line6ampman
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This report is based on a dream I had in May. Everything is fictional and never really happened...it's only a dream. I'll reference to my accomplice as "M".
M picks me up on Thursday, ready to go camping for the weekend. We leave my house and begin our journey down the highway. We stopped near a local park to smoke up and eat some shrooms (amazonian cubensis). He broke a 2.8g cap in half and we each at this along with 1 hash oil pyramid (1/4g of hash oil in each chocolate). I sprinkled the bowl with some "goo" (potent hash) to give it a kick.
We got in the car and started down the highway. I kicked back the bucket seat and listened to the music. I could feel the mushrooms kicking in and I could feel a rushing sensation up the back of my neck and in my brain. Something told me this wouldn't be just "another" trip. I sat up and looked out the window and noticed that they were kicking in very hard now. I look in the side mirror and there's a cop. Oh shit, time to get some gas! I went inside to pay and felt very "out-of-place"...kind of like everyone was staring at me and I just didn't belong. Thank god that only lasted about 30 seconds.
We continue going down the road...about 1 and a 1/2 hours left to drive now. By this time, I'm getting very uncomfortable. I was being driven insane mentally by having to be in a car...I was getting very chlostrophobic (sp?). I couldn't believe M was driving on these...and he always trips harder than I do. He put on Black Sabbath...the self titled album. I heard the thunder roar and gripped my seatbelt. I looked at him and said "Hey man, I hope we make it there alive." He started laughing and kept driving down the road. I watched out the window as the rain poured, the window wipers were on, and all I could feel was the mental chaos, mind confusion, and Ozzy singing "My name is Lucifer, please take my hand".
A few stops later we finally made it to the destination. I was curled up with my chin on my chest with thoughts of pessimism in my mind. We stopped the car and I got out to stretch...I felt great. I still had anxious-like thoughts running through my head, but for the most part they subdued since I got to move from the car seat.
M wanted to show me around, so I was pretty stoked to move onward and check out this new ground, tripping hard. Nothing else happened, besides smoking up and then catching a couple hours of sleep.
Friday morning comes...it's a beautiful day with fresh air blowing in the breeze. M woke me up and wants to smoke...in the morning? I'm not a wake-and-bake person, so I stalled about 5 minutes, then proceeded to begin smoking for the day.
Snow White was the #1 girl for me all weekend. I love how she smoked...nice and smooth with a good buzz. We got aquainted quite well. We hear about some LSD in circulation...my jaw dropped. I hadn't seen LSD since about 1998. I was stoked, so of course I had to hunt it down. I was having trouble finding it and M already found some. He helped me out and gave me a hit, so we each dropped one and we got righteously stoned waiting for the trip to hit.
A couple hours later I finally ran across it. Alex Grey Buddah blotters is what they were (I believe I read somewhere online they're estimated to be between 100-150ug each)...and they were good, indeed. I took 1 more dose and continued onto the night. I was slightly feeling the first one, but this topped the cake. We were watching the band play when mine started kicking in. With this second one, I was feeling pretty good. I said what the hell and took two more. I figured it had been this long, I wanna trip good.
I was feeling good (no anxiety, mental chaos), felt a great sense of clarity, I felt compassion for every living thing possible, and everything was vibrating. I got this "vibe-vision" that no matter what, it vibrated and lasted for about 8-9 hours. We talked about all kinds of philosophical ideas and just laughed and joked the whole time...I had such a sense of clarity. I felt like I posessed the key to bear happiness forever. Everytime I closed my eyes, I'd see very abstract patterns and sharp geometrics flying through my eyelids. There were colors everywhere, and I saw aura's around every living thing there was. I got in the car, physically drained from the day, pulled a tye-dye blanket over my head and continued to trip and pass out.
Saturday morning is here and I still feel like I'm tripping...it was a beautiful afterglow. We ended up hooking up with one of our neighbors and got to try some MDA. We each had an unknown amount, and so the ride began. This was both our first times using. I felt confused, body tingling (almost like electricity running through my veins), very social, but at the same time, I felt as if I couldn't think. I felt like I couldn't think and I would repeat stuff here and there. It was during the daytime, so I think that could've effected it...not to mention the LSD and shrooms (tolerance buildup?) the past 2 days before.
We continued through the day and I ate a mushroom chocolate with 2.5g in it...I felt more sober. I know I was tripping, but it felt like the more I took and smoked, the more sober I felt. I was definitely tripping, but I think I may have gotten so used to it, it seemed normal at the time.
The whole day was pretty much done from there on...all the excitement of the chemicals had ended, so I watched some of the band play and then went to sleep. I was feeling exhausted.
Well, that's my report...it was fun...definitely an experience worth fulfilling.
M picks me up on Thursday, ready to go camping for the weekend. We leave my house and begin our journey down the highway. We stopped near a local park to smoke up and eat some shrooms (amazonian cubensis). He broke a 2.8g cap in half and we each at this along with 1 hash oil pyramid (1/4g of hash oil in each chocolate). I sprinkled the bowl with some "goo" (potent hash) to give it a kick.
We got in the car and started down the highway. I kicked back the bucket seat and listened to the music. I could feel the mushrooms kicking in and I could feel a rushing sensation up the back of my neck and in my brain. Something told me this wouldn't be just "another" trip. I sat up and looked out the window and noticed that they were kicking in very hard now. I look in the side mirror and there's a cop. Oh shit, time to get some gas! I went inside to pay and felt very "out-of-place"...kind of like everyone was staring at me and I just didn't belong. Thank god that only lasted about 30 seconds.
We continue going down the road...about 1 and a 1/2 hours left to drive now. By this time, I'm getting very uncomfortable. I was being driven insane mentally by having to be in a car...I was getting very chlostrophobic (sp?). I couldn't believe M was driving on these...and he always trips harder than I do. He put on Black Sabbath...the self titled album. I heard the thunder roar and gripped my seatbelt. I looked at him and said "Hey man, I hope we make it there alive." He started laughing and kept driving down the road. I watched out the window as the rain poured, the window wipers were on, and all I could feel was the mental chaos, mind confusion, and Ozzy singing "My name is Lucifer, please take my hand".
A few stops later we finally made it to the destination. I was curled up with my chin on my chest with thoughts of pessimism in my mind. We stopped the car and I got out to stretch...I felt great. I still had anxious-like thoughts running through my head, but for the most part they subdued since I got to move from the car seat.
M wanted to show me around, so I was pretty stoked to move onward and check out this new ground, tripping hard. Nothing else happened, besides smoking up and then catching a couple hours of sleep.
Friday morning comes...it's a beautiful day with fresh air blowing in the breeze. M woke me up and wants to smoke...in the morning? I'm not a wake-and-bake person, so I stalled about 5 minutes, then proceeded to begin smoking for the day.
Snow White was the #1 girl for me all weekend. I love how she smoked...nice and smooth with a good buzz. We got aquainted quite well. We hear about some LSD in circulation...my jaw dropped. I hadn't seen LSD since about 1998. I was stoked, so of course I had to hunt it down. I was having trouble finding it and M already found some. He helped me out and gave me a hit, so we each dropped one and we got righteously stoned waiting for the trip to hit.
A couple hours later I finally ran across it. Alex Grey Buddah blotters is what they were (I believe I read somewhere online they're estimated to be between 100-150ug each)...and they were good, indeed. I took 1 more dose and continued onto the night. I was slightly feeling the first one, but this topped the cake. We were watching the band play when mine started kicking in. With this second one, I was feeling pretty good. I said what the hell and took two more. I figured it had been this long, I wanna trip good.
I was feeling good (no anxiety, mental chaos), felt a great sense of clarity, I felt compassion for every living thing possible, and everything was vibrating. I got this "vibe-vision" that no matter what, it vibrated and lasted for about 8-9 hours. We talked about all kinds of philosophical ideas and just laughed and joked the whole time...I had such a sense of clarity. I felt like I posessed the key to bear happiness forever. Everytime I closed my eyes, I'd see very abstract patterns and sharp geometrics flying through my eyelids. There were colors everywhere, and I saw aura's around every living thing there was. I got in the car, physically drained from the day, pulled a tye-dye blanket over my head and continued to trip and pass out.
Saturday morning is here and I still feel like I'm tripping...it was a beautiful afterglow. We ended up hooking up with one of our neighbors and got to try some MDA. We each had an unknown amount, and so the ride began. This was both our first times using. I felt confused, body tingling (almost like electricity running through my veins), very social, but at the same time, I felt as if I couldn't think. I felt like I couldn't think and I would repeat stuff here and there. It was during the daytime, so I think that could've effected it...not to mention the LSD and shrooms (tolerance buildup?) the past 2 days before.
We continued through the day and I ate a mushroom chocolate with 2.5g in it...I felt more sober. I know I was tripping, but it felt like the more I took and smoked, the more sober I felt. I was definitely tripping, but I think I may have gotten so used to it, it seemed normal at the time.
The whole day was pretty much done from there on...all the excitement of the chemicals had ended, so I watched some of the band play and then went to sleep. I was feeling exhausted.
Well, that's my report...it was fun...definitely an experience worth fulfilling.
