DancinXTCangel
Bluelighter
Last night was my first trip ever. Some friends and I had been wanting to get shrooms for a while but had been unable to find any. Then last night, my friends Chris and Vicki came home from college. When I was hanging out with them, my friend Andrea called my cell phone and told me she'd bought a quarter of what were supposed to be really good shrooms and said she'd be over in a little while. I was excited to finally have the opportunity to trip, but I was also a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect and was worried that I might react badly to it. All three of my friends have previous experience with shrooms though, and they said I'd be fine.
Andrea showed up and we ended up going back to her house. We split the shrooms up 4 ways (half an eighth each) and ate them around 11 pm. At that point I was still pretty nervous, but as time went by I relaxed and got into a better mood. Around 11:40 a friend of ours stopped by to sell us some weed. I didn't have any visuals yet, but for some reason I felt really giggly. There were some St. Patrick's Day decorations on the kitchen door, and one of them was a big paper leprachaun on a bicycle. For some reason I thought it was funny and would crack up every time I looked at it. My body was also starting to tingle a little bit, and my friends said my pupils were dilated.
A little before 12, we went down to the basement to take some bong rips. I took a couple then got up to put a cd on. I first realized I was starting to trip when I was kneeling down to put the cd on. There was a little red light on the stereo, and there were beams of light coming off of it in weird shapes. I looked next to me at a big clear plastic box, and there was a string of big Christmas lights. There were 2 bulbs in front of my face, and one was growing and one was shrinking. I started laughing again and felt excited that my visuals had begun.
We smoked another bowl and sat around talking for a while. All of us were starting to feel really fucked up. I was getting some crazy closed eye visuals. Every time I closed my eyes I'd see a kaleidoscope of green and purple swirling light. Sometimes I'd randomly see a glowing, neon Spongebob Squarepants, which I thought was hilarious. I was just sitting there laughing my ass off, and I was too fucked up to care how stupid I must have looked.
What seemed like hours later, Andrea's older sister got home from work and came downstairs. This girl doesn't drink or do drugs, so I felt a little weird, like I had an obligation to act sober even though I felt crazy. She sat down there talking to us for a few minutes, and we turned on Saturday Night live. I looked at the clock and it was only 12:30...the seconds were like minutes, the minutes were like hours. I focused my attention on the tv. A skit was on with two families fighting over a ham in a supermarket, and it was so ridiculously overexaggerated that I started cracking up again. The actors looked like cartoon characters, their faces just seemed really weird to me. Then a random guy came on the screen and started singing about giving up the ham they were fighting over, and I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. Then the cartoon about the ex-presidents came on, which kept me giggling uncontrollable. After that they did a parody of an A&E Biography, and the characters on the screen just seemed so over the top and ridiculous that Vicki and I couldn't watch it anymore. I could barely comprehend what I was watching, but the weird visual stimuli on the screen was just so funny to me, and after a while I couldn't handle how weird it was anymore. By that time it was after 1, and Andrea's sister finally went upstairs. I'm sure she knew we were fucked up, but it wasn't a big deal.
We smoked more of the weed, then Andrea and Vicki went upstairs to make popcorn. Chris and I stayed downstairs, listening to music and talking. My thoughts were so scattered, my mind was running a mile a minute, and I couldn't pay attention to anything for long periods of time. The room was dark, only lit up by a blacklight and a bunch of candles, and everything looked really sharp and colorful. There were long streams of light coming out of each flame, and I felt like I was molded to the couch with the blanket stuck around me. I started listening to Chris talk, and he told me about how he had to do a paper on communication and how people act toward one another. It was a simple story but we kept going off on weird tangents, rambling on about things loosely related to the original topic. Then he would go back to what he was saying and it seemed weird to me how everything we said related back to one topic. I think the best way to describe my trip would be to say that everything we said and everything going on around me seemed so weird and foreign, like I was seeing things in a different perspective. It made sense, but my mind was just somewhere else. Most of this was amusing to me, I kept laughing and exclaiming "everything's so ridiculous!"
Vicki and Andrea came downstairs with the popcorn, and I couldn't eat more than a little bit but it tasted really good. Vicki started talking about how at that moment, we were all legally insane, and we wondered if that was true or if it was the other way around, that we might be sane in that state when everyone else was insane. I kept thinking that we were making no sense and that if I were to videotape us and watch it the next day I'd think it was nuts. Everything was so unreal.
We wanted to smoke some more, but Andrea couldn't remember what she'd done with the weed before she went upstairs. We looked for it forever, tearing the room apart and freaking out wondering where it was. We finally found it in her cd case and laughed at ourselves for being so retarded about the situation. We were going to pack my little bowl, and then I couldn't find that. I'd taken it out of my purse before but didn't know where I'd put it. Another frantic search, and I found it back in my purse. That made the whole thing even funnier. We turned out the light and smoked a few more bowls. I was lying on the couch, smoking cigarettes and listening to the music that was on, just taking in my surroundings. I was still seeing visuals, not so much when I stared at things as when I looked around and saw things out of the corners of my eyes. My mind was still racing, but I was getting tired. I pretty much spent the rest of the night in that state until I fell asleep at 4:30.
Today I'm a little tired and fuzzy in the head, but I'm glad I finally got to have that experience. It was different from what I expected but it was definitely fun. I'm looking forward to my next experience, which will probably be in a few weeks. I feel much more at ease with tripping now that I know I can handle it and have a good time.
[ 09 March 2003: Message edited by: DancinXTCangel ]
Andrea showed up and we ended up going back to her house. We split the shrooms up 4 ways (half an eighth each) and ate them around 11 pm. At that point I was still pretty nervous, but as time went by I relaxed and got into a better mood. Around 11:40 a friend of ours stopped by to sell us some weed. I didn't have any visuals yet, but for some reason I felt really giggly. There were some St. Patrick's Day decorations on the kitchen door, and one of them was a big paper leprachaun on a bicycle. For some reason I thought it was funny and would crack up every time I looked at it. My body was also starting to tingle a little bit, and my friends said my pupils were dilated.
A little before 12, we went down to the basement to take some bong rips. I took a couple then got up to put a cd on. I first realized I was starting to trip when I was kneeling down to put the cd on. There was a little red light on the stereo, and there were beams of light coming off of it in weird shapes. I looked next to me at a big clear plastic box, and there was a string of big Christmas lights. There were 2 bulbs in front of my face, and one was growing and one was shrinking. I started laughing again and felt excited that my visuals had begun.
We smoked another bowl and sat around talking for a while. All of us were starting to feel really fucked up. I was getting some crazy closed eye visuals. Every time I closed my eyes I'd see a kaleidoscope of green and purple swirling light. Sometimes I'd randomly see a glowing, neon Spongebob Squarepants, which I thought was hilarious. I was just sitting there laughing my ass off, and I was too fucked up to care how stupid I must have looked.
What seemed like hours later, Andrea's older sister got home from work and came downstairs. This girl doesn't drink or do drugs, so I felt a little weird, like I had an obligation to act sober even though I felt crazy. She sat down there talking to us for a few minutes, and we turned on Saturday Night live. I looked at the clock and it was only 12:30...the seconds were like minutes, the minutes were like hours. I focused my attention on the tv. A skit was on with two families fighting over a ham in a supermarket, and it was so ridiculously overexaggerated that I started cracking up again. The actors looked like cartoon characters, their faces just seemed really weird to me. Then a random guy came on the screen and started singing about giving up the ham they were fighting over, and I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. Then the cartoon about the ex-presidents came on, which kept me giggling uncontrollable. After that they did a parody of an A&E Biography, and the characters on the screen just seemed so over the top and ridiculous that Vicki and I couldn't watch it anymore. I could barely comprehend what I was watching, but the weird visual stimuli on the screen was just so funny to me, and after a while I couldn't handle how weird it was anymore. By that time it was after 1, and Andrea's sister finally went upstairs. I'm sure she knew we were fucked up, but it wasn't a big deal.
We smoked more of the weed, then Andrea and Vicki went upstairs to make popcorn. Chris and I stayed downstairs, listening to music and talking. My thoughts were so scattered, my mind was running a mile a minute, and I couldn't pay attention to anything for long periods of time. The room was dark, only lit up by a blacklight and a bunch of candles, and everything looked really sharp and colorful. There were long streams of light coming out of each flame, and I felt like I was molded to the couch with the blanket stuck around me. I started listening to Chris talk, and he told me about how he had to do a paper on communication and how people act toward one another. It was a simple story but we kept going off on weird tangents, rambling on about things loosely related to the original topic. Then he would go back to what he was saying and it seemed weird to me how everything we said related back to one topic. I think the best way to describe my trip would be to say that everything we said and everything going on around me seemed so weird and foreign, like I was seeing things in a different perspective. It made sense, but my mind was just somewhere else. Most of this was amusing to me, I kept laughing and exclaiming "everything's so ridiculous!"
Vicki and Andrea came downstairs with the popcorn, and I couldn't eat more than a little bit but it tasted really good. Vicki started talking about how at that moment, we were all legally insane, and we wondered if that was true or if it was the other way around, that we might be sane in that state when everyone else was insane. I kept thinking that we were making no sense and that if I were to videotape us and watch it the next day I'd think it was nuts. Everything was so unreal.
We wanted to smoke some more, but Andrea couldn't remember what she'd done with the weed before she went upstairs. We looked for it forever, tearing the room apart and freaking out wondering where it was. We finally found it in her cd case and laughed at ourselves for being so retarded about the situation. We were going to pack my little bowl, and then I couldn't find that. I'd taken it out of my purse before but didn't know where I'd put it. Another frantic search, and I found it back in my purse. That made the whole thing even funnier. We turned out the light and smoked a few more bowls. I was lying on the couch, smoking cigarettes and listening to the music that was on, just taking in my surroundings. I was still seeing visuals, not so much when I stared at things as when I looked around and saw things out of the corners of my eyes. My mind was still racing, but I was getting tired. I pretty much spent the rest of the night in that state until I fell asleep at 4:30.
Today I'm a little tired and fuzzy in the head, but I'm glad I finally got to have that experience. It was different from what I expected but it was definitely fun. I'm looking forward to my next experience, which will probably be in a few weeks. I feel much more at ease with tripping now that I know I can handle it and have a good time.
[ 09 March 2003: Message edited by: DancinXTCangel ]
