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Old 01-23-2010, 01:15 PM
Craziest shit you ever saw on hallucinogens!

I was gonna just say Ellis D, but since there are just so many of these wonderful little psychedelics, I opened up to all hallucinogens!

The craziest shit I ever saw was on some incredible acid that came straight from Auburn, Alabama. It was myself and about 5 others just losing our fucking faces on this shit. We were outside, it was night time, and we were watching the low-lying clouds quickly pass overhead. Suddenly one of my friends comes outside with his laptop computer on some crazy visualization and shoves it into my other friend's face. That friend yelled something to the effect of "We're all MacBooks!" and ran inside to promptly call his mother. The guy who ran out with the laptop actually tried to fight me later because I was whispering something to another person and he thought I was trying to set him up with the cops or something. So, I guess, in all, the craziest shit I ever saw on LSD was the collapse of the sanity of all my friends around me. Not that I didn't lose my own face, because I fucking did.
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Old 01-23-2010, 04:01 PM
I once sat on a grassy knoll with two friends. We looked at the clouds as the wind was moving them pretty fast. The clouds kept changing shapes. And then I paid attention to one cloud that was isolated from the others. The wind blew through it and it began to be shaped into a baby's face. I could see the mouth, the eyes, nose, the shape of the head. Then that dissipated in the wind and turned into the face of an old man with a beard. After that, the clouds turned into what looked like a staircase leading up higher into the sky.

It blew my mind at the time as I was pretty high. I'm still not 100% if my friends saw that as well but they both claimed they did so it's possible the clouds may have actually just done that and my vivid imagination just intensified the images. But I still think that it was very cool to have seen that.

Another time, at a friend's house... a group of us were walking around after having took some very strong shrooms and we walked to the side of his house where it was pitch black and there was a large hedge. All I could see was the shape of the hedge and partial bits of light dancing off the leaves but then I saw it as a wall of bodies like that wall in Pacino's office in the Devil's Advocate. It was very intense... It looked like it was moving and I could see the shapes of the bodies. Of course, when I reached my hand out to the hedge, I just felt the leaves.

I do remember one time where it seemed like my vision and hearing were amplified on shrooms. I remember laying on the ground and hearing a loud WHOOSHING sound. It bugged the hell out of me and when I sat up, I saw a butterfly flying over me. It was very big and was colored blue. The size of it was very big for one so I know it was the mushrooms fucking my perception. I realized the wings flapping was the sound I heard laying down. And then it left.
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Old 01-25-2010, 02:17 AM
I'm afraid this thread might turn into a place for people to exaggerate their drug claims, and give a false idea of what tripping is actually about. I'm not by any means suggesting the two previous posters did that, on the contrary in fact, i'm merely stating that let's use integrity when reporthing these experiences, peeps. Last thing I want to read in here is something like, "DUDE, I totally took some mushrooms and my friend turned into Homer Simpson!!1!"'

To get to the point though, Mushrooms have provided me with my most intense "visuals (a much better word then hallucinations)" I vividly remember one night on an 1/8th of psilocybin cubensis, I was looking at a bookshelf, and as I stared at the words on the sides of the books, the letters were shifiting around, rearranging themselves into a scrambled incomprehensible mess.

One of the stranger things I've experienced also happened on an 1/8th of cubes. I was sitting at the table with my friend having a discussion, about 3-4 hours after dosing. As I was speaking to him, I was shocked to suddenly notice that he had two mouths, one on top of each other. And as I blinked the second mouth was gone, but instead he now had four eyes instead of two. I equate it to a more profound version of double-vision, that seems much more real when you are tripping, then say compared to when you are drunk.
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Old 01-25-2010, 06:17 AM
little blue men doing construction work on my girlfriends arm
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Old 01-25-2010, 11:54 AM
Of all the shit I've ever taken, salvia probably put me in the most uncomfortable state I've been in. I could literally see/feel the energy that was flowing between these two doors in this room. I found myself in the horrible position of being right in between these two doors, so I was really interrupting the flow of energy. I felt like I was being pulled to both doors by some crazy, itching force. Also, all the furniture in my friend's room began to shift around and started spelling the word "STOP". Aaahh... Crazy, uncomfortable shit. This was my last experience with salvia before it was illegalized here in my state.
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Old 01-25-2010, 12:10 PM
The craziest shit I've seen has all been closed-eye hallucinations where if I go into a meditative state on entheogens, I can have extremely vivid and awe-inspiring journeys through never-ending, constantly transforming light filled "pathways" that put 2001 and The Fountain to shame. They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

In terms of open eye stuff, I've had a lot of mild hallucinations in which things take on intriguing forms, or depth perception becomes awesome, and I can make out things that aren't there but they're mostly patterns or creative misperceptions of things that are actually there. On the highest dose I've taken (6 hits of acid with 2 of molly) I've still never had the stereotype vision of things that just weren't there (like "oh man, I saw a bear on a unicycle who told me to find God.")

Cloud watching is definitely near the top of the list for trip activities and I can seemingly spend hours doing it. Flora usually looks pretty sweet too. The words and symbols moving around that smok3h mentioned, especially on interesting labels, posters, and graphic design, is pretty cool too. The packaging of Guinness 4-packs consistently looks like galloping horses to me and I usually pick one up when I'm planning a trip.

For crazy shit you should see on hallucinogens, I recommend Speed Racer on as big a screen as you can find. It's freeform color porn eye candy of the highest order that's pretty mesmerizing and about every half-second has you thinking "Wait, whaaaaa-?"

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Old 01-25-2010, 12:29 PM
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On the highest dose I've taken (6 hits of acid with 2 of molly) I've still never had the stereotype vision of things that just weren't there (like "oh man, I saw a bear on a unicycle who told me to find God.")
Hollywood and the media's version of what drug experiences are like has always been cliched. There's still people out there who think marijuana makes you hallucinate like that.

One of the most craziest experiences I've ever had at a theater was when I saw War of the Worlds on acid. One of the most craziest experiences on acid ever was when I went bunjie-jumping on that shit. Talk about exhilirating.
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Old 01-25-2010, 12:47 PM
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There's still people out there who think marijuana makes you hallucinate like that.
Yeah, his name is Michael Bay.

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One of the most craziest experiences on acid ever was when I went bunjie-jumping on that shit. Talk about exhilirating.
Win.
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Old 01-25-2010, 01:11 PM
How I would love to come across some DMT. I've never been able to try it, and don't think my life would be complete unless I'd be able to.

Also, driving down the interstate going 80 MPH while chiefing a blunt of salvia is really intense.



J/K I would never do that shit. Hell I don't even think I'd try salvia again.
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Old 01-25-2010, 02:54 PM
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Also, driving down the interstate going 80 MPH while chiefing a blunt of salvia is really intense.



J/K I would never do that shit. Hell I don't even think I'd try salvia again.
Oh man, i didn't see your j/k at first, and I was ready to start ripping you a new one. Sad thing is, is that there are people dumb enough to do shit like that.
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Old 01-25-2010, 03:55 PM
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The craziest shit I've seen has all been closed-eye hallucinations where if I go into a meditative state on entheogens, I can have extremely vivid and awe-inspiring journeys through never-ending, constantly transforming light filled "pathways" that put 2001 and The Fountain to shame. They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I remember seeing this. They're like light patterns but very colorful. I remember seeing them make all the intricate patterns they would make. It was pretty great stuff to see because a lot of them would be geometrically perfect and it would make me wonder how the hell my mind would be able to think of making perfectly formed shapes and lines intersecting and creating these dancing patterns.

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In terms of open eye stuff, I've had a lot of mild hallucinations in which things take on intriguing forms, or depth perception becomes awesome, and I can make out things that aren't there but they're mostly patterns or creative misperceptions of things that are actually there. On the highest dose I've taken (6 hits of acid with 2 of molly) I've still never had the stereotype vision of things that just weren't there (like "oh man, I saw a bear on a unicycle who told me to find God.")
I think you could push the visuals more if you want to. I remember my first shroom trip I didn't see anything too crazy but every time after that I would actually want to see something so my trips would become more visual. It also helped that I knew somebody who always had really strong shrooms and acid. But I do think the visual element of a trip not only depends on the strength of the drug but also your mind because I've seen some more vivid things on shrooms than on acid at times.

Like when I saw the hedge resemble a wall of bodies, I wanted to see that. I thought about it and I sort of tricked my mind into imagining it and the shrooms were able to help produce the imagery.

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Cloud watching is definitely near the top of the list for trip activities and I can seemingly spend hours doing it. Flora usually looks pretty sweet too. The words and symbols moving around that smok3h mentioned, especially on interesting labels, posters, and graphic design, is pretty cool too. The packaging of Guinness 4-packs consistently looks like galloping horses to me and I usually pick one up when I'm planning a trip.
Yeah, cloud watching can be pretty amazing.

I love looking at ordinary objects and find something amazing about them on shrooms or acid. One of the funniest moments I had while tripping was over a book. We were at my friend's house and he shouted, "Man, you should check out this book! It's amazing!" And he brought it over to us and put it on the floor in front of us. It was about the history of mankind. And then he grabs the first page and then yanks it out and starts dragging the page across the room and it looked like the page was being yanked out from the floor as if it was an endless page. Of course, a moment later we realized it was simply a book that was a bunch of pages connected together to form a timeline on one page but for a moment, it literally looked like the page was just being yanked out of the floor. For one moment, it was the most amazing book. Everybody was in awe of it for that precise moment. I think back to that fondly because I imagine the situation would have been much more mundane had he shown us the book while being sober.
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Old 01-25-2010, 08:00 PM

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For crazy shit you should see on hallucinogens, I recommend Speed Racer on as big a screen as you can find. It's freeform color porn eye candy of the highest order that's pretty mesmerizing and about every half-second has you thinking "Wait, whaaaaa-?"
haha I made a thread regarding this last year. Glad I'm not the only one that thought Speed Racer was utterly insane while trippin.

http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthre...ht=Speed+Racer

I have never met someone that has had an enjoyable time while on salvia. I've seen this chick piss herself while on salvia and she and some of my other friends say you basically "see what Hell is actually like" yeah I think I'll pass on that.

When dropping acid or taking shrooms, I highly (no pun intended) recommend exploring the outdoors. You really appreciate the beauty of mother nature and simple things like plants and trees look amazing (and good call on watching clouds too!)
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Old 01-26-2010, 10:25 AM
salvia comes in different levels, your friends probably went all out on their first time. i did the 5x and 10x and i had no problems. the 10x is intense but it never lasts too long so there's no reason to freak out or anything.
my friends have done 20x, personally i ain't going there but they didn't have any problems.
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Old 01-26-2010, 04:15 PM
Yeah, I've only done salvia a couple times but both experiences were pretty positive. The first time was at a buddy's party, and there were a bunch of us hitting it out of a hookah. My buddy tripped pretty hard, and kept rubbing his face, saying it felt like melting. I thought I was in a 3D movie for abut 10 minutes, and then snapped out of it.

Most of my experiences with other hallucinogens have just been really great spiritual/"everything makes sense" trips mixed with some trippy perception visuals, etc. The best way I can describe it sometimes is "Real Life...but in HD". One time, however, I did see something pretty crazy. I took a mix of MDMA and shrooms at my buddy's place. He has this '50 Facts of Chuck Norris' poster, and when I hit the peak, I glanced over and stared at the poster for a few minutes. The reason for this? The Chuck Norris face on the poster was morphing into different facial expressions non-stop.

Also, like echo_brave said, exploring the outdoors is awesome. One of the best trips involved exploring the forest. I was wandering through town looking for some friends, and suddenly felt compelled to go a certain forest I used to play in when I was younger. It was 11 at night, and I wandered through an entire forest alone for a good hour until I bumped into a friend, who was on a large amount of shrooms, and also randomly exploring the forest. Needless to say, we were both pretty stoked.
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Old 01-26-2010, 07:31 PM
For a slightly negative experience, I've been to a dirty bathroom on shrooms at a college party in Greenville, NC and literally felt like I was on the set of a Saw movie.
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Old 01-26-2010, 08:25 PM
Id be afraid to watch Dr Parnassius while tripping balls that would be super scary.
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Old 01-26-2010, 10:15 PM
Whatever you do, don't watch Fantasia while on shrooms. It feels hours long and you lose your grip from sanity more and more with each passing minute.

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Old 03-21-2010, 03:37 AM
Thirdly support watching Speed Racer - did it on an 1/8th of shrooms and it was absolutely fantastic. However, I had absolutely no grasp of the plot or characters...which was actually more confusing and awesome!

As for the quality of my visuals...I've honestly never had anything totally mind-blowing. The experience is a lot more about my mind to be honest and I've had trains of thought and introspective journeys in there equivalent to seeing myself driving along rainbow road as petey pihranna. I've tripped on acid, shrooms, and salvia a total of somewhere around 20 times or so, and I've found that the visuals for the first two have actually gradually decreased the more I do them (with exceptions). Some strong visuals I can recall of the top of my head have been: my door shrinking to the ground the first time I did acid, so it looked like I was trapped (I was somehow relaxed during this); rainbows/patterns in the clouds and sky; my face turning into my friend's face when I looked in the mirror; and some interesting optical illusions while trying to fall asleep in the dark on the comedown.

Salvia on the other hand - I've had increasingly intense experiences and visuals each of the 4 or 5 times I've done it. As long as you're in a good environment I think it can be really rewarding and probably on the level of acid and shrooms, except for the fact that it doesn't last very long which sort of takes away from the experience. Some of my friends have seen themselves traveling through space and running through the sahara desert while underwater and things like that, so honestly from what I've heard salvia is the strongest of those 3 hallucinogens in terms of visuals at least. And yet it remains legal while weed is not...
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Old 03-21-2010, 10:28 AM
I can't give an accurate gauge on how many hits I've taken at once, because of the tolerance thing from day to day - So, for instance, taking 20 hits after doing it every other day for a week would in reality be like taking 2 hits. I mean, theoretically, right... For a long time I would do it daily - every other day, while at the same time getting sheets for $80. Somewhere I lost track of the numbers, but the learned behaviors will last a life time.

If I was going to put down a greatest hits collection, some of the most far-fetched things never coincided with taking a large amount, but was usually a combination of other factors. Inexperience with the effects of drugs and my own mental state, for instance.

The first time I tried acid, I was a senior in high school. It was the first drug I had tried, with the exception of having done whip-its out of a canister one time. We went to a nightclub called DNA. I was hitting it off with this gal named Nancy who thought it was simply adorable that it was my first time tripping. Well, while she was talking to me, she swallowed her own head. It didn't bother me or anything, just seemed kind of funny. I told her about it and she laughed and made a comment about herself talking too much.

She left to go to the restroom and I got impatient and started walking around. When I went back to the spot where Nancy and I were talking, she was gone, and "never" came back. Clearly I had offended her with the swallowing her own head comment. Clearly, right! I started looking for her, and found myself spending a really long time trying to figure out this message that was being written on the wall with lasers... It was trying to tell me somthing about Nancy - I was sure it was how she was going to help me make things right, if not continue helping me on my trip, but it wouldn't just finish. N... A.... then it would stop.... And seconds later... N... A... Over and over, over and over... Finally, Nancy appeared next to me, and mentioned how awesome it must be to stare at the lasers. I divert my eyes from this message that returned Nancy to me, and to the left see a giant laser created D that was showing up before the N... A... The lasers were spelling out "DNA".

Sometimes the crazy shit isn't really a hallucination. It really is crazy. Like the time I'm walking down the street with my friends and two guys, interlocked in death grabs, come flying out of a pane glass window, just feet in front of us and continued fighting. We all step around and keep walking. Maybe 2 blocks later, we start talking about it. Then in the same place (Ybor), during this giant festival, we watch a guy shimmy a light post. The police yell for him to get down. Everyone is screaming for him to jump down and they will catch him. Well, for some reason the guy jumps feet first. Everyone disperses before the guy lands flat on his feet from a 3 story fall. Talk about a giant collective mood killer.

For me, I think visuals sort of blend in together. Although I've never heard it referred to as a hallucinogen, Ketamine resulted in one crazy hallucination. I thought I was a soldier wounded in WW1 and all my friends were part of my brigade and they were watching me die. This started off as a thought that manifested into a tunnel vision where my friends were all in military or army nurse uniforms, depending on their sex, although my one friend who everyone thinks is gay was also wearing a nurses uniform... We were on a beach and although I couldn't actually hear them (or anything really) I was aware of the explosions in the distance. We were really sitting in my living room in our underwear.

Does anyone feel like I do? That the craziest shit usually isn't what you are seeing, but what you convince yourself you are seeing or what you think about? For me, that always seems to be the case. One time I cut down 15 fully grown female plants (a closet full, both figuratively and literally) after getting back from the grocery store where a stranger asked me where the nearest Home Depot was. I mean, I got all my grow gear at Home Depot. Of course this guy was on to me, and I was one step ahead of him!

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Old 03-21-2010, 09:33 PM
Try watching Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure in the middle of the night stoned out of your mind. I could not for the life of me figure out why we went from Napoleon eating pie to a crystal chamber with breakdancing.


My friends and I are planning to do the same for Alice in Wondeland in 3D.

I wish Speed Racer could get upconverted to 3D. Imagine shit like that while on something.
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Old 03-22-2010, 09:53 PM
I don't do that shit, and I don't judge people that do. But I do recall a good friend who, had a little fun one night back in college and stared at the cable box in his dorm room for over and hour and said he saw it as a giant grasshopper.
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Old 03-23-2010, 01:36 AM
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I don't do that shit, and I don't judge people that do. But I do recall a good friend who, had a little fun one night back in college and stared at the cable box in his dorm room for over and hour and said he saw it as a giant grasshopper.

Haha - back to my comment about thoughts vs. visions: I used to stare at my cable box and wonder if the remote sensor was really a tiny camera.
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Old 03-30-2010, 07:59 PM
Nice post a few back Bubba, I enjoyed reading it. I would agree with your thoughts in the last paragraph as well. Here is a trip report I wrote up about my last Mushroom trip I had several years ago. It's a bit long, but it's a good read if anyone is at all interested:

The Report:

The setting: My sister's apartment in St. Paul. To give you an idea of her apartment you have to know a bit about her and her boyfriend. They are both into anime and collectable figures, so their entire apartment has all these crazy little toys everywhere. Huge shelves filled with the coolest, most colorful little figures are everywhere. In addition, all of the walls are painted in weird designs, her room for example has a bunch of of different sized dots painted everywhere in different. The living room the wall is a mix of different colors and has wavy lines that make you think of water or something. Her kitchen has a 5 light chandelier type lighting fixture, and each of the lights is a different color, blue, red, yellow, green, and purple. You turn those lights on and different colors fill the room. So that gives you a basic idea of where were we planned to trip.

The trip: It was around 7 pm, my two trip partners Wes and Dave and I all sat around my sister's kitchen table while my sister and her boyfriend played some Halo. Wes took the shrooms from Wes's backpack and I got out my digi so we could split everything up. I weighed out 3.5 grams for myself, 3.5 grams for Dave, and 1.8 for Wes (it would be his first time ever tripping out). The shrooms were fantastic looking cubes, about an equal number of caps and stems, so everyone was happy with their dose. I took mine straight from the bag and just started munching on them. I hadn't eaten anything all day and I just wanted those shrooms in my system. It took me about 5 minutes to eat my 1/8th, and Dave and Wes didn't take much longer then me to finish theirs either.

Ok, so the shrooms are inside of us now, time to wait for them to kick in. We start playing Halo. We do this for 20 minutes, just bullshitting, passing the time. At about the 23 minute marker I suddenly start to feel the familiar feelings of a mushroom trip starting to hit me. It started with a sudden surge of energy that started at the tip of my foot and shot up to my chest where it stayed. Also, my vision slowly started to become blurry. Colors started running into other colors, colors on the TV appeared to be leaking off the TV where they reached out into the space around to eventually fade into the distance. The shrooms were coming on fast. Faster then any other shrooms I had ever taken. This must have been due to the fact that I had nothing in my stomach, so they started to take their effect on me fast.

At this point, it was becoming too hard to play Halo. I had this anxious feeling inside of me, I couldn't sit down. I got up and had just leaned against the wall, staring at the TV as the others continued to play Halo. More and more by every second the world around me was starting to change. Colored patterns slowly started appearing on the walls behind the TV, reaching up to the ceiling where they slowly splintered off into multiple paths. 30 minutes had passed now. I could already feel time starting to slow down. I gazed over at Wes and Dave to see a look on both of their faces that I'm sure I was emulating. A look that says, "I'm fucked up." Both of their mouths were partially open, with their eyes wandering around the room, pupils large. The feeling in my chest was starting to spread throughout my whole body. All I wanted to do now was go outside and explore. Wes starts to laugh and I look at him and as he is quietly chuckling to himself, at nothing in particular. I move from my position leaning against the wall, the sensation of moving being one of immense pleasure, I open my mouth and say, "guys, let's go, let us journey to the forest." It's now obvious to my sister and her boyfriend that we are now being overtaken by the shrooms. Her and Cole get up, and tell us they are going to go be going to the movies, a double feature, so we can have the place to ourselves and be around people who are only tripping. So that was awesome of them. Cole sets up the Xbox and tells us if we want to listen to music all we have to do is put the CD in the Xbox and hit play. The three of us who are tripping get up, get our things and head outside before Cole and Ashley.

We take our first steps outside about 45 minutes after ingestion. Immediately we are greeted by a million different sounds of the city. Airplanes fly by in the sky, cars zoom by, people are yelling and laughing, trains in the distance rumble by. All of these sound assaulting our ears at once but each distinguishable and recognizable, but yet, they sounded alien. I look up the moonlight illuminated clouds. They are in constant movement, swirling and turning before our very eyes. Not only is the sky moving though, it is changing colors. Blue, Purple, Red, all flashing and changing like a strobe light. The houses across the street loom above us, seeming to be twice as tall as they really were. None of us say or do anything, we are all just trying to take in everything that is going on around us. Suddenly our calm trio is interrupted. On the sidewalk in front of us suddenly comes about 5 little girls, running at full speed, laughing, and screaming. I look at Dave and Wes, and all of us at the exact same time EXPLODE with laughter. Like we were howling right as these girls pass us. One of them said something to us because we were obviously laughing at them but I couldn't make out what it was. Feeling weird and exposed we all turn around and hurry back into the apartment building, still roaring with laughter. We start to walk back up the stairs to my sister's apartment when I suddenly say, "Guys, guys, what are we doing, we can't let that stop us from exploring." So we turn around and go back outside after the girls are a fair way down the street from us.

The second time we go outside. This time we make it to the sidewalk and walk down the street. All of my senses seem to working on overdrive right now. I look into the shadows and see a thousand different colors and shapes, none of which I'm sure are real or imagined by me. We get to the corner to cross the road to get to this big park we are trying to go to. A car drives by and we all awkwardly turn around stop like we weren't going to cross the street when we obviously had planned to. The car slows down, but continues to drive when they see when have no intention of walking across the street. After they pass we run across the street and start heading towards the park. This park is right next to an elementary school, and there were cars everywhere. We could hear children's voices, so many children out running around and screaming. I hear Wes or Dave behind me say, "Dude, no, let's not go there, there are too many people." But I force them forward. I know that if we can just get by these groups of people and kids and make it into the wooded part of the park we will be fine and far away from people. It sounded to us like there were thousands of kids around, but in the darkness in our shroom vision we couldn't see anyone. We finally get past the playground equipment and walk into the wooded area. I have zero visibility at this point. I am walking through the darkness, and in the darkness I can see nothing but colors. So many colors. I become disoriented and don't know where we are but we just keep walking. We all stop eventually and just stand in this spot looking around. Finally my eyes have adjusted a bit and I can see little leaves all over the ground. Wes drops to his knees and he says, "Guys, Guys! I love this drug! I love it! Look, look, there are gnome people, they live under these!" He picked up a leaf and threw it down. He stood up and starting walking around yelling "Look at them! LOOK AT ALL THE GNOME PEOPLE!!" Laughter, hysterical laughter again erupts from all of us. We keep walking, complaining that all we want to do is sit down. Then as if by miracle, this picnic table appears out of nowhere out in the middle of this wooded area. Disbelief engulfed us all as we sat down on it and looked around. As I sat down I suddenly started to trip alot harder. Everything was coming at me so fast. I kept thinking people were watching us, listening to us, knew what we were doing. None of us spoke, we all just sat there staring off at whatever each of us saw in the darkness. It was at this point that I realized we were outside in 40 degree weather, me in a sweatshirt and and sweat pants(rofl), and I'm not even cold. I start to worry that the shroooms are making it so I can't feel temperature. I get worried I'll get sick and this thought floods my mind, fortunately, Dave speaks aloud, "dudes, let's go, back inside. There is just way too much activity out here." And there was. Like it was just the strangest thing, we heard people everywhere all around us, but we couldn't see them. It was children espicially that we heard. But we just couldn't see them.

I know enough about where we were to head us in the right direction back to my sister's apartment. As we are walking back my attention is fully on the sky above me. It was still doing it's color changing shape shifting thing, and it was amazing. We finally make it back to the apartment building and we stumble up the stairs to the door. I take out the keys, and stare at them. What do I do with these things? How do they work? I notice that my grip on reality is slipping. I tell my friends I can't unlock the door and give the keys to Wes, who miraculously gets it on his first try (Wes would continue to amaze us with little things like that all night.)

We stumble into the apartment, my sister and Cole are now gone. I turn on the lights and the first thing I notice is all the amazing colors inside of the apartment. They take my breath away. I sit down on the middle of the floor, and just look around me at all the colors. It's so beautiful, but it quickly becomes too much. Wes wanders into one of the back bedrooms as Dave and I sit there, not talking, both of us just in our own worlds. The sudden sound of laughter awakens Dave and I to the world and we notice that is Wes laughing at something in my sister's bedroom. We go in there and he is lying on the floor on his back, staring up at the ceiling and just laughing. When Dave and I see him of course we start laughing too. None of us could help it, nothing and everything was just absolutely hilarious to all of us. Wes finally stops laughing and he says, "Guys, it's like, it's like we're in a spaceship, this is a spaceship!!" As if those words were some kind of cue I suddenly feel myself slip harder and harder into my trip. The shrooms are now bombarding me. Never before had I had such an intense feeling in my life. I had to move, I couldn't stand still. I walk out of the room and behind me I hear Wes say, "What... you can leave this room.. I THOUGHT THIS ROOM WAS THE WHOLE APARTMENT?!" i stumble through the living room, the room pulsating around me, the colors swirling everywhere I look. I open the patio door and walk over to the metal railing and put my hands against it. My hands touch the cold metal, and suddenly, my arm became the metal. I felt the metal from the railing creeping up my arm, turning my arm to this substance. I take a step back and it feels like my arm is still connected to the railing and metal. I look away, unable to bare the site of seeing my arm as metal. I closed my eyes and hunched over. In the darkness of my mind these geometric patterns are swirling before me. As vivid as if I was looking at them with my eyes open. Constantly shifting. Triangles connected to squares, rotating then becoming cones that spiral into the distance leaving trails of sparks behind them as they follow a rainbow trail into oblivion. My mind is assaulted by all these thoughts. I start thinking about things. The thought of driving comes to my mind, and it is this incomprehensible alien notion to me. People drive? What is driving? Why do people drive? School comes to mind. School? What is it? Did I really spend so much of my life with other individuals in rooms in desks, learning about stuff? IT didn't seem real. Nothing seemed real.

My eyes flung back open and I managed to make my way back inside. I needed music. I go inside and I sit down on the ground in front of the entertainment center. The task of playing the music taunts me, I have no idea where to begin. I give up, I know there is no possibility that I can get the music to play. At this point I suddenly notice Dave and Wes standing behind me. I tell them the dilemma and what seemed like 10 minutes was spent trying to get the music to play. "Dude, where's the CD at." "It's already in, isn't it?" "Didn't Cole set this up for us already?" These things were repeated over and over again between us, when suddenly I hear the miraculous sound of The Mollusk by Ween playing through the speakers. I look at the entertainment center and see Wes in front of it. He came through for us again Music overtook me. I stood up and collapsed onto this huge lounge thing. I lied on my stomach, face buried into the cushions. It was the most comfortable I've been in my entire life. I layed there, lost in the music, lost in the visuals I continued to see, lost in thoughts about what was real and unreal. I can't tell you how long I layed there but I was eventually rousted by the sound of someone coughing. I looked up and saw Wes sitting in the middle of the floor hitting the bong. I started laughing, but this time, the laughter couldn't stop. It was not normal laughter, this was maniacal laughter. Laughter that could only come out of someone who had truly lost their mind. The laughter only stopped when it became too painful to do anymore.

Dave was sitting in the kitchen under the different colored lights just staring off. I went and joined him. The intensity of the trip was starting to taper off. Now I felt relaxed and good, I was regaining my sense of reality again, but the visuals were still amazing. Dave and I started talking about what the trip had been like so far. As we talked I would stare at his face. He had four eyes. Then 2 mouths. As I continued to stare at his face in awe the features of his face started to rearrange themselves. His mouth(s) where his eyes should be, his nose to the far left of his face, and as this happened he started becoming less and less realistic looking. The colors of his face turned to that of paint. Here I was talking to an abstract painting of my friend. My visuals are interrupted, "Guys, hey guys, did we go outside?" I look to see who was saying this and it was Wes on the couch. We both tell him yes and he says again, "No guys, really, did we go outside?" as if he didn't hear us or believe us. We tell him yes again and this time he is quiet.

Dave and I continue our conversations. Ahh yeah, and I forgot to mention, earlier after we got back into the apartment we tried looking for my sister's cat because we didn't see it anywhere. We were worried it might have gotten outside, but we decided we weren't going to worry about it lest we fall into a bad trip. So, fast forward an hour or 2 since then, and we are sitting there talking, when suddenly out of nowhere comes Koopa(the cat). And Dave and I are in disbelief, we looked all over for the cat earlier and didn't see him. "Dude, the cat dimension, he just got back from it." I say. I explain to Dave my theory that there is a cat dimension that cats can move in and out of at their own will. I ask him how many times he has looked for his cats and not been able to find them. I tell him about how many times I have searched everywhere for my cat and been unable to find him, and then I'll go upstairs and about to be done looking and suddenly there my cat will be, sitting in the middle of the living room on the floor as if he appeared from magic somewhere. I tell Dave the reason we can't find cats sometimes is because they're in the cat dimension. We both found it to make sense and agreed it was a real possibility.

Coughing. Dave and I look into the living room to see Wes sitting in the middle of the room laying on the ground coughing next to the bong, smoke coming out of it. This would be a reoccuring theme throughout the night. Wes out of nowhere getting up from the couch to take bong rips off the bong. Whenever he would get up though he would ask us, "Hey guys, guys, where are the gummies at?" My sister has these little gummie candies that he liked, and he would just keep eating them and asking us where they were. At the end of the night the space around the couch where he was lying was littered with gummie candy wrappers. :lol:

Dave and I just keep talking about our trip. We both say how we felt like we were on on the brinks of having a bad trip at times. Which was true. When the shrooms first hit they were just so intense. I had never felt that way from any drug in my life before. Neither of us thought drugs could do that to a person... espicially me, who I consider to be fairly experienced with psychedelics, was not prepared for how intense the shrooms were in the first 2 hours of the trip. We keep talking for a while when we were interrupted by Wes again, "Guys, SERIOUSLY, did we REALLY go outside?! Because I don't think we did!" I tried explaining to Wes what we did outside but he seemed to not believe us or just wasn't comprehending what we were saying, or maybe he just kept forgetting, but regardless, he asked us easily 5 more times after that if we had gone outside or not that night. Needless to say it was hilarious.

Now, since this experience is already long enough I'll just roughly go over the rest of it. The rest of the trip was just Dave and I talking, saying Yes to Wes whenever he asked us if we went outside or not, and then it was Dave and I taking hits off the bong and watching the cat. Ashley and Cole finally got home around 12:30, and Dave and Cole and I went to Burger King, we got some food and passed out.

So yeah, like I said, most intense trip of my life. I've never felt anything like it. It was almost like I was on the brink of insanity at points. It's impossible for me to fully describe what happened that night, but I hope I've done a good enough idea of giving you people a general idea what it was like. Thanks for reading, and sorry for typos and shit. :

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Old 04-01-2010, 01:20 AM
Nice account, smok3h!

Talking earlier about having your eyes open and closed/staring at the sky...

Does anyone else become overly aware of the single-celled organisms that live on their eyeball while you are staring at the sky?
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Old 04-01-2010, 02:24 AM
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Nice account, smok3h!

Talking earlier about having your eyes open and closed/staring at the sky...

Does anyone else become overly aware of the single-celled organisms that live on their eyeball while you are staring at the sky?
Yep anytime I look at something really bright, such as the sky on a sunny day. WTF are those things anyway?
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Old 04-01-2010, 02:34 AM
I don't know, but sometimes one or two of them will get really courageous and start telling me to do things I know I shouldn't do.
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Old 04-01-2010, 02:42 AM
^ Do they tell you to burn things?

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Old 04-01-2010, 04:59 PM
Trippin all day today. We shall see what happens...

Just took a bunch of shrooms with a club sandwich. Should kick in here soon. Probably gonna go explore the desert.

Hopefully we dont run into any javelinas.
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Old 04-01-2010, 06:27 PM
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Trippin all day today. We shall see what happens...

Just took a bunch of shrooms with a club sandwich. Should kick in here soon. Probably gonna go explore the desert.

Hopefully we dont run into any javelinas.
I'm jealous! Have fun dude.
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Old 04-01-2010, 07:18 PM
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Nice post a few back Bubba, I enjoyed reading it. I would agree with your thoughts in the last paragraph as well. Here is a trip report I wrote up about my last Mushroom trip I had several years ago. It's a bit long, but it's a good read if anyone is at all interested:

The Report:

The setting: My sister's apartment in St. Paul. To give you an idea of her apartment you have to know a bit about her and her boyfriend. They are both into anime and collectable figures, so their entire apartment has all these crazy little toys everywhere. Huge shelves filled with the coolest, most colorful little figures are everywhere. In addition, all of the walls are painted in weird designs, her room for example has a bunch of of different sized dots painted everywhere in different. The living room the wall is a mix of different colors and has wavy lines that make you think of water or something. Her kitchen has a 5 light chandelier type lighting fixture, and each of the lights is a different color, blue, red, yellow, green, and purple. You turn those lights on and different colors fill the room. So that gives you a basic idea of where were we planned to trip.

The trip: It was around 7 pm, my two trip partners Wes and Dave and I all sat around my sister's kitchen table while my sister and her boyfriend played some Halo. Wes took the shrooms from Wes's backpack and I got out my digi so we could split everything up. I weighed out 3.5 grams for myself, 3.5 grams for Dave, and 1.8 for Wes (it would be his first time ever tripping out). The shrooms were fantastic looking cubes, about an equal number of caps and stems, so everyone was happy with their dose. I took mine straight from the bag and just started munching on them. I hadn't eaten anything all day and I just wanted those shrooms in my system. It took me about 5 minutes to eat my 1/8th, and Dave and Wes didn't take much longer then me to finish theirs either.

Ok, so the shrooms are inside of us now, time to wait for them to kick in. We start playing Halo. We do this for 20 minutes, just bullshitting, passing the time. At about the 23 minute marker I suddenly start to feel the familiar feelings of a mushroom trip starting to hit me. It started with a sudden surge of energy that started at the tip of my foot and shot up to my chest where it stayed. Also, my vision slowly started to become blurry. Colors started running into other colors, colors on the TV appeared to be leaking off the TV where they reached out into the space around to eventually fade into the distance. The shrooms were coming on fast. Faster then any other shrooms I had ever taken. This must have been due to the fact that I had nothing in my stomach, so they started to take their effect on me fast.

At this point, it was becoming too hard to play Halo. I had this anxious feeling inside of me, I couldn't sit down. I got up and had just leaned against the wall, staring at the TV as the others continued to play Halo. More and more by every second the world around me was starting to change. Colored patterns slowly started appearing on the walls behind the TV, reaching up to the ceiling where they slowly splintered off into multiple paths. 30 minutes had passed now. I could already feel time starting to slow down. I gazed over at Wes and Dave to see a look on both of their faces that I'm sure I was emulating. A look that says, "I'm fucked up." Both of their mouths were partially open, with their eyes wandering around the room, pupils large. The feeling in my chest was starting to spread throughout my whole body. All I wanted to do now was go outside and explore. Wes starts to laugh and I look at him and as he is quietly chuckling to himself, at nothing in particular. I move from my position leaning against the wall, the sensation of moving being one of immense pleasure, I open my mouth and say, "guys, let's go, let us journey to the forest." It's now obvious to my sister and her boyfriend that we are now being overtaken by the shrooms. Her and Cole get up, and tell us they are going to go be going to the movies, a double feature, so we can have the place to ourselves and be around people who are only tripping. So that was awesome of them. Cole sets up the Xbox and tells us if we want to listen to music all we have to do is put the CD in the Xbox and hit play. The three of us who are tripping get up, get our things and head outside before Cole and Ashley.

We take our first steps outside about 45 minutes after ingestion. Immediately we are greeted by a million different sounds of the city. Airplanes fly by in the sky, cars zoom by, people are yelling and laughing, trains in the distance rumble by. All of these sound assaulting our ears at once but each distinguishable and recognizable, but yet, they sounded alien. I look up the moonlight illuminated clouds. They are in constant movement, swirling and turning before our very eyes. Not only is the sky moving though, it is changing colors. Blue, Purple, Red, all flashing and changing like a strobe light. The houses across the street loom above us, seeming to be twice as tall as they really were. None of us say or do anything, we are all just trying to take in everything that is going on around us. Suddenly our calm trio is interrupted. On the sidewalk in front of us suddenly comes about 5 little girls, running at full speed, laughing, and screaming. I look at Dave and Wes, and all of us at the exact same time EXPLODE with laughter. Like we were howling right as these girls pass us. One of them said something to us because we were obviously laughing at them but I couldn't make out what it was. Feeling weird and exposed we all turn around and hurry back into the apartment building, still roaring with laughter. We start to walk back up the stairs to my sister's apartment when I suddenly say, "Guys, guys, what are we doing, we can't let that stop us from exploring." So we turn around and go back outside after the girls are a fair way down the street from us.

The second time we go outside. This time we make it to the sidewalk and walk down the street. All of my senses seem to working on overdrive right now. I look into the shadows and see a thousand different colors and shapes, none of which I'm sure are real or imagined by me. We get to the corner to cross the road to get to this big park we are trying to go to. A car drives by and we all awkwardly turn around stop like we weren't going to cross the street when we obviously had planned to. The car slows down, but continues to drive when they see when have no intention of walking across the street. After they pass we run across the street and start heading towards the park. This park is right next to an elementary school, and there were cars everywhere. We could hear children's voices, so many children out running around and screaming. I hear Wes or Dave behind me say, "Dude, no, let's not go there, there are too many people." But I force them forward. I know that if we can just get by these groups of people and kids and make it into the wooded part of the park we will be fine and far away from people. It sounded to us like there were thousands of kids around, but in the darkness in our shroom vision we couldn't see anyone. We finally get past the playground equipment and walk into the wooded area. I have zero visibility at this point. I am walking through the darkness, and in the darkness I can see nothing but colors. So many colors. I become disoriented and don't know where we are but we just keep walking. We all stop eventually and just stand in this spot looking around. Finally my eyes have adjusted a bit and I can see little leaves all over the ground. Wes drops to his knees and he says, "Guys, Guys! I love this drug! I love it! Look, look, there are gnome people, they live under these!" He picked up a leaf and threw it down. He stood up and starting walking around yelling "Look at them! LOOK AT ALL THE GNOME PEOPLE!!" Laughter, hysterical laughter again erupts from all of us. We keep walking, complaining that all we want to do is sit down. Then as if by miracle, this picnic table appears out of nowhere out in the middle of this wooded area. Disbelief engulfed us all as we sat down on it and looked around. As I sat down I suddenly started to trip alot harder. Everything was coming at me so fast. I kept thinking people were watching us, listening to us, knew what we were doing. None of us spoke, we all just sat there staring off at whatever each of us saw in the darkness. It was at this point that I realized we were outside in 40 degree weather, me in a sweatshirt and and sweat pants(rofl), and I'm not even cold. I start to worry that the shroooms are making it so I can't feel temperature. I get worried I'll get sick and this thought floods my mind, fortunately, Dave speaks aloud, "dudes, let's go, back inside. There is just way too much activity out here." And there was. Like it was just the strangest thing, we heard people everywhere all around us, but we couldn't see them. It was children espicially that we heard. But we just couldn't see them.

I know enough about where we were to head us in the right direction back to my sister's apartment. As we are walking back my attention is fully on the sky above me. It was still doing it's color changing shape shifting thing, and it was amazing. We finally make it back to the apartment building and we stumble up the stairs to the door. I take out the keys, and stare at them. What do I do with these things? How do they work? I notice that my grip on reality is slipping. I tell my friends I can't unlock the door and give the keys to Wes, who miraculously gets it on his first try (Wes would continue to amaze us with little things like that all night.)

We stumble into the apartment, my sister and Cole are now gone. I turn on the lights and the first thing I notice is all the amazing colors inside of the apartment. They take my breath away. I sit down on the middle of the floor, and just look around me at all the colors. It's so beautiful, but it quickly becomes too much. Wes wanders into one of the back bedrooms as Dave and I sit there, not talking, both of us just in our own worlds. The sudden sound of laughter awakens Dave and I to the world and we notice that is Wes laughing at something in my sister's bedroom. We go in there and he is lying on the floor on his back, staring up at the ceiling and just laughing. When Dave and I see him of course we start laughing too. None of us could help it, nothing and everything was just absolutely hilarious to all of us. Wes finally stops laughing and he says, "Guys, it's like, it's like we're in a spaceship, this is a spaceship!!" As if those words were some kind of cue I suddenly feel myself slip harder and harder into my trip. The shrooms are now bombarding me. Never before had I had such an intense feeling in my life. I had to move, I couldn't stand still. I walk out of the room and behind me I hear Wes say, "What... you can leave this room.. I THOUGHT THIS ROOM WAS THE WHOLE APARTMENT?!" i stumble through the living room, the room pulsating around me, the colors swirling everywhere I look. I open the patio door and walk over to the metal railing and put my hands against it. My hands touch the cold metal, and suddenly, my arm became the metal. I felt the metal from the railing creeping up my arm, turning my arm to this substance. I take a step back and it feels like my arm is still connected to the railing and metal. I look away, unable to bare the site of seeing my arm as metal. I closed my eyes and hunched over. In the darkness of my mind these geometric patterns are swirling before me. As vivid as if I was looking at them with my eyes open. Constantly shifting. Triangles connected to squares, rotating then becoming cones that spiral into the distance leaving trails of sparks behind them as they follow a rainbow trail into oblivion. My mind is assaulted by all these thoughts. I start thinking about things. The thought of driving comes to my mind, and it is this incomprehensible alien notion to me. People drive? What is driving? Why do people drive? School comes to mind. School? What is it? Did I really spend so much of my life with other individuals in rooms in desks, learning about stuff? IT didn't seem real. Nothing seemed real.

My eyes flung back open and I managed to make my way back inside. I needed music. I go inside and I sit down on the ground in front of the entertainment center. The task of playing the music taunts me, I have no idea where to begin. I give up, I know there is no possibility that I can get the music to play. At this point I suddenly notice Dave and Wes standing behind me. I tell them the dilemma and what seemed like 10 minutes was spent trying to get the music to play. "Dude, where's the CD at." "It's already in, isn't it?" "Didn't Cole set this up for us already?" These things were repeated over and over again between us, when suddenly I hear the miraculous sound of The Mollusk by Ween playing through the speakers. I look at the entertainment center and see Wes in front of it. He came through for us again Music overtook me. I stood up and collapsed onto this huge lounge thing. I lied on my stomach, face buried into the cushions. It was the most comfortable I've been in my entire life. I layed there, lost in the music, lost in the visuals I continued to see, lost in thoughts about what was real and unreal. I can't tell you how long I layed there but I was eventually rousted by the sound of someone coughing. I looked up and saw Wes sitting in the middle of the floor hitting the bong. I started laughing, but this time, the laughter couldn't stop. It was not normal laughter, this was maniacal laughter. Laughter that could only come out of someone who had truly lost their mind. The laughter only stopped when it became too painful to do anymore.

Dave was sitting in the kitchen under the different colored lights just staring off. I went and joined him. The intensity of the trip was starting to taper off. Now I felt relaxed and good, I was regaining my sense of reality again, but the visuals were still amazing. Dave and I started talking about what the trip had been like so far. As we talked I would stare at his face. He had four eyes. Then 2 mouths. As I continued to stare at his face in awe the features of his face started to rearrange themselves. His mouth(s) where his eyes should be, his nose to the far left of his face, and as this happened he started becoming less and less realistic looking. The colors of his face turned to that of paint. Here I was talking to an abstract painting of my friend. My visuals are interrupted, "Guys, hey guys, did we go outside?" I look to see who was saying this and it was Wes on the couch. We both tell him yes and he says again, "No guys, really, did we go outside?" as if he didn't hear us or believe us. We tell him yes again and this time he is quiet.

Dave and I continue our conversations. Ahh yeah, and I forgot to mention, earlier after we got back into the apartment we tried looking for my sister's cat because we didn't see it anywhere. We were worried it might have gotten outside, but we decided we weren't going to worry about it lest we fall into a bad trip. So, fast forward an hour or 2 since then, and we are sitting there talking, when suddenly out of nowhere comes Koopa(the cat). And Dave and I are in disbelief, we looked all over for the cat earlier and didn't see him. "Dude, the cat dimension, he just got back from it." I say. I explain to Dave my theory that there is a cat dimension that cats can move in and out of at their own will. I ask him how many times he has looked for his cats and not been able to find them. I tell him about how many times I have searched everywhere for my cat and been unable to find him, and then I'll go upstairs and about to be done looking and suddenly there my cat will be, sitting in the middle of the living room on the floor as if he appeared from magic somewhere. I tell Dave the reason we can't find cats sometimes is because they're in the cat dimension. We both found it to make sense and agreed it was a real possibility.

Coughing. Dave and I look into the living room to see Wes sitting in the middle of the room laying on the ground coughing next to the bong, smoke coming out of it. This would be a reoccuring theme throughout the night. Wes out of nowhere getting up from the couch to take bong rips off the bong. Whenever he would get up though he would ask us, "Hey guys, guys, where are the gummies at?" My sister has these little gummie candies that he liked, and he would just keep eating them and asking us where they were. At the end of the night the space around the couch where he was lying was littered with gummie candy wrappers. :lol:

Dave and I just keep talking about our trip. We both say how we felt like we were on on the brinks of having a bad trip at times. Which was true. When the shrooms first hit they were just so intense. I had never felt that way from any drug in my life before. Neither of us thought drugs could do that to a person... espicially me, who I consider to be fairly experienced with psychedelics, was not prepared for how intense the shrooms were in the first 2 hours of the trip. We keep talking for a while when we were interrupted by Wes again, "Guys, SERIOUSLY, did we REALLY go outside?! Because I don't think we did!" I tried explaining to Wes what we did outside but he seemed to not believe us or just wasn't comprehending what we were saying, or maybe he just kept forgetting, but regardless, he asked us easily 5 more times after that if we had gone outside or not that night. Needless to say it was hilarious.

Now, since this experience is already long enough I'll just roughly go over the rest of it. The rest of the trip was just Dave and I talking, saying Yes to Wes whenever he asked us if we went outside or not, and then it was Dave and I taking hits off the bong and watching the cat. Ashley and Cole finally got home around 12:30, and Dave and Cole and I went to Burger King, we got some food and passed out.

So yeah, like I said, most intense trip of my life. I've never felt anything like it. It was almost like I was on the brink of insanity at points. It's impossible for me to fully describe what happened that night, but I hope I've done a good enough idea of giving you people a general idea what it was like. Thanks for reading, and sorry for typos and shit. :
Jesus H that's a brilliant account. I want to troff on shrooms so bad now.

I've been prone to fits (non epileptic and unexplained) since being a child and unfortunately the last one resulted in a faceplant and broken cheekbones...hence my reluctance to try certain drugs/hallucinogenics.

I was 28 when I first popped a pill and it was an utterly sublime experience.

FML for want of a more mature, less abused acronym.
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Old 04-01-2010, 08:11 PM
The first time I tripped shrooms we snuck onto a golf course that was connected to my friends sub and made it our own playground.

Later that night a cop was called about kids running around the neighborhood smoking weed and playing tag in yards. I was getting ready to leave when the cop pulled up next to me. Safe to say I immediately freaked out and began tripping balls harder than I had all night. As I tried to find my license, registration, and proof of insurance, the cop was talking to my friends. The only things I pulled out of my middle console were my bowl, blunt wraps, half ounce of weed, and the 8th of shrooms I had left. I didn't have my license, registration or insurance with me. I told the cop this as his face started melting and the trees in the background began to decieve me. He asked for anything with my name on it, so I gave him my library card, he asked my friends what my name was, then told me to "get the fuck outta here."
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Old 04-02-2010, 01:26 AM
I had a run in with a cop while hanging with Uncle Sid. Well, the cop wasn't the problem. It was the night of guns.

We were in a band that practiced in these warehouses and down from us, these skinheads were having a party. We weren't there, but it dispersed about the time we were going to catch a cab ride home. First I tried to call the cab company and the dispatcher couldn't give me an estimation on when our ride would get there. She actually says, "I don't know what's going on?" I was sure she was onto me because of my voice, and was just screwing with me. So I go to this nearby lingerie shop. I'm an 18 year old freaked out kid with moppy hair. A model is closing up the shop, and I ask for a telephone book so I can call another cab company, because the number posted at the payphone was of no help. She starts screaming something and this guy comes out and starts screaming, telling me to get away. I'm panicked, and they start walking to a car, and I'm following, trying to explain my situation. The dude brandishes a handgun, so I back off and go tell my friends about this. We had started this band, maybe a month earlier and I only knew these guys through that, and that they liked acid as much as I did.

So we decide to go back to our warehouse and calm down. As we are walking back, multiple trucks pull into the alley and it's all these rednecks. One of them is all beaten the hell up. They are all like, "Are these the guys?"

Apparently, there was a huge fight related to the skinhead party, and these guys were involved - one of them got the hell beat out of him so they went to get friends, and that's why the party dispersed.

Being on acid, and explaining to rednecks that you were not involved with the band's party where their friend got the shit beat out of them, and realizing you are with the only two other guys around, and you are all holding instruments. Actually, holding the instruments didn't occur to me until one of the rednecks asked how the hell I couldn't know anything when I was holding a "2000 guitar." I remember that specifically for some reason.

The other two guys in my band, the guys I didn't know. They weren't much help and just sort of stood behind me as I did all the talking. I'm not sure what I said, but I convinced them that we weren't the guys. Well, I guess he came looking to fight, and just had to fight, so I get clocked upside the head. At that point I notice one of the guys standing on the bed of a truck is holding a rifle or shotgun - some big effin' thing. I wasn't going to do shit anyway, so I just walk off.

Suddenly one of the guys I'm with starts, for some reason, telling the rednecks how uncool they were being. He is really mouthy and points out that they are looking for skinheads and all 3 of us had long hair. I just remember reaching back and grabbing his arm and pulling him off. We walk back around, to wear the lingerie shop is, and I'm panicked that night of the living rednecks is not over and as chance has it, I see a policeman driving down the road. I flag him down. It wasn't until much later that I find out the 2 guys I was with were very uncool with that move.

The policeman pulls in, and I explain what is happening. I'm not sure what he says, but it's comforting. We see the redneck convoy drive by a couple times, and the policeman says he'll hang with us, and he calls a cab for us - after verifying that we have money. The two guys I'm with won't even come up to the car until he starts asking them questions. They act drugged up, but I'm acting like I usually do, so I'm in a comfort zone of sorts. At one point the cop asks me if I can play the bass I'm holding and I say I can and ask him what he likes. He mentioned Led Zeppelin so I start playing the Infectious Grooves version of Immigrant Song, and that transitions into me playing and dancing around the cruiser. The cop is very amused, and I think my companions were laughing because they were nervous.

The cab arrives, and I thank the officer immensely. We get in the cab, and I don't remember what exactly I said, but for some reason, the driver makes a point to mention that he carries a gun. I think he was worried that we were going to rob him or something. There had been a rash of robberies in the area involving cab drivers. And for some reason I thought it was funny to mention that we'd had 2 guns pulled on us in the past hour or so, but I keep talking and eventually the driver seems cool and loosens up a bit.

So, this whole time, I'm totally with it. Fine. Well, we get back to one of the guys' house, and they want to smoke pot. I'd never smoked, really, but they are intent to get me to do huge bong hits. And I do. Thus, the beginning of the story outlining the first time I ever had a bad acid trip.
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Old 04-02-2010, 02:18 AM
I've never taken anything other than weed, and while I can't recall any kind of "visions" or "hallucinations" - to my knowledge I don't think you really get them when you're under the influence of 'juana; I did however experience shifts of reality..and if anybody who's ever smoked it (i'm sure it may actually be the same for other drugs but I could be wrong) you know what I'm talking about.

It's like, the best example is when you're watching movies, we watched Glengarry Glen Ross. I remember distinctly when I took a lot of hits, and then drank a 40oz of some malt...

I tell ya, I was IN the fucking movie. Not only that, but I FELT '92. It was so awesome, because your reality is completely different when you're so high. It's just so much enjoyable watching flicks like that. We also watched Fright Night like that, goddamn that movie was hilarious under such a state
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Old 04-02-2010, 02:21 AM
Yeah, I'm glad someone else brought up the time traveling thing. Associative memories and so forth, usually, but it can happen with just a slice of nostalgia or relics of the past. And drugs. Usually lots of drugs.
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Old 04-02-2010, 08:53 AM
I've only tried shrooms twice. I never take enough to trip, just to get really really high. The first time me and my buddy watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and man I had so many epiphanies about America. I really got it, and I wasn't even alive during that era. The second time I watched The Dark Knight, which was crazy on shrooms, especially with the shifting aspect ratio. But after the movie I was high for hours and couldn't sleep, and I ended up getting really depressed, I guess because I was slowly coming down? I don't know. It was weird and sort of turned me off of shrooms.
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Old 04-02-2010, 11:11 AM
Shromes are so hit and miss unless you get the home cultivated ones which I highly recommend. My mom used to live adjacent to a cow pasture and we'd go out and basically pick and eat them until effects kicked in. Sometimes it'd be a handful but other times it seemed like we had to eat half an ounce a piece.

Sometimes just having bunk drugs can cause depression since your mind is expecting this wild voyage and instead it's like a ride to grandma's house. Of course this plays through with everything and expectations. You might not be aware it's happening, but it is.

One thing I'd noticed in the difference between mushrooms and acid is that acid always feels more electric, like neon, and shrooms are more organic (suiting...) like the reflection of a moon. People have said that acid is more "speedy" but I've had that experience with shrooms. I think personally it's just my awareness of how each thing is made and this might affect the trip, but all in all I've always found shrooms to be flat-out a more organic experience - kind of like you are put in touch with the ways of the cosmos, where with acid it's like they are being shouted at you in bleeps and blips. One is like a gradual cosmic discovery, the other like a sudden cosmic realization. Of course, milage varies.

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Old 04-02-2010, 01:31 PM

Watched Natural Born Killers yesterday. Damn that movie is insane on shrooms.
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Old 04-07-2010, 10:23 PM
I'm too much of a pu$$y to try any hallucinogen. I would be open to trying some shrooms around the right people and if I'm feeling postive though.
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Old 04-08-2010, 03:47 PM
Man these are some good stories... makes me wish I was young and not afraid of losing braincells again. I have never had the pleasure of doing shrooms... and the hand full of times I have done cid, or as we called it, vitamin A... I really didnt get any visuals. I did get attacked by roaches while taking a dump once after watching Joes Appartment, and it did make me think The Stupids was the funniest thing I ever saw one night.

However, I rarely admit this cause its so bad, but for a couple of years in my teenage years we got into huffing. I dont think anything can make you trip any harder. I have watched ninjas pop out of nowhere, and fight till all their clothes came off and they were naked women... I seen alot of naked women while trippin thanks to puberty. We had a poster taped around a house speaker of a hot chick that I would stare at for hours over a weeks time till my cousin finally tore it up because they were sick of me zoning out and staring at it. What I saw was a girl trapped in a box and I was trying to get her out... almost done it a time or two. Ive seen giant alligators and snakes crawling around mountains.

One of my favorites is while I was trippin I looked in a mirror and was seeing letters, words, and numbers being sucked out of my head and I was screamin its happening, i'm finally going brain dead from this shit, all the knowledge is being sucked from my head. I have so many stories of tripping its almost sad, and even worse I remember some of them better than my real memories.

One time my cousin, my best friend, and I were snuck out and were tripping in an old shed with no light, so it was pitch black. I remember I was tripping and watching pepto bismal travel though the human body like on the commercial, and all the sudden my cousin gets up and yells "fuck you you queer mother fuckers," as he got up and stormed out. My friend and I followed him out as he was cussing us like crazy. He finally said he watched us making out in the shed, even though my friend was on the other side of the room. It took forever to convince him that he was only tripping. And for some reason I always laugh at the time I stared at a chicks vagina in a Hustler Magazine until it turned into a pecan!!!
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Old 04-08-2010, 04:52 PM
"what the fuck you queer motherfuckers?!" LOL, thank you starcat, that made me laugh.

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Shromes are so hit and miss unless you get the home cultivated ones which I highly recommend. My mom used to live adjacent to a cow pasture and we'd go out and basically pick and eat them until effects kicked in. Sometimes it'd be a handful but other times it seemed like we had to eat half an ounce a piece.

Sometimes just having bunk drugs can cause depression since your mind is expecting this wild voyage and instead it's like a ride to grandma's house. Of course this plays through with everything and expectations. You might not be aware it's happening, but it is.

One thing I'd noticed in the difference between mushrooms and acid is that acid always feels more electric, like neon, and shrooms are more organic (suiting...) like the reflection of a moon. People have said that acid is more "speedy" but I've had that experience with shrooms. I think personally it's just my awareness of how each thing is made and this might affect the trip, but all in all I've always found shrooms to be flat-out a more organic experience - kind of like you are put in touch with the ways of the cosmos, where with acid it's like they are being shouted at you in bleeps and blips. One is like a gradual cosmic discovery, the other like a sudden cosmic realization. Of course, milage varies.
I know exactly what you mean when you say mushrooms have a more organic feeling then LSD. I've always said the exact same thing. Same thing with any 2CX. Those are fun, but they just FEEL like an artificial high. Before i had ever tried LSD I had heard of the body load that comes with it, and boy is that ever true. With my experience, phenethylamines tend to give the heaviest body load, EXCEPT, LSD is a tryptamine so that's not always the case.

Picking mushrooms in the wild can be tricky and I wouldn't recommend that anybody do it unless you're going out with a mycologist or an extremely experienced mushroom hunter as it's incredibly dangerous if you don't know what you're doing. Also, gauging your dose in the wild is also difficult. About 90% of a fresh shrooms weight is water. A general way to figure out a dose of fresh shrooms is this: if you would normally eat 3.5 grams dried, then you'd want to eat about 35 grams fresh.
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