DOSE:		smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes
	3.5 g	oral	Mushrooms	(tea)
	7.5 oz	oral	Chamomile	(tea)
	.5 g	smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

Two days ago, my friend 'A' and I got ahold of a quarter ounce of shrooms. I'd done a full eighth before, but found it to be disconcerting in its later stages. Until then, I had done a half-eighth and a quarter-eighth, both of which provided clean, easily controlled mini-trips that were over in a couple of hours.

Since I was sick of the taste and texture of the shrooms, my friend and I decided to make tea out of them. We used two ordinary weed grinders to grind up our shrooms since his coffee grinder was broken. It took awhile since the shrooms were kind of leathery, but they ground up into a not-quite-powder that stank up his kitchen. We started boiling 16 oz. of water in a tea kettle, then turned off the stove left it to simmer for awhile and went outside for a cigarette. When we had finished, we went back inside and added all of our shrooms to the tea. We let them steep in the hot water for about 10 minutes, then added 6 chamomile teabags to the pot. We let that steep for another 5 minutes or so, then poured it straight into two 8 oz. mugs. There were a lot of chunks in the bottom of the mugs, chunks which we decided we would eventually parachute when we had finished the tea. However, by the time I had finished my tea, the shrooms were already starting to hit me. We went outside for one last cigarette while we waited for A's dealer to show up with some weed.

While we were outside, I felt my head seeming to buzz slightly and when I stretched, it felt as though my arms were capable of extending past their normal length. My head started to loll and I put out the cigarette about halfway through because I couldn't take it anymore. We sat on a bench near the corner of his neighbor's house, a favorite spot for people in illegal states of mind. His car had just been washed, and we were looking at our reflections in the back fender when my dad called. He wanted me to come home for dinner, a proposition that was almost completely insane at this point. I told him that I was going to see a movie with my friends and that we were already on our way. Suddenly, my come-up was no longer pleasant at all. I was sweating, nauseous, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to call me later that night, when the shrooms had completely warped my perception.

I went inside to lay on the couch. 'A' warned me, 'No bad trips!' which made me realize that I was having a horrible trip so far. My friend 'L' called me not five minutes after I had gotten over the terror accompanying my dad's phone call. He wanted to know why I hadn't called him that day. He berated me for not calling him and making him wait for me while he could have been sleeping. He had stayed awake for 48 hours straight for reasons unknown and seemed to think it was a better idea to call me incessantly than it was to go to sleep. 'You fucking son of a bitch!' he said. 'How could you fucking ignore me like this?! We were supposed to hang out today!' I told him 'I'm on shrooms. If you don't shut the fuck up and stop making me feel like a piece of shit, I'm just going to fucking hang up on you right now.' He kept talking, so I hung up. So far, my trip wasn't going too hot. My dad wanted me home and 'L' was pissed off at me. I had tried to force myself out of a bad trip before, but met complete failure and ended up psychologically extending my trip an extra 10 hours.

Instead, I laid on the couch until the dealer showed up with a gram of very, very sticky weed. We packed 'A''s bong ('The Annihilator' may not be a good bong to smoke out of at the moment, I thought) and we each took a single hit. I was too nauseous to continue, and he decided that he would also hold off. I went into his room and covered myself with a blanket. It was so warm and soft, and the pillow was so comfortable, that I was afraid I would fall asleep and miss my trip. I turned on my headphones to listen to 'Pulse' by Pink Floyd to get myself in the mood for some tripping. 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond' was the first song, which started off very strange, with many eerie feelings in my body, as though I was about to throw up or explode. Once it picked up past the intro, though, it became much more positive, with some interesting visuals to accompany it. It wasn't kaleidoscopic and spinning like my last time taking a full eighth, but it was certainly intense and certainly amazing. I closed my eyes and covered them with the blanket to be rewarded with spectacular electric blue-green worm-like flashing tracers.

I continued listening, the next song being 'Coming Back to Life'. The song was almost perfect. Very upbeat, very happy, full of hope and light and love. It seemed that when I uncovered my eyes, but kept them closed, there were two black holes in my eyelids. There were pastel-colored snakes slithering across my field of vision and pulsing in time to the music.

At this point, 'A' came back downstairs and started playing Halo. Why he did this, I don't understand. Drugs seem to make me sit down and enjoy the ride, while he becomes energized and does other things. He also put on 'Dark Side of the Moon,' an album that I couldn't process at that moment with my headphones on. I turned up the volume on my headphones and kept listening over the sounds of 'Speak to Me/Breathe', which were freaking me out. However, the instant I heard 'The Great Gig in the Sky,' I whipped my headphones off and buried my face in the blanket, a ridiculous grin of pure happiness on my face. I was in a world of pure bliss, completely unlike any other happiness I had ever felt before. I felt like I could (and would) run a billion miles for everyone in the universe if it would make them love me as much as I loved them. I felt like I loved every single organism in existence, but I especially loved Pink Floyd. The music completed me in a way that I had never experienced. I turned to my friend and said, 'That was a fucking mindgasm, dude.' He laughed and asked me if I wanted to climb onto his roof to watch the sunset. I declined, partly because I was so happy downstairs tripping on his couch and partly because I was afraid I'd fall off the steep slope of his roof.

'L' called me again, but I turned off my phone. I returned to my headphones and turned off the stereo. I finished 'Pulse', but nothing completed me in the way 'The Great Gig in the Sky' did, not even the live version on that album. However, when 'Wish You Were Here' came on, I got this big goofy grin and thought about my best friend, who I'm pretty sure I've been in love with since I met her. As corny as it sounds, she was on my mind throughout the whole song, and I realized that no matter what came between us, we would still be friends and that I would rather have that than get 'involved' with her and then have to go off to school in two weeks. It disappointed me that I had realized it, but I decided that I would be better off that way.

The trip started to wear down at about the T+4:00 mark, with some tiny swirling patterns still intruding into my vision until about 4.5 hours after ingestion. We went to visit my friend, 'M', at work, where we chatted for a few minutes while he was on his break. He was surprised at how lucid we both were after taking a full eighth. We smoked a couple of cigarettes and then went on our way. We picked up our friend, 'K', from her house, then went to the roof of a parking garage and just sat there on the hood of the car. We made up a persona for a person working in the very top office of the building across from us, and worried that we had created him and that we had the possibility to destroy him. We made up an entire life for Steve Miller, his wife Marisa, his sons Jack and Samuel, and his daughter Alice. Steve's wife was returning from a 'business trip' to Cancun with her pool boy, Alejandro. Steve knew about her affair and was contemplating jumping out of his office window and falling the 25 stories to the ground. After we laid up there for about 3 hours, we decided that we should go to a hookah bar now that me and 'A' had fully come down.

All in all, the entire trip lasted about 5 hours, with my pupils returning to their normal size after about 9. I slept very well that night after 'A' and I went back to his house and finished the bong we had pre-packed before our trip. We became so high that we cooked and ate 90 pizza rolls. While they were cooking, I started laughing uncontrollably at how high I was and I couldn't stop for about 5 minutes. After that, 'A' drove me home and I slept like a petrified log. I woke up the next morning feeling awake and refreshed. The trip was much shorter than the last time I did shrooms, with a much faster come-up and a much easier come-down. I think I've found my new favorite way to take shrooms.

-Peace, love, and the white rabbit.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 80852
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Mar 23, 2025	Views: 38
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