kurthectic
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 1, 2002
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Shrooms
Oral
1/8 ounce
Mindset: I might have been coming down with a bit of a cold but I was excited and feeling good
Setting: A friend from a while ago's house with some people I don't know all that well but feel very comfortable with (all male, nice guys)
Previous Experience: none at all
Sorry if this is too long.
I’d pretty much done no drugs before this point. So this was an exciting experience. The people that had invited me to try with them new my interest in trying a psychedelic and thus they offered me the chance. They had each (about 5 of them) tried shrooms once or twice apiece before.
My first mistake was trusting their “experience.” They had a bit of experience but it was with shrooms of a much lower quality, which explains why I decided to take an entire 1/8 my first time. (big mistake)
I downed it in 3 gulps, trying different ways to swallow it without tasting the horrible taste of the mushrooms. (In retrospect numbing my mouth with ice, chucking the minced shrooms in my mouth and then chugging cranberry juice was the best way to do it). This was about 10:00 AM. The times are just guesses, the whole experience just feels like a dream to me, so time barely exists. Also, my memories are VERY vague in some places. I pretty much am working backwards from glimpses of memories and feelings and thoughts.
11:00 AM: We start “seeing” things. It starts weakly, with me noticing how beautiful the rainbow-like colors around a white light my friend has in his basement were. Then my friends claimed the floor was wavy, but i didn’t see it. What I did notice was I felt a kind of “push” on my body towards one corner of the room and away from the crowd. Eventually that push goes away and I watch TV from a very comfortable couch. My friends all see visuals, but I have yet to notice any huge difference. I notice that each channel on the TV has a different temperature and some channels keep me really entertained.
11:30 AM: I can’t get the smile off of my face. Its plastered on there and everything is hilarious. African drumming on TV is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen and hilarious. The TV is very “wavy” like it looks like above a barbecue. According to shroomery I’m up to a level 2 or 3, and I ain’t seen nothing yet!
12:00 PM: Everyone has moved upstairs and outside to his enclosed deck/patio and the lawn chairs and to watch TV. I feel very relaxed. Eventually the sound of the TV becomes over-bearing as the strength of the trip increases. Time is messed up and so are my thoughts and the world is purple to match the music. I’m solidly on level 3, I believe. My hand is a lot of fun to play with and chew on, and spit feels beautiful to me.
12:30 PM or so: Oh my god. The music is totally overwhelming and eventually I fade away somewhat in and out of consciousness. I enjoy drooling and sucking on my fingers a lot. I look at everyone around me like a drooling idiot and they seem to enjoy it. Then it gets bad. I can’t communicate with others! They yell me name, shake me a little bit and all I can do is stare at them and drool. Everything is dreamlike.
1:00 AM or so: Everyone is talking about me (in retrospect not totally in reality) and saying how I “took too many shrooms.” People are yelling at me and cursing me out and throwing me around and laughing at me. “You wanna do shrooms again, punk?” and stuff like that. One kid breaths cigarrette smoke into my face and I can actually taste it (despite the fact that it didn’t occur except in my very vivid dreams!) Its really scary.
Later: Then reality pretty much ends. It just stops. I start “tumbling” through hallucnations/dreams. Its like my thoughts are the branches of a huge tree and I am falling, trying to grip onto a solid “branch” of reality but I can’t except for quick moments. I spend what feels like 5 minutes trying to read my watch. Then another 5 trying to remember what “time” is and what the significance is of the time that (I later remmebered) my ride was going to pick me up. I forgot what roads were, and the idea of cars was like mind-boggling. I’m still tumbling, at some points realizing that reality has died and that I wished I knew how to kill myself and stop my mind because without reality there was no point in living.My surroundings are like totally gone.
I’m not sure what level a trip this is, but its pretty high, I think.
Later (around 4, I think): I’m standing looking out over my friends deck. I’m remembering how I “dreamt” of taking shrooms. I don’t realize at this point that it actually happened. I remember more and more and realize how realistic this “dream” was. I then realize that I must actually have done it and then I’m curious as to the final result. Then reality comes back to me and I realize that I have no ride home, my friend is not home anymore and I am alone in his house with a ring of drool around the neck of my shirt and a large wet spot where I pissed my pants. I “snap” back into reality and I prepare to go home. The end.
Oral
1/8 ounce
Mindset: I might have been coming down with a bit of a cold but I was excited and feeling good
Setting: A friend from a while ago's house with some people I don't know all that well but feel very comfortable with (all male, nice guys)
Previous Experience: none at all
Sorry if this is too long.
I’d pretty much done no drugs before this point. So this was an exciting experience. The people that had invited me to try with them new my interest in trying a psychedelic and thus they offered me the chance. They had each (about 5 of them) tried shrooms once or twice apiece before.
My first mistake was trusting their “experience.” They had a bit of experience but it was with shrooms of a much lower quality, which explains why I decided to take an entire 1/8 my first time. (big mistake)
I downed it in 3 gulps, trying different ways to swallow it without tasting the horrible taste of the mushrooms. (In retrospect numbing my mouth with ice, chucking the minced shrooms in my mouth and then chugging cranberry juice was the best way to do it). This was about 10:00 AM. The times are just guesses, the whole experience just feels like a dream to me, so time barely exists. Also, my memories are VERY vague in some places. I pretty much am working backwards from glimpses of memories and feelings and thoughts.
11:00 AM: We start “seeing” things. It starts weakly, with me noticing how beautiful the rainbow-like colors around a white light my friend has in his basement were. Then my friends claimed the floor was wavy, but i didn’t see it. What I did notice was I felt a kind of “push” on my body towards one corner of the room and away from the crowd. Eventually that push goes away and I watch TV from a very comfortable couch. My friends all see visuals, but I have yet to notice any huge difference. I notice that each channel on the TV has a different temperature and some channels keep me really entertained.
11:30 AM: I can’t get the smile off of my face. Its plastered on there and everything is hilarious. African drumming on TV is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen and hilarious. The TV is very “wavy” like it looks like above a barbecue. According to shroomery I’m up to a level 2 or 3, and I ain’t seen nothing yet!
12:00 PM: Everyone has moved upstairs and outside to his enclosed deck/patio and the lawn chairs and to watch TV. I feel very relaxed. Eventually the sound of the TV becomes over-bearing as the strength of the trip increases. Time is messed up and so are my thoughts and the world is purple to match the music. I’m solidly on level 3, I believe. My hand is a lot of fun to play with and chew on, and spit feels beautiful to me.
12:30 PM or so: Oh my god. The music is totally overwhelming and eventually I fade away somewhat in and out of consciousness. I enjoy drooling and sucking on my fingers a lot. I look at everyone around me like a drooling idiot and they seem to enjoy it. Then it gets bad. I can’t communicate with others! They yell me name, shake me a little bit and all I can do is stare at them and drool. Everything is dreamlike.
1:00 AM or so: Everyone is talking about me (in retrospect not totally in reality) and saying how I “took too many shrooms.” People are yelling at me and cursing me out and throwing me around and laughing at me. “You wanna do shrooms again, punk?” and stuff like that. One kid breaths cigarrette smoke into my face and I can actually taste it (despite the fact that it didn’t occur except in my very vivid dreams!) Its really scary.
Later: Then reality pretty much ends. It just stops. I start “tumbling” through hallucnations/dreams. Its like my thoughts are the branches of a huge tree and I am falling, trying to grip onto a solid “branch” of reality but I can’t except for quick moments. I spend what feels like 5 minutes trying to read my watch. Then another 5 trying to remember what “time” is and what the significance is of the time that (I later remmebered) my ride was going to pick me up. I forgot what roads were, and the idea of cars was like mind-boggling. I’m still tumbling, at some points realizing that reality has died and that I wished I knew how to kill myself and stop my mind because without reality there was no point in living.My surroundings are like totally gone.
I’m not sure what level a trip this is, but its pretty high, I think.
Later (around 4, I think): I’m standing looking out over my friends deck. I’m remembering how I “dreamt” of taking shrooms. I don’t realize at this point that it actually happened. I remember more and more and realize how realistic this “dream” was. I then realize that I must actually have done it and then I’m curious as to the final result. Then reality comes back to me and I realize that I have no ride home, my friend is not home anymore and I am alone in his house with a ring of drool around the neck of my shirt and a large wet spot where I pissed my pants. I “snap” back into reality and I prepare to go home. The end.
