walked over to another group of friends, who I began talking to and walking with. The other group I was with became worried about me because they knew I was fucked, and started looking for me. I kinda got caught in a loop walking back and forth between the two groups. Normally I'm not socially awkward and am, in fact a leader who would get the two groups together and hang out. But I ended up just walking outside and standing there while the people I was originally with, including C, found me. A bunch of hot girls walked by, and we started hitting on them, while I just kinda stood there awkwardly, and said that I wanted to go back to sleep in my own room. I got a couple of incredulous looks and "No way, its too early. I'm not letting you leave"'s, and then, my phone rang. It was my parents. I picked up, and my dad began talking, and I had no fucking clue what he was saying. I muttered "ok, ok, ahh" ect, and quickely ended the conversation, if you could call it that, by interupting him and quickely saying "gotta go, call me back" and hanging up. In retrospect, I don't know why I picked up the phone in the first place. At this point, I convinced C to come back into the room with me because I was feeling out of it. And here is where the trip went to hell.
Trip goes bad: At this point, I became really paranoid due to the my dad's call. I got caught in a nasty loop looking at my cell phone and trying to find the time. I kept on looking, putting my phone back into my pocket, then forgetting and taking it out of my pocket again. Every time it took some effort to take the thing out of my pocket. I ended up finally staring at it for a while to remember it, then I realized I had no idea what it meant! The blurry numbers on the cell phone meant absolutely nothing to me. Time meant nothing to me. The moment I was in was infinitely long yet infinitely short. Space and distance were hallucinations. This worried me because I had to hand in an assignment on Monday, and I had to study for a midterm on Teusday, and I had tons of stuff to do for next week, and how could I make time for all that if I couldn't even understand what time was. This worried me greatly.
At this point everyone left the room again, and I left with them. From here on my memory comes in little flashes. FLASH: I'm outside and cold smoking a cigg, and things are getting to intense for me, I just want to go to sleep and end this. FLASH: I'm falling off the bench I'm sitting on, spiralling through time, I've become lost in the gap between dimensions. FLASH: My friends are helping me down some stares, I'm stumbling, and they literally have to drag me down. There are a bunch of familiar faces around me, but I'm not sure who they are or what's going on. Flash: I think that I'm gonna be lost between these dimensions forever and my body is going to be stuck in a state of insanity forever. I'm gonna be thrown into a rubber room with a straitjacket. So this is what it feels like to go mad... FLASH: I'm practically crying, hyperventalating in a corner. I try to get up, but the Russian kid tells me he'll punch me in the face if I do. FLASH: I'm surrounded by demons, everyone's a demon. Eventually they leave me alone in the room and I fall asleep.
I wake up completely drenched in sweat, and take off my clothes. In my delerium, I'd ripped some stuff and broke some shit. I vaguely remember thinking I was god and the room was the universe, and that I was making and destroying worlds. I was God because everyone was a God, every atom a God, everything is a God and everything is a part of God. The universe is God. Everyone creates their own universe in their minds. I take of my clothes, and for some reason, piss on them. I sit naked on the bed. Someone comes in, laughes, and takes a picture. My memory goes blank again.
Comedown: I get up and stumble around. Southpark is on, and I vaguely remember it thinking it was the cartoon of God, or some shit like that. I hear a knock on the door. I put on my boxers and answer. Its the Hall security, and C is lying outside on the floor. At this point I was not tripping anymore at all, but C apparently was. I tell security I'll be right back, go jump in the shower, run into my room and get dressed, and come back down. After being interigated by the RA, who knows that C was on shrooms, I, for some stupid reason, admit that I too took shrooms earlier in the night. They cops come, shake Chris to wake him up, and he starts swatting at them, which pisses them off. They ask him what day it is, to which he replies "The Ides of March" (which it isn't). They ask him who the president is, and he deleriously replies: "Nixon." I laugh, and the cops stare me down. They ended up taking him away to the hospital. Later, I found that his trip started getting intense only after I was coming down. At this point it was T+4 mins, and I was essensially down. I went back to my room, drank a grapefruit juice or two, and ran into my roommate, who was playing guitar.
I spent the rest of the night chilling and smoking out of a hookah, and went to a party. I think I was still under the influence, because I felt incredibly euphoric, like I had been reborn. I was jumping around, being a playa, having fun. I went to sleep at 5 in the morning, passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, and woke up at 7 to get ready for 8 o'clock class.
Afterthoughts: If you read this far, I'm impressed. I think the moral of the story for me was that I severely underestimated how powerful these would be. I got my ass kicked by the mushrooms. I still can't decide if this was a 'bad trip' or not. It was crazy, but I didn't see monsters or demons or stuff like that. Meh, I'm getting tired sitting and typing, and just wanted to get this experience out, because I'm gonna trip shrooms again this weekend. This will be the first time since this experience, and I'm kinda nervous. Comments would be appreciated, if you read this far.
A little background: This trip occured eight months ago. It was one factor in me getting in a lot of trouble and switching schools to a SUNY, which was devestating for me because I'm a science nerd and really wanted to graduate from this prestigous school to get my science career in motion. Being that this experience was bordering on a 'bad trip,' and shortly afterwards a number of shitty events occured in my life, for a while I associated it with some very bad memories. However, now I am at a point where I am happy with my life and where I am headed again, and feel it is time to re-examine this experience, and see what I can learn from it. Being that I am writing for my own documentation, as well as your entertainment, this may turn out somewhat long.
Previous experience: This was my first time 'tripping' in the classical sense of the word. I had smoked weed many times for about 3 years before this trip, although I was never a pothead (as in I smoked a few times a year). However, in the two weeks of college beforehand, I kinda became a stoner, smoking about once a day. I had done DXM about 5 times beforehand, going up to 700 mg. My most intense drug experience was taking 600 mg DXM in Robotussin Cough Gels, which induced slight melting hallucinations, distortion of my senses of balence, direction, and distance, and a temperaty loss of ego. However, I still felt it was not like tripping in the classical sense of the word. I had also had 3 experiences with Xanax. In the first two I ended up taking more than I intended (about 5-6 mg each time) and passing out and losing memory for a day or two both times. Both times I acted stupid and lost the respect of people I loved. The third time I was intent on controlling the experience, and took 1 mg, and drank vodka with friends at a party. (Recently, I took 3 mg Xanax and went about my day, just to prove to myself that I could stay in control. I did, and have since stayed away from this substance) I also had experimented breifly with Morning Glory seeds and hydrocodone and oxycodone. I also drink alot, with my family. On friday nights the men in my family all sit around drinking shot after shot of tequilla, and I learned to handle my alcohol very well, so I can drink about 13 shots and still act composed.
Set and Setting: This happened at the end of my first month at college, when I was making tons of new friends and getting to know them, and getting used to the college workload and living away from home. I was feeling very confident, almost cocky, about life and myself. I felt as if nothing could touch me, that I would suceed in school and work, party all the time, not sleep at all, ect. And I was doing all that and getting away with it. However, it is likely I would not have been able to keep that up. In any case, I was feeling like I was the shiznit at the time.
The setting is around the Boston area in late October. I weather was significantly colder and windier than what I was accustomed to (NYC). However, I absolutely love fall and this contributed to me feeling good.
The day of: The day was Friday, and I had woken up early to finish a chemistry project. I went into Chem class, handed it in, and finished an experiment by noon. I went back to my dorm, took a nap, and woke up at around 3. I spent the rest of the day hanging around being useless, as I had had an extremely long and very stressful week. I had a bunch of early midterms, and was pretty much pulling all-nighters the night before each one to study the stuff I didn't know. I was pulling it off, but it was taking a toll on me. So I spent the day with friends sitting around. One of my friends, I'll call him B, was apparently inside of one of the rooms in the hall I was chilling in (my hall was right upstairs), making out with some ugly chick. One of my other friends makes a face and says, "We cant let him do this to himself!" and proceeds to open the door and throw something at them. As the day went on, I was pretty much screwing around, laughing with friends, doing stupid shit like that. At around 6:30 pm I went into another friend, C's room to chill with him. He was playing some really nice psychadelic rock using an electric guitar and what appreared to be a screwdriver. I'm not really good with music, so I'm not sure what he was doing but it sounded really weird, and as I sat there in front of him, and said hello, he was so into his music that he didn't notice me. After about 3 minutes, he looked up, and sounding suprised, exclaimed, "Holy shit! D, I didn't know you were here!" This kinda trippy experience set the tone for the night. During our conversation, my phone rang, and one of my friends said he had access to some really good, extra potent shrooms, almost cautioning me against the potency, and saying they were from Thailand and I wouldn't need much to trip. I took him up on his offer, and with C, we decided to trip on short notice. We procured the shrooms, and went to get something to eat real quick. C said he was hungry and ate a whole meal. I decided to go light and bought 5 apples and 5 grapefruit juices, having some at the time and keeping the rest for during the trip.
Ingestion and coming up: Me and C decided we'd trip together to keep the group small, and we headed back to C's room. C's roomate, B (the one making out with the fat chick :D), was out of town for the night and offered to let me use his bed as long as I washed the sheets afterwards. Inside C's room, we ate the shrooms. C was very bothered by the taste, but it wasn't so bad for me. I kept washing it down with grapefruit juice, which has a pretty strong taste. After taking the shrooms, we hung around in the room for about 15 minutes. I was getting a little twitchy just sitting there, and C, along with another kid who came in the room, wanted to set up a suroundsound music system. So I decided I'd take a walk.
Before I went upstairs though, another kid walked in, looking worried. It turns out a few of the kids upstairs had taken the same batch of shrooms, and had freaked out and the ambulence was taking 2 of them to the hospital. I decided I needed to go see for myself. At this point, I wasn't really feeling anything, maybe a very very slight stoned feeling. I went upstairs against C's advice to stay and chill and not worry myself. While the situation freaked me out a little, I was confident that I would have no problem with the shroom's effects. I proceeded to walk down the hall, popping into rooms and talking to people I knew. At about T+30 mins, I went back down into C's room and decided to chill for a while. C was playing some wicked good psy-metal type music, and I felt my first psychadelic effects, where the music felt as it it were waves encompasing my body. After a bit, I had to go pee. On the way back from peeing, I realised I was tripping hardcore when the hall I was in seemed as if were breathing and spiralling and going on forever and forever. A friend bumped into me, looked into my eyes, and exclaimed, "You, my friend, are tripping!"
Up, up, and away!: At this point, while I was in the hall, the music from C's room sounded incredible. More than anything else, I wanted to be in that room. I went in, and it was dark, and trippy as all hell. I just sat there and absorbed the music. It is difficult to describe what I felt, but the music made me feel like I was in a sacred place of worship, as if I was in the presence of God. However, one problem: I was feeling slightly nauseous. One of my friends, a Russian kid who stopped by the room, suggested I go out for a ciggarette, and bum him one in the process. I concur, and we go ouside, sit on a wall and have a smoke. I remember saying to him something like: "Hold on, I want to explain to you whats going on in my head right now. But its confusing, and I cant really explain it. I don't know where to start, because everything is in my head. You cannot explain your own head when you think about it. Its too complicated, too many thoughts."
Confused, I went back downstairs, where people kept coming into and leaving the room, and i was just sitting there looking at the ceiling, tripping hard. The plain ceiling looked like it had Christmas lights all over it, which then turned to an infinite number of stars, which then morphed into the scene of Star Trek with the stars flying past the space ship I imagined I was pilating. Everyone else in the room was talking and stuff, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I could no longer trust my ears. I kept hearing people say things, for example, I imagined C was chanting something with a British accent. To this day, I don't know if he was actually tripped out and chanting with a British accent, if it was part of the music which I thought was coming out of C's mouth, or if it was a complete auditory hallucination.
At this point, I was tripping far harder than C was, and was suffering horrible confusion. I could not understand what anyone was talking about. Someone came over and talked to me, but then gave up after getting a couple of incoherent responces. All I remember is him saying something to the effect of "You look soooooo out of it. Holy shit." This made me kinda confused. Was I supposed to be this out of it? Was it a bad thing? Was everyone looking at me? At this point, everyone decided to leave the room. I was worried about the stuff in my pocket for some reason, and didn't want it in my pocket. I wanted to store it somewhere safe. So I stashed it somewhere in my room and got ready to leave.
Outer space: One problem though: I couldn't figure out how to put on my hoodie. I stood there for what felt like an hour strugling with it, until eventially one of my friends laughed and helped me out. I guess he was expecting me to laugh as well, but I gave him a fairly scared and confused look, and I guess he realised that I was feeling a bit out of it and he helped me out. Once we left the room, my roomate came down and asked me for the keys, as he had lost his and needed to borrow mine. C, who had locked the door and walked away, was already up the stairs. Problem was, I was too confused to work this exceedingly simple situation out (ie. tell my roomate to stay there, run up and get the keys from C, open the door, get my keys, give them to my roomate with the assurence that he'd get them back to me before he went to sleep, ect.) Instead, I just stared blankly at him and kept on repeating: "hold on...," holding my hands up to express that I needed time. The conversation went something like this:
"Dave, can I get the keys"
"Why do you need them?"
"I need to get into the room"
"Why"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Are you on Oxys again?"
"No."
"Then what are you on?"
"Shrooms"
"Can you get me the keys"
(Blank stare)
Eventually, my friend who knew how fucked up I was, called C, and C, who was not nearly as fucked as I, took care of the situation. However, this left me really confused for some reason. At this point I walked over to another group of friends, who I began talking to and walking with. The other group I was with became worried about me because they knew I was fucked, and started looking for me. I kinda got caught in a loop walking back and forth between the two groups. Normally I'm not socially awkward and am, in fact a leader who would get the two groups together and hang out. But I ended up just walking outside and standing there while the people I was originally with, including C, found me. A bunch of hot girls walked by, and we started hitting on them, while I just kinda stood there awkwardly, and said that I wanted to go back to sleep in my own room. I got a couple of incredulous looks and "No way, its too early. I'm not letting you leave"'s, and then, my phone rang. It was my parents. I picked up, and my dad began talking, and I had no fucking clue what he was saying. I muttered "ok, ok, ahh" ect, and quickely ended the conversation, if you could call it that, by interupting him and quickely saying "gotta go, call me back" and hanging up. In retrospect, I don't know why I picked up the phone in the first place. At this point, I convinced C to come back into the room with me because I was feeling out of it. And here is where the trip went to hell.
Trip goes bad: At this point, I became really paranoid due to the my dad's call. I got caught in a nasty loop looking at my cell phone and trying to find the time. I kept on looking, putting my phone back into my pocket, then forgetting and taking it out of my pocket again. Every time it took some effort to take the thing out of my pocket. I ended up finally staring at it for a while to remember it, then I realized I had no idea what it meant! The blurry numbers on the cell phone meant absolutely nothing to me. Time meant nothing to me. The moment I was in was infinitely long yet infinitely short. Space and distance were hallucinations. This worried me because I had to hand in an assignment on Monday, and I had to study for a midterm on Teusday, and I had tons of stuff to do for next week, and how could I make time for all that if I couldn't even understand what time was. This worried me greatly.
At this point everyone left the room again, and I left with them. From here on my memory comes in little flashes. FLASH: I'm outside and cold smoking a cigg, and things are getting to intense for me, I just want to go to sleep and end this. FLASH: I'm falling off the bench I'm sitting on, spiralling through time, I've become lost in the gap between dimensions. FLASH: My friends are helping me down some stares, I'm stumbling, and they literally have to drag me down. There are a bunch of familiar faces around me, but I'm not sure who they are or what's going on. Flash: I think that I'm gonna be lost between these dimensions forever and my body is going to be stuck in a state of insanity forever. I'm gonna be thrown into a rubber room with a straitjacket. So this is what it feels like to go mad... FLASH: I'm practically crying, hyperventalating in a corner. I try to get up, but the Russian kid tells me he'll punch me in the face if I do. FLASH: I'm surrounded by demons, everyone's a demon. Eventually they leave me alone in the room and I fall asleep.
I wake up completely drenched in sweat, and take off my clothes. In my delerium, I'd ripped some stuff and broke some shit. I vaguely remember thinking I was god and the room was the universe, and that I was making and destroying worlds. I was God because everyone was a God, every atom a God, everything is a God and everything is a part of God. The universe is God. Everyone creates their own universe in their minds. I take of my clothes, and for some reason, piss on them. I sit naked on the bed. Someone comes in, laughes, and takes a picture. My memory goes blank again.
Comedown: I get up and stumble around. Southpark is on, and I vaguely remember it thinking it was the cartoon of God, or some shit like that. I hear a knock on the door. I put on my boxers and answer. Its the Hall security, and C is lying outside on the floor. At this point I was not tripping anymore at all, but C apparently was. I tell security I'll be right back, go jump in the shower, run into my room and get dressed, and come back down. After being interigated by the RA, who knows that C was on shrooms, I, for some stupid reason, admit that I too took shrooms earlier in the night. They cops come, shake Chris to wake him up, and he starts swatting at them, which pisses them off. They ask him what day it is, to which he replies "The Ides of March" (which it isn't). They ask him who the president is, and he deleriously replies: "Nixon." I laugh, and the cops stare me down. They ended up taking him away to the hospital. Later, I found that his trip started getting intense only after I was coming down. At this point it was T+4 mins, and I was essensially down. I went back to my room, drank a grapefruit juice or two, and ran into my roommate, who was playing guitar.
I spent the rest of the night chilling and smoking out of a hookah, and went to a party. I think I was still under the influence, because I felt incredibly euphoric, like I had been reborn. I was jumping around, being a playa, having fun. I went to sleep at 5 in the morning, passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, and woke up at 7 to get ready for 8 o'clock class.
Afterthoughts: If you read this far, I'm impressed. I think the moral of the story for me was that I severely underestimated how powerful these would be. I got my ass kicked by the mushrooms. I still can't decide if this was a 'bad trip' or not. It was crazy, but I didn't see monsters or demons or stuff like that. Meh, I'm getting tired sitting and typing, and just wanted to get this experience out, because I'm gonna trip shrooms again this weekend. This will be the first time since this experience, and I'm kinda nervous. Comments would be appreciated, if you read this far.
