mofo_maximus
Bluelighter
Dec 25 2002
Players:
me (24 – pothead, pretty experienced with shrooms and xtc)
‘Jen’ (gf, 20, pothead, very experienced with most other drugs)
‘Sammy’ (buddy, 23, just a pothead, he doesn’t do drugs)
Our story begins at my gf’s place after christmas dinner. Neither of us ate a lot because we were going to trip, and keeping a full christmas dinner down seemed like bad idea. No one at the table noticed how little we actually ate.
7:30: After coffee, we go up to Jen’s room to eat appox. 1.5 grams each, mostly caps. We eat them straight, and they taste like complete ass, as per usual. When I read trip reports where people say their shrooms didn’t taste bad, I’m very surprised. I roll joints for the night while we wait.
8:15: I start to feel pretty sick, as per everytime after I munch. Jen’s thinking that her house full of family is prolly not the best place in the world to trip, so we decide to head over to Sammy’s place; he’s my most laid back friend.
8:30: We’re on the drive to Sammy’s. The roads are in shitty condition. It snowed all day, thus, we’re taking it slowly. Jen’s driving, and she’s always in control better than me. She suggests we smoke a joint to help with the nausea, but I too worried about road conditions as it is, so we wait till we get there.
8:45: We’re within a few kilometres away from Sammy’s place when I see my first visual: The time display on the dash is way brighter than usual, and its swaying left and right ever so slightly. I’m still queasy so I focus on the horizon. I see two stars, and they’re also moving with the time display. I asked Jen, “how could be stars be moving in time with the music,” and she cracks up laughing. Apparently this was the first thing I said aloud in like ten minutes. I was still amazed by the stars; I wouldn’t say they were dancing, just swaying, like a slow-motion pendulum. I also was still somewhat convinced they were in perfect time with the music we were playing, and I spent some time wondering how they can sway to every other car’s music while still keeping in time with us.
8:50: We get to Sammy’s, and we see four or so cars around his house. Oh shit, I thought, he’s got family over for Christmas, we can’t be here. I was going to call him on my cell and give him ‘talking to’ for not warning us that his whole entire family was over, but Jen reminded me that I hadn’t told him we were doing shrooms when I called earlier, so it can’t be his fault. Paranoia hits me…I’m about to have a full blown trip and no where to do it. Jen phones Sammy and tells him to come out instead of us going in, because of our state of mind. He’s cool with it, but asks us to come in to say ‘hi’. The prospect of saying hello to family members of various ages while feeling the way I do terrifies me. Jen says she’ll go in, so we don’t come off as rude. She leaves me alone. I light up a smoke. ‘California Dreamin’ by the Mommas and Papas is playing and I’m happily bobbing my head to it. The music is so happy and it puts me in a great mood. I stare at the snow covering the world. Everything looks so peaceful when covered in snow.
8:55-9:45: Jen and Sammy return to the car, and Sammy, the sober one, drives. It looks like we’re just going to cruise around all night because its Christmas and there’s nothing open. Jen, a paranormal-junkie, starts asking questions like what we fear most, aliens or ghosts. Sammy says aliens because ghosts can’t actually hurt us although there is a very good likelihood of ghosts being real, which means there is a lot more going on in the world that we can’t see. I thought this was the most profound statement ever. I was also scared out of my mind. Jen totally agreed, saying stuff like no one ever knows if they’re totally alone. How do we know things aren’t watching us while we sleep, or shower, or trip out. The conversation is utterly terrifying to me, but its so fucking interesting! I’m in the back seat, and I say sometimes when I’m driving home alone late at night I’m afraid to look into the rear-view mirror because I’m afraid something will be sitting in the back. Jen sorta freaks out after I say this, because she’s in the front and she’s afraid that the shrooms will make her see ghosts.
9:45: We make an informed, democratic decision to smoke a joint. I’m blown away that all this scary talk hasn’t made a paranoid babbling idiot. We were talking about demonic possessions at this point. After we finish the j, I could feel the weed high creeping up on me and I wondered if this is what it’s like when a demon enters your body to possess you. At this thought I felt a bit of paranoia that I might actually be getting possessed, but then I thought I wouldn’t be wondering if a demon is possessing me if it really was. Then Sammy says, ‘dude, I’m no condition to drive, I need a few minutes to chill.’ The j must have hit him hard. I think quickly, I certainly can’t drive, and we’re pretty far away from any safe house. I suggest we pull over and just chill on the side of the road, but both Sammy and Jen think that’s a bad idea: a cop could approach a car on the side of the road, and that car reeks of dope and we’re tripping out. Sammy pulls the car over anyway and switches with Jen, who while she shouldn’t be driving, she’s the best one of the three of us to get this car somewhere safe. We drive to a deserted strip mall paring lot and park. We thought it’d be a good idea to have the car off so no one would give a parked car in a parking lot a second thought, but that meant we had to sacrifice heat. Sammy reclines his seat a bit and Jen gets in the back to cuddle with me for warmth.
10:00: I have weird thoughts as the car gradually getting colder. I think the whole world is together with family and friends in warm houses with good cheer and its all non-drug related. I’m sitting in freezing car with a comatose friend and my girlfriend on the biggest day of the year. I feel guilty that I have to use drugs to have a good time even on christmas. Jen calms me down a bit by saying that we happen to like going to places the real world can’t deal with because they think decorating a tree and drinking eggnog is living (“reality is for people to can’t handle drugs”-famous quote). She tells me there’s no where she’d rather be at this point in time anyway. I feel better. I tell her this is prolly the best controlled trip I’ve ever had, I didn’t get the intense anxiety that usually stems from mushrooms (no pun intended). In fact, the pep-talk I got from Jen makes me feel I can handle anything, so I suggest I drive, and Sammy and Jen at the same time say, ‘no.’
10:15: Sammy gets into the driver’s seat because he’s feeling better. We cruise around a bit more and he calls his gf, who is at his place. She says that most of the family has left so we can go to Sammy’s place to finish off the trip.
10:40: We get to Sammy’s and I hit his beanbag chair in the basement and grab a blanket. I’ve tripped out at his place before, so I look at familiar things for visuals. But I don’t get anything, and this pisses me off a little bit. Driving around all night isn’t the bast way to hallucinate, and that’s usually my favourite part of tripping. Sammy goes through his Zeppelin mp3s and puts together a playlist of tracks that talk about Lord of the Rings (Ramble On, Battle of Evermore, Misty Mountain Hop, I can’t remember the others). I think about the books/movie while listening to the tunes and I’m blown away by how profound the lyrics are. There’s a line in Evermore that states, “the drums will shake the castle wall/the ringwraiths ride in black.” Sammy got an Escher book for Christmas and we look through that. The only exposure I’ve had of this artist was the one where a hand is reflecting a sphere, the typical print that every single university student puts on his/her wall beside Dali’s melting clocks print. In any case, I’m blown away by Escher’s work, it’s an incredible mind-fuck.
11:20: Sammy has to work in the morning, so he goes up to crash, and Jen and I leave. She drives this time. The rest of this story gets a little x-rated, so I’ll end off the night here.
This was a great trip. I loved talking about ghosts and aliens, stuff that creeps me out when I’m sober but seems to fascinate me when I’m high. My relationship with my gf is at a really good place right now, and last night brought us closer together than before. This was the second time I tripped with her, and the first time was sort of disastrous, she a lot of the night taking care of me, thereby bringing down her own trip. It was good I held my own. And ESCHER fucking rocks! Look this dude up if you’re not familiar, or save it for when’s you’re tripping.
Players:
me (24 – pothead, pretty experienced with shrooms and xtc)
‘Jen’ (gf, 20, pothead, very experienced with most other drugs)
‘Sammy’ (buddy, 23, just a pothead, he doesn’t do drugs)
Our story begins at my gf’s place after christmas dinner. Neither of us ate a lot because we were going to trip, and keeping a full christmas dinner down seemed like bad idea. No one at the table noticed how little we actually ate.
7:30: After coffee, we go up to Jen’s room to eat appox. 1.5 grams each, mostly caps. We eat them straight, and they taste like complete ass, as per usual. When I read trip reports where people say their shrooms didn’t taste bad, I’m very surprised. I roll joints for the night while we wait.
8:15: I start to feel pretty sick, as per everytime after I munch. Jen’s thinking that her house full of family is prolly not the best place in the world to trip, so we decide to head over to Sammy’s place; he’s my most laid back friend.
8:30: We’re on the drive to Sammy’s. The roads are in shitty condition. It snowed all day, thus, we’re taking it slowly. Jen’s driving, and she’s always in control better than me. She suggests we smoke a joint to help with the nausea, but I too worried about road conditions as it is, so we wait till we get there.
8:45: We’re within a few kilometres away from Sammy’s place when I see my first visual: The time display on the dash is way brighter than usual, and its swaying left and right ever so slightly. I’m still queasy so I focus on the horizon. I see two stars, and they’re also moving with the time display. I asked Jen, “how could be stars be moving in time with the music,” and she cracks up laughing. Apparently this was the first thing I said aloud in like ten minutes. I was still amazed by the stars; I wouldn’t say they were dancing, just swaying, like a slow-motion pendulum. I also was still somewhat convinced they were in perfect time with the music we were playing, and I spent some time wondering how they can sway to every other car’s music while still keeping in time with us.
8:50: We get to Sammy’s, and we see four or so cars around his house. Oh shit, I thought, he’s got family over for Christmas, we can’t be here. I was going to call him on my cell and give him ‘talking to’ for not warning us that his whole entire family was over, but Jen reminded me that I hadn’t told him we were doing shrooms when I called earlier, so it can’t be his fault. Paranoia hits me…I’m about to have a full blown trip and no where to do it. Jen phones Sammy and tells him to come out instead of us going in, because of our state of mind. He’s cool with it, but asks us to come in to say ‘hi’. The prospect of saying hello to family members of various ages while feeling the way I do terrifies me. Jen says she’ll go in, so we don’t come off as rude. She leaves me alone. I light up a smoke. ‘California Dreamin’ by the Mommas and Papas is playing and I’m happily bobbing my head to it. The music is so happy and it puts me in a great mood. I stare at the snow covering the world. Everything looks so peaceful when covered in snow.
8:55-9:45: Jen and Sammy return to the car, and Sammy, the sober one, drives. It looks like we’re just going to cruise around all night because its Christmas and there’s nothing open. Jen, a paranormal-junkie, starts asking questions like what we fear most, aliens or ghosts. Sammy says aliens because ghosts can’t actually hurt us although there is a very good likelihood of ghosts being real, which means there is a lot more going on in the world that we can’t see. I thought this was the most profound statement ever. I was also scared out of my mind. Jen totally agreed, saying stuff like no one ever knows if they’re totally alone. How do we know things aren’t watching us while we sleep, or shower, or trip out. The conversation is utterly terrifying to me, but its so fucking interesting! I’m in the back seat, and I say sometimes when I’m driving home alone late at night I’m afraid to look into the rear-view mirror because I’m afraid something will be sitting in the back. Jen sorta freaks out after I say this, because she’s in the front and she’s afraid that the shrooms will make her see ghosts.
9:45: We make an informed, democratic decision to smoke a joint. I’m blown away that all this scary talk hasn’t made a paranoid babbling idiot. We were talking about demonic possessions at this point. After we finish the j, I could feel the weed high creeping up on me and I wondered if this is what it’s like when a demon enters your body to possess you. At this thought I felt a bit of paranoia that I might actually be getting possessed, but then I thought I wouldn’t be wondering if a demon is possessing me if it really was. Then Sammy says, ‘dude, I’m no condition to drive, I need a few minutes to chill.’ The j must have hit him hard. I think quickly, I certainly can’t drive, and we’re pretty far away from any safe house. I suggest we pull over and just chill on the side of the road, but both Sammy and Jen think that’s a bad idea: a cop could approach a car on the side of the road, and that car reeks of dope and we’re tripping out. Sammy pulls the car over anyway and switches with Jen, who while she shouldn’t be driving, she’s the best one of the three of us to get this car somewhere safe. We drive to a deserted strip mall paring lot and park. We thought it’d be a good idea to have the car off so no one would give a parked car in a parking lot a second thought, but that meant we had to sacrifice heat. Sammy reclines his seat a bit and Jen gets in the back to cuddle with me for warmth.
10:00: I have weird thoughts as the car gradually getting colder. I think the whole world is together with family and friends in warm houses with good cheer and its all non-drug related. I’m sitting in freezing car with a comatose friend and my girlfriend on the biggest day of the year. I feel guilty that I have to use drugs to have a good time even on christmas. Jen calms me down a bit by saying that we happen to like going to places the real world can’t deal with because they think decorating a tree and drinking eggnog is living (“reality is for people to can’t handle drugs”-famous quote). She tells me there’s no where she’d rather be at this point in time anyway. I feel better. I tell her this is prolly the best controlled trip I’ve ever had, I didn’t get the intense anxiety that usually stems from mushrooms (no pun intended). In fact, the pep-talk I got from Jen makes me feel I can handle anything, so I suggest I drive, and Sammy and Jen at the same time say, ‘no.’
10:15: Sammy gets into the driver’s seat because he’s feeling better. We cruise around a bit more and he calls his gf, who is at his place. She says that most of the family has left so we can go to Sammy’s place to finish off the trip.
10:40: We get to Sammy’s and I hit his beanbag chair in the basement and grab a blanket. I’ve tripped out at his place before, so I look at familiar things for visuals. But I don’t get anything, and this pisses me off a little bit. Driving around all night isn’t the bast way to hallucinate, and that’s usually my favourite part of tripping. Sammy goes through his Zeppelin mp3s and puts together a playlist of tracks that talk about Lord of the Rings (Ramble On, Battle of Evermore, Misty Mountain Hop, I can’t remember the others). I think about the books/movie while listening to the tunes and I’m blown away by how profound the lyrics are. There’s a line in Evermore that states, “the drums will shake the castle wall/the ringwraiths ride in black.” Sammy got an Escher book for Christmas and we look through that. The only exposure I’ve had of this artist was the one where a hand is reflecting a sphere, the typical print that every single university student puts on his/her wall beside Dali’s melting clocks print. In any case, I’m blown away by Escher’s work, it’s an incredible mind-fuck.
11:20: Sammy has to work in the morning, so he goes up to crash, and Jen and I leave. She drives this time. The rest of this story gets a little x-rated, so I’ll end off the night here.
This was a great trip. I loved talking about ghosts and aliens, stuff that creeps me out when I’m sober but seems to fascinate me when I’m high. My relationship with my gf is at a really good place right now, and last night brought us closer together than before. This was the second time I tripped with her, and the first time was sort of disastrous, she a lot of the night taking care of me, thereby bringing down her own trip. It was good I held my own. And ESCHER fucking rocks! Look this dude up if you’re not familiar, or save it for when’s you’re tripping.
