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[kspr]

i know this is long, but definitely read it. this is a real story that actually happened to me last week friday. it took me nearly two hours to get this all together in writing. it is NOT made up. it was a REAL occurence.

the scariest thing that ever happened to me happened last week. i went over to a friend's house, and after drinking a 36 oz bottle of tecate, we all split up an ounce of mushrooms, and started taking resin hits from a bubbler. everybody took an 8th with some peanut butter to kill the taste. after that, we all just sat in the living room and played little big planet, and katamari forever. not immedietely, maybe an hour or so later, i started to move. i was standing, and it felt like i was in the ocean, because i could feel some sort of force pulling me back and forth. after that, everything got really intense, so we couldnt play katamari anymore. i was sitting in a chair with my legs crossed, my arms crossed, and i could feel the rhythm of the universe moving through me, and i was dancing in the chair. at this point, everything started to move in my field of vision like this. and eventually like this. i couldnt look at the wall anymore, because the shapes of the objects in the room started to blend together, and everything was made of 90 degree angles.i felt like i was in earthbound because i started to see the battle background. the colors were all semi transparent, and at a time were blue and green, and then yellow and orange. when this started to happen, i could feel myself going in and out between my thoughts, and the real world, and i had a small amount of control over it.

after that, i drifted in and out of reality. i could feel my brain going numb. i wasnt able to make sense of what was happening during the trip, but afterwards it became more clear. the first thing that happened is that i hallucinated myself much older, totally bald. i looked like mr mackey from south park. totally bald, thick glasses [i dont even wear glasses] and for some reason retarded. i understood in my mind that i was living in some assisted living center for the mentally disabled, and was an obnoxious old person who always wanted their way, and freaked out when it didnt happen. i think i was autistic, or had asperger's disease.

then shit got real. my arms were crossed in front of me when i came back into reality, and i left just as quickly. i was wearing a straight jacket, and i was in a white padded room. my hair was long and grey, and obscured my face. i was wearing some sort of hannibal lecter mask that was grey, that covered up to my eyes. when i saw through it, i only saw through the circles.

i came back to reality again, and got up to pee, but i didnt have to. my friend told me it was just a side effect. i got my notebook and tried to draw something. by then, everybody who had already done mushrooms before was playing madden 2009, i tried to draw the scoreboard, but couldnt concentrate long enough to do it. everything was moving back and forth, not spinning like when you drink too much.

i was thirsty, i didnt know if it was from the beer, or cottonmouth from the weed, so i got some water. when i got there, all the peanut butter spoons were in the sink piled together in a 90 degree angle. there were two glasses, one above, and one below all the spoons, and another by itself in the other sink next to it, they made an L shape just like the spoons. at that point, every shape seemed to be a shape within a shape, and i could see, in my mind of course, that everything fit together in blocks of matter just like that, built on top of itself.

by that time i really had to pee. i somehow managed to get upstairs to use the bathroom, and i think i peed in the sink. i dont really remember, but then i somehow got back downstairs and back to my chair after having another glass of water. when i came back, they were watching half baked. if youve ever seen it, its made to watch when youre high. the colors were so intense, and the patterns were so intense that i couldnt watch it, so i tried to sleep there in the chair. somebody said i shouldnt go to sleep because i might go into a coma, but then somebody else said i wouldnt, so i fell asleep. i think.

i woke up again, without really knowing if i was asleep or not. my ribs and head were hurting for some reason, and i could taste blood in my mouth. everybody was walking in and out of the sliding glass door in the kitchen, which was right behind where i was sitting. it made sense to me right then and there that i had gone outside and fallen down, but everyone said i hadnt left the chair, and that they were just going outside to have cigarettes. so i tried to go back to sleep again, while they tried to play madden.

i woke up again to see one of my friends holding a pair of buzz trimmers, and some of my hair, i felt my head, and i felt buzzed hair. when i did this, my hair was very long so i ran to the bathroom and saw it was all still there. even though i saw it, i kept running my fingers through it to make sure it was still there. at this time, my neck and ribs were really hurting. after i went and sat back down, my friend asked me if my hair was there, i nodded, and tried to go back to sleep. i couldnt, and i just sat there, dancing as the universe moved through me. i came to the conclusion that everything repeats, for no other reason than it can. that the big bang was the result of a big bounce. i could feel everything beginning, and everything undoing itself throughout my body, and danced in motion with it. eventually i blacked out.

nothing really happened this time, it had only been about an hour and a half after taking the stuff, i think, but i woke up to somebody pouring a glass of water in my lap, and when i was fully awake and in the room, it felt like i pissed myself. i hadnt, but the sensation of wetness was there. after that, i started to feel hot and cold at the same time, and started to freak out a little because i was thinking about this one guy who used to take shrooms all the time, and is now a little crazy. i tried to go back to sleep, but thats all i could think about. i opened my eyes and half baked was on again. my friend was also standing right next to the chair and his pants were orange square pattern on black. they were pajama pants. the pattern of the squares started to run off and flow into the rest of the scene. i looked down at my own pants, which were camo patterned, and they had started to move and jump all over the place. i got up to get water, and when i saw everything was in 90 degree angles in the sink, i smacked the glasses over. all my mind was fixated on was an article i thought i had read at askmen.com that was about how to make somebody permantly insane when theyre shroomin.

i was really freaking out about then. i had to be alone. everything was overstimulating me. there was one place i could be to get away from it all. i walked down the hall to the downstairs bathroom and sat down. i put my hands on my knees and held my head up. everything was bleeding colored outlines of itself over to the next thing, and i felt like i was going to throw up. i put my head down, to throw up on the floor, and there i sat, looking at myself. i was sitting on a throne. giant and muscular. a crown sat atop long auburn hair that obscured my face.

as i sat in my throne, i was also sitting in judgement. I could feel at that instant, the entire universe looking at me in accusation. not of a single deed, but of an entire life. my entire life. even the things i havent done yet. i was upon my throne and being held accountable for everything i had ever done. i was terrified at this point. not terrified in the cliche' theres a killer after me, but terrified that my entire life was wrong. that everything i had ever done was wrong.

i snapped back into reality. i had locked myself in the bathroom so nobody would bother me, the toilet didnt even work so why should they have. idk... somebody who's voice i didnt recognize said i had to come out of there, i thought it was a cop, so i drifted back away, hoping it was just a hallucination i had been having. i had kept thinking at that point that i wasnt in the real world, because it felt like i was in a long hallway filled with doors, and that i could choose where my hallucinations went. of course, i didnt see the hallway, thats just the best way i can describe it right now, like i was looking into a window of a different reality, and if i wanted to, i could enter it. think the hallway between the pharoe and yugi in yu gi oh. when i heard the guy's voice, i thought i had just wandered into a bad reality, and tried to escape.

in my mind, i did some sort of zooming out, like going through a wormhole backwards type of feeling. i looked up again and i was still in that bathroom, and i could hear my one friend calling me to come out. i stood up and looked in the mirror. my hair was still there, and i didnt have any bruises on my ribs or neck or head. i still hadnt acknowledged that they were standing there, but i knew in that moment, if i could just open the bathroom door and walk back out into the hallway, that my trip would be over, it was like a weird rpg quest requirement, like having zelda's letter to get up death mountain. as i reached for the door, i felt the entire universe inside me, like i knew where everything was, and what everyone was doing on the other side of the door. i grabbed the doorknob, and turned it, unlocking it, and walked out to see everyone standing by it. all five of my friends were there waiting for me to come out. when i stepped out into the hallway, i felt incredibly powerful. i could feel something more inside me. my brain wasnt quite through being numb yet, but i felt warm, and thirsty. i drank some water, and i wasnt thirsty anymore. my mouth wasnt dry, and i was able to walk straight again.

i could feel the presence of god inside me, and everything i touched. everything and everyone in the apartment had the same presence inside of them that i had in me. god was inside all of us, the furniture, the ps3, the windows, the water, the cups, the peanut butter, the beer etc, and i could feel this calling in me. it was telling me that i had to stop doing bad things to my body, because when i harmed myself, i harmed god. i took the rest of my beer, a small amount, and poured it down the sink. i considered taking the rest of the pot and tossing it outside in the wind, but it wasnt mine, and wasnt my decision to do so.

two of us started talking about what i felt when i was in the bathroom. he told me at one point or another, we had all felt the same thing, that we sat upon our throne and were either judged, or were bigger than everything. we had all felt some sort of divine presence within ourselves, and towards the end of my trip, as i stood there in the kitchen talking to this total stranger, i knew exactly what he was going to say before he even said it. not word for word, not a loose interpretation based on my own expectations, but an exact anticipation of what he was about to tell me.

he told me the first time he had tripped, he felt the divine presence, and knew exactly why he was the way he was. he asked me what i felt, and i told him i felt an intense fear of the universe's judgement. i've come to realize that this fear is to blame for most of what is wrong with me. that i am paranoid, and that i am afraid of how others perceive me for one reason or another. i learned through this that everything i do is a result of the struggle between two forces in my life; desire, and fear. that they temper one another, and because of the imbalance, i am who i am.

he took my notebook and asked me what i had drawn, i had started to draw the scoreboard from madden, but couldnt concentrate on it because it was on lined paper. then he flipped to another sketch i had done of this place. the only people i had put into the sketch were the family. he asked me who that guy was pulling the wagon with the kids in it. i said it was just some guy, and he said no, it was me. he told me i could have taken that picture at anytime, but i chose to take it when the people were in it, and that i only included the four people in it because they were important to me. he told me that it was that which i desired most. i wanted to be that guy with the wife and two kids in the wagon on the beach.

two people had gone upstairs to go to sleep around that time, and another had pulled the blanket off the couch and was curled up on the floor. i knew in my mind that i had to go home, because it was almost 3 am. the whole trip had only lasted about five hours, but time had been distorted in my perceptions throughout. when i was trying to leave, i couldnt find three of my games, but i knew that if i looked in some random spot, they would be there, and two of them were. i couldnt find the other. they went in my bag, and i was looking for my keys. i knew they were in there somewhere, but i couldnt find them in any of the pockets. so i put it down and i told myself that if i were to look under some papers in one pocket, it would be there. i looked, and they were. maybe it was the shrooms, but right about then i felt like Neo. i could control everything that happened to me, and everything else as well. i got my coat on, and when i had my shoes on, one of my friends told me i shouldnt leave b/c he thought i was still fucked up. i told him that everything was going to be ok, that i could control the universe. i started to walk down the street to where i parked my car, but it wasnt right where i thought it was. i kept walking, telling myself that it didnt get towed for not having a city sticker, that it would be right there, and it was parked right on the other side of a chevy tahoe. i got in and the windows were frosted over, it was about 38*F. i turned everything on and got the heat going, and turned on the navigation. i put in my address, and when i could see enough around the frost, i drove away.

i passed a few streets following the directions perfectly, but still ended up getting lost. without remembering how i got there in the first place, because all the buildings looked the exact same, damn suburbs, i knew that if i turned right at the next street, it would lead me out. i could feel the divine presence guiding me, and i didnt hit one red light the entire way home. i woke up the next morning in my bed, my shoes were off by the door, my coat was hanging on an the bathroom door, and i still felt like dancing. the feeling only wore off that night, when i had eaten enough to push all the rest of the shrooms out of my body. I had come to the conclusion that i didnt need to drink/smoke/do drugs ever again. not out of that fear, but as a result of the divine presence within me and everything else. today, i feel like i control the universe a lot less, but i understand the balance between desire and fear a lot more.

all in all, i would say that i wont ever do shrooms again, and definitely would recommend that none of you ever do it. it just wasnt worth it at all. you dont need to experience it, i thought that i did, but now that its happened, i can just believe that everything is connected and built on top of everything else.

[Stars]

That was most...bizarre.

all in all, i would say that i wont ever do shrooms again, and definitely would recommend that none of you ever do it. it just wasnt worth it at all. you dont need to experience it, i thought that i did, but now that its happened, i can just believe that everything is connected and built on top of everything else.

And you ruined my chance for a "just say 'no'" reference with that last paragraph by preempting me. D=
Though I'm sure you've already realized that beer, shrooms, and resin all at the same time probably wasn't a good idea anyway. o.o

[Vicious Parker]

I think we were "this close" to having another Resonator on our hands.

[Vash The Stampede]

Yay finally a topic I'm adept with..

As you all should know by now, I'm a hippy, in that I only do certain drugs. Also, because of my being brought into the drug culture by Old Hippies, I have acquired knowledges of drugs...

There are five types of psychotropic reactions from shrooms.

The Fear, Nothing is right.. For no reason whatsoever, your scared. You know that it will never "be ok". This is the trip Johnny Depp has "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" Some think The Fear is the result of the amygdala being over stimulated. Because of the tendency of a person, to feel excessive hunger and/or sexual urges after the effects of the drug have ended.

Extrasensory overload- Often characterized by "Bleeding of colors". This be when your brain is working at over normal levels. Like when in Sci Fiction, a ships power cells are damaged, and non essential systems are shut down or scaled back. A persons scenes will be effected. Eye will track in the begging. This will lead to the retain not being able to send signals properly. This forces the brain to read the incorrect signals, and produce incorrect output. Much like when your Video adapter fails, and you monitor get incorrect color information. This data is wrong but your Northbridge cant see the data is wrong, so it will send it regardless.

Extrasensory Deterioration is the most common form of tripping. Extrasensory Deterioration causes hallucinations. Thing you see and hear, that are not there. The Visual Cortex produces far to may signals, and your brain isn't equiped to handle this strain, so it diverts information to the memory to be called up immediately. Causing you to "see" things that are not there. For the most part anything odd you see, are in hole or peices of thinks you've seen in the past....

Extrasensory Manifest- Like Extrasensory Deterioration, Extrasensory Manifest will result in hallucinations. But unlike the previous, It effects taste and touch. The drug effect you Central Nervous System, and your Olfactory Nerves. Much like the Monitor receiving incorrect signals from computer in EO. This is like the computer receiving incorrect signals from the keyboard and mouse, cause incorrect output on your Notepad.

The Guide , or an Out of Body Experience. I really have no science to back this one up, nor do I have experience. But people i trust have had this type before, and tell me of it's existence. This is the type of trip Native Americans speak of. Though I've have never been able to do Peyote, the drug is said to cause this kind of trip. From what I've been told, in this trip, you are led places by an unknown entity, for an unknown reason. Before the end of the trip, you will know the reason and what is leading you, if you've earned it.

One can experiance multiple types at the same time.

Which 'trip' you have, depends on certain factors.
1. The manor in which the shrooms were produced>a
2. The environment in which the shrooms were consumed>

Some shrooms are grown in controlled environments. This can cause one of two effect. The caps and stems to be of great quality, or they will be poor. The knowledgeably of the grower is a good factor in this.

Whilst other shrooms you get will be picked form cow feces. These will be of median or high quality. But there be an inherent heath risk associated with mushrooms harvested in this manor. There is a possibility of germs being on the stems when harvested, and these germs will spread to all stems and caps during the harvesting process. So washing of your Mushrooms is advisable.

As you mentioned in your post, environmental stimuli has great effect on ones trip. Most things that case visual and audio stimuli, will greatly effect your trip.

The fist trip I has was horrible, I got The Fear. One cannot know The Fear until they have had it. But from The Fear, I gained great understanding.
About three mouths after this trip, I spoke to friend of mine. She is a 58 year old woman, whom I believe is a real hippy. Before we consumed the shrooms, we had watched a dvd. Near the end, we begin our trip. The dvd went off and the lights were already down. No one turned off the tv or the dvd player. So that blue screen was all the light in the room... Lisa thought that may have been the cause of my getting The Fear.
Later that day, she pulled an eighth out of her box, and we ate three caps each. Before we ate these caps, she told me she would control the situation, to ensure I had a wonderfull trip.

Lisa be the person who gave me my fist pot. She did this on my sixteenth birthday. I have know the woman most of my life, so she knew me really well. Needless to say, the trip was perfect.

My point.... Every thing in a trip happens for a reason. Understanding a trip, not just remembering a trip, can tell you things about yourself.
Whilst your tripping the norm, the status quo, is out the window. Your mind works as it always doses, just a lot faster.

My advise? Copy and Past what you posted to Word, add in anything you may have left out, duble space and print it. Go thorugh it a couple of times line by line... Making notes.
Noting why it may have happened. (I.E. I though I was in a volcano, because the carpet was red)
and how it compairs to the way you normally think and act.

You will find out important things about yourself.

Shrooms are a special drug... I really think they are a gift from god to man.. So that we may use our minds in a different way for a short period of time.

P.S. Isn't it odd how time feel soooooooo much longer whilst your are on shooms.
Last time I did shrooms it felt like a day had past... The trip lasted like an hour and a half.

Also, how when you do shrooms with people regularly, your trips will last the same amount of time.

[Stars]

I thought the point of the topic was "don't do shrooms."

[lazlo falconi]

The point of this thread is, "Kasper thought something happened, but actually it didn't, but he feels better about it not happening today."

[kspr]

there really was no point to it all, i just wanted to describe my experience to someone anonymous.

[Vicious Parker]

Understandable.

[lazlo falconi]

Oh, so I'm just "Someone anonymous" to you now? What happened? I thought we were gonna move to Montana and start a family, and be ready for the end of the world... Whatever man. Just... Fine. Whatever.

[kspr]

right now youre all anonymous. when we move to the farm in montana to start the klan of kalamitous intent, we'll be acquainted. odds are we'll have to share radiation suits