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Tripping Balls ver. Gotta keep it cool.

yawning man

yawning man

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Hey gang

I'd love to hear some stories of when you have been high on psychedelics and walked into or been in a situation that required you to be straight as fuck.

I'll start.

Ages ago myself and another friend went out and picked some mushrooms and spent the day tripping at another friends. Before I left my house that morning my dad asked me if I could drive him out to a party later that night. Somehow in my head I did a quick calculation 'I'll be sober by then', "Yeah no worries Dad".
Pretty much after the peak of the trip my dad called and asked if i could come get him to take him to the party. Fuuuu. Completely forgot.
Drove home and waited a bit while he was getting ready. Freaked out one of my younger brother mates when I realised I was trying to figure out if I knew him and trying to look through the warping.

Dad was ready and we hopped in the car. Thankfully my dad and I are both pretty quite so I didn't have to worry much about convo, but fuck if my eyes didn't leave the road once. Coming up to the corner as they all looked the same I was going pretty fast so my dad had to tell me to slow down. The drive home was the best part of the trip I swear. Somehow I managed to drive my dad, high as a kite without giving away too much.

I know my story will be pretty tame compared to some others on here.

cheers
 
2nd time doing 2ce snorted 10 mg and realized i had no cigs so i hopped in my car and proceeded to drive to the gas station. As i'm driving there the road lines start curving like a fucking cartoon going in the wrong way and i almost followed it but everythign was glowing and moving finally made it to the gas station and drove back laughing the whole way made it safely tho :D
 
ate a good dose a mushrooms a few months ago.
me and tripmate walked into a patch of woods to come up. 30 min after dosing i get a call from an underage friend asking if i can buy cigs for him. i reluctantly agree. he comes picks me up and takes me to the gas station.
at this point my eyes are completely bugged out and im sweating buckets. i walk in with a handful of change that i drop onto the counter and muster up the words 'marlboro milds please'. after getting the cigs i look at the chick behind the counter and say thanks. the look on her face was one of dread, like she was legit afraid. i walk back out and into the car. we start to pump gas and a cop pulls in. at this point im chill though and we get home and everything ended up ok and my trip was decent.
 
i was tripping hard on aMT all afternoon (started at 3pm) and night 100+mgs, and i was still fucked in the morning and i had to meet a friend in the city centre...that bus journey killed me, i was so paranoid it was unbelievable, i had the biggest saucer eyes i have ever seen and i thought everyone could see them. walking around town was just as bad, but after a while i got used to it and began to enjoy it. so i get home at 4pm (approx 20 hours of the most intense high and trip of my life) after very nearly sleeping the whole bus trip home and then having to sit down with my mum and talk for a few mins, still with saucer eyes, stimulated and mildy hallucinating still.....man what a day
 
Several years ago:
While peaking on 24mg 2C-E taken orally, I received a text from a friend telling me to meet her a two-minute walk from my place. I remembered that I told her earlier I would hang out. I decide to leave, and think it would be prudent to have a pair of sunglasses with me, as I am always anxious about my pupil size. I see her in the lobby of a building, standing around with a group of friends. I put my sunglasses on, and walk up. It would be worth it to mention that it's 8pm...and I'm wearing sunglasses. I walk up behind her, thinking she hasn't seen me. She turns around and asks me what I'm doing.
"I was trying to surprise you."
"We all saw you walking toward us."
I've already made an excellent impression on everyone at this point.
They decide to go to dinner at the dining hall, and I panic, asking "What?" and telling them I'm not hungry, that I have to go to a friend's place soon, that I don't have a meal plan. One of them offers to sign me in, but I refuse, stating that I will wait in the lounge area right outside. There are several seats and computers. I log onto one and alternate between playing chess and staring at the screen for some indeterminate amount of time. Eventually, they come back out, holding cookies and coffee, and decide to sit all around me to keep my company. I'm intently focusing on the screen in some stupid attempt to keep my pupils unseen. They ask how long my chess game will take. This prompts me to immediately shut down the computer, say "I'm done," push in my chair, and proceed to lie down on the floor, propped up against a heater. (Why? I...I don't even know why.)
We leave, and start walking to a store about 0.75 miles away. I walk on the outside of the group, listening in on the conversations and occasionally speaking a sentence or two. I struggle not to comment on all the weird city things I notice, or ask odd questions, and spend the majority of the walk watching the sidewalk tear itself apart. We arrive at the store, and as soon as we walk in, I know I can't be here. It's too bright and too crowded, and my pupils are dimes. I tell them I need to go, I am meeting a friend in fifteen minutes. They protest, but, with regret, I abscond.
I stroll back down the street, and accidentally end up shadowing a couple. The man sees me matching their speed, and pulls his partner aside. I realize what I've been doing and quickly push past them.
Now, I was telling the truth when I said I was meeting a friend. He was having a party that night, and invited me. I walk into a subway station, and take the subway to his apartment. The ride was weird -- I just focused on the floor the whole time while everyone acted weird. The noise and shaking of the subway was not as interesting as I thought it would be. I get off and walk to my friend's apartment.
He opens the door, and knows I'm on 2C-E. We go inside, and I find (perhaps to my benefit) that no one else has arrived yet. We talk a bit, and he asks if I would like to watch a movie. He starts listing films, and as soon as he says "Indian Terminator," I know what we're watching. He pulls out the DVD case for this movie (real name: "Endhiran") and let me tell you: this fucking movie. This fucking movie, and its fucking case. Every fucking thing about it. He told me it was a real big deal in India. Apparently, the star is like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of Bollywood. But let me tell you: the case of the DVD has, on the front cover, the following words: "A Prestigious Home DVD." I wish I could describe more, but the rest of the case is really something you must see -- preferably on psychedelics.
He starts the movie, and his roommate joins us on the couch. Less than one minute in, I yell out that its as though they put every sci-fi trope in a blender. About ten minutes in, I just can't understand how the movie is to be taken seriously. I experience a severe case of tripper anxiety, where I am almost convinced that my friend is just fucking with me -- that this is actually a satirical comedy. I cannot fathom how anyone could take this movie as anything but a high-budget, hilariously incomprehensible comedy. Hell, watch it sober!
About two-thirds into the movie (keep in mind its running length is a whopping 155 minutes), these three girls come over...accompanied by two of the sketchiest Russian guys I have ever met. When asked where they were from, their responses were, in no particular order:
"Around here...no, we're not from around here."
"New Hampshire, man. 'Live free or die hard', right? We came down from New Hampshire."
"We from Russia."
I sat in the corner and tried to focus on the movie and not about how I was genuinely concerned for my safety. The Russians occasionally talk to me, but I don't understand half of what they say, and just nod and zone out, staring at the carpet or TV. About half an hour later, my friend set up a table, and the Russians started playing beer pong. I decided to join them, and proceeded to play the best games of beer pong in my life. I was landing every other shot. After many games, as I was starting to come down, another friend arrived with his (maybe future) girlfriend in tow. The first thing he said was, "Hey guys. [my name], what are you up to? Your pupils are huge!"
And thus ends the trip.
 
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In college I ate a quarter of shrooms and was hanging out on my porch and saw my sister coming down the street. She was working as a PO at the time so she wasn't stupid when it came to noticing shit. I had completely forgotten that we were supposed to go out to dinner that night. I told her my stomach hurt (it did) and I didn't feel hungry (also true). We ended up going for coffee and it was one of those coffee shops with tons of weird shit stuck all over the walls and I had to suck it up and keep from freaking out the whole time I was there.

Somehow, I pulled it off and she doesn't know to this day...
 
The last time I ate mushrooms, me and 2 other friends ate an undetermined amount. It was probably around an eighth each but we were just munching from the bag. After eating them we decided to walk make the long walk to the club thinking we should be peaking right around when we get there. I was there on a lower dose of mushrooms the previous weekend and it turned out to be a lot of fun. Well about 3/4 of the way there I realized I was way too high to be around a couple hundred drunk ass people. My friends thought the same thing but they were absolutely insistent on going in to get a drink of water. Reluctantly I agreed and we walked in. It was sensory overload immediately and I wanted to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. I stuck right behind my friends totally lost in the sheer amount of hallucination I was experiencing. I noticed that any two people standing side by side, as soon as one person walked away their body stayed attached to the other person and stretched out and snapped. Like when cells divide. A mutual friend of our came up behind my one friend, drunk as fuck and put his arms around him and picked him up screaming (just happy to see him). My friend absolutely freaked the fuck out, screamed and made a huge scene. I knew it was time to leave but my other friend was nowhere to be found. It was a fucking zoo in there, I noticed how grossly animalistic EVERYONE was acting and it kind of sickened me. After searching frantically and hopelessly for my other friend in a sea of bodies and heads all kind of melding together we went back outside to find that he never went in to begin with. We left and enjoyed the rest of our trip anywhere else but there.

They never even got their water...
 
I was driving to a friends house after two good ass rolls. It was a 20 minute drive to downtown about a mile from a university and a police station. I was doing ok until I was half way there. I had some OC in my pocket. The road moved and bended. It looked smaller and then got bigger. I had to focus like hell to get there. When I got to my friends I road out the trip a bit there.
 
Ive never had to really act sober many times, but i remember doing a mushroom trip a few years ago that involved me tripping pretty hard at an unknown dosage, and being home thinking no parents are going to be there for atleast another 8hours or so. Well my mum came home and like, i had completely changed the lounge and fucking... made a mess hard. So she opens the door and me and my friend are just sitting next to the heater roasting up. We quickly as possible exit and just say without looking at her that im going outside. It was soooo awkward and horrible. I love her and i dont even think she would care at all, i just for some reason felt like i had to leave frantically cause she came home.

Ive dealt with being in public environments before, malls and shit. I handle mushrooms really well, even on my first trip. I rekon i could do almost anything on mushrooms... driving maybe not just because i wouldnt wanna kill some innocent mofo cause i decided to trip drive.
 
One night high on E or mdxx me and a friend were on push bikes riding around the area at night and a cop car pulled up and the officer asked us what we were doing, my mate said we had a few drinks and were riding around this side of the train tracks because we felt safer....they saw we were harmless and drove away...me and my friend proceeded to pedal back to his place and converge with our other mates and proceeded to have some cones and laugh about what just happened!
 
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