DOSE: T+ 0:00	1.75 g	oral	Mushrooms - P. cubensis
T+ 5:00		smoked	Cannabis
T+ 0:00		oral	Coffee

BODY WEIGHT:

180 lb

On Saturday, December 15th, I had planned to sit for my friend Seabass, who was trying his first hallucinogen, morning glory seeds. However, he didn't end up getting the seeds, so we ended up splitting some mushrooms I had. This turn of events was probably for the better, considering that mushrooms are considerably more forgiving than morning glory seeds, and they have less annoying side effects. I've had a few experiences with mushrooms before, and have experienced different levels of trippage depending on who I get them from and how I consume them. Traditionally I would take an 8th of an ounce, but recently the potency of mushrooms my wonderful supplier has been providing has skyrocketed to levels where I could get open eye visuals off a 32nd of an ounce, and full on dreamstate with a 16th. However, I must note that I'm extraordinarily sensitive to most substances. In fact, two puffs of cannabis will leave me sprawled out on the floor hearing electronic blips and beeps. Even with this sensitivity, I've found mushrooms to be extremely manageable, and much less confusing/muddling than weed.

Seabass and I arranged for another friend, Dave, to make sure we were okay and transport us from place to place as necessary. We arrived at Dave's house, prepared the mushrooms in a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, and consumed the goodies. Because we put them in the sandwich, the onset was slow and gradual, just the way I like it. We chilled at Dave's for about half an hour before leaving to go to Tower Records. By the time we arrived at Tower, subtle effects were taking hold. The group seperated, and we all went off into the corners of the store. I started getting visuals while listening to some decent ambient at one of the store's crappy, non-working listening stations. I was eager to see how my friend was doing, this being his first dive into the realm of psychedelic substances. I eventually caught up with him, only to discover that I was tripping much harder than he was. This didn't surprise me, because I know that being aware of the mushroom's effects and having past experience with them makes them stronger and more apparent. In fact, the first time I used the substance, I barely felt anything. It was so natural, so subtle, that it plum slipped right under my radar and became a normal part of my thinking.

We were sitting in chairs in the jazz section, and I was attempting to catch some decent visuals on the patterned carpet. Much to my satisfaction, I experienced fantastic crop circle visuals and three-dimensional movement. On the psychological level, I felt very open, giddy, and excited about what the evening would bring. My fellow tripper began to notice these visuals when I pointed them out, and expressed a reasonable amount of surprise, considering this was his first time ever hallucinating at all.

Eventually, we left the record store and started going to a friend's house to pick him up. We had Future Sound of London playing in the car, and my friend and I were discussing truth and intrapersonal relations. As usual, the most profound and enjoyable effect that mushrooms have is the facilitation of honesty and insight into new or unconsidered points of view. The conversation absolutely flowed, and my friend and I were having a wonderful time discussing anything and everything. We had no difficulty with concentration or communication, and we were able to easily see new paradigms on old issues. Visually, the world was breaking itself into geometric eyes whenever I blinked. Slowly but surely, these CEVs invaded my open eyes, and I began seeing many objects as polygonal eyes. I was verbally ranting about all the eyes, but I was actually having a good time. Mentally, I was sober and able to deal with the intensity of the visuals.

We began to drive toward a local park, and on the way, I began to notice trends in the conversation. We seemed to float from dark to light, from carnal to spiritual. We flowed back and forth, and when we were on the dark side we would be giggling, making strange noises, yelling, going insane, and making fun of all the pretentious hippie bullshit we were spewing on the light side. We would then return to the light side, denouncing our brief stint in silly physicality and instinct. This dark side was incredibly enjoyable and not scary in any way, I don't want to give off the impression that it was; it was just a curious phenomenon. It was like the psychological backlash to placing the ego on a higher spiritual plane. The pendulum would swing that way the whole time, and I found it added an interesting twist and balance to the whole experience.

Once at the park, we spent twenty minutes running around like madmen, hugging and screaming and jumping around like children. It was fantastic, refreshing, energizing. It was freedom in the purest sense. This was one of the other feelings that runs deep in my mushroom experiences; a return to childlike mannerisms and thought parallelling an ageless flow of wisdom coming in on the cosmic radio. Our gracious host was getting restless in his own sobriety, and had arranged to meet some guys to get some weed. We waited in his car, and I spent much of the time cuddling with my friends and closing my eyes to catch glimpses of everchanging fractal vorteces of eyes and mushrooms. My imagination had leapt into overdrive, and these visuals were simply astounding.

When the weed finally arrived, my fellow tripper had decided against smoking any. We were coming down, and were for the most part sober. However, I'm a very impulsive guy, and against my better judgment a took a couple hits off the blunt. As soon as the marijuana started to take effect, I was skyrocketed past the peak of the mushroom trip into some other worldview completely. I couldn't concentrate, my thoughts were floaty and distant, and everywhere I looked the closed eye visuals of the fractal vortex had mapped themselves onto the real world. I saw faces moaning on the sidewalk, and everything was in constant flux. To be honest, it really sucked. I was scared, confused, angry at myself... I really wanted some food to make the marijuana wear off.

The weather was freezing, but Seabass and I trekked west to the 7-11. The walk felt like it would last forever, and I was becoming more and more paranoid by the minute. I wasn't sure if it would ever wear off, and the thought of being stuck in this state forever became a reasonable possibility in my stoned-out mind . I couldn't stop walking or my body would go numb, and I couldn't stop thinking or my mind would float off into the visuals which had moved from the realm of cool and into the territory of menacing and annoying.

When we got to the 7-11, I ate a few munchies and had some coffee. By that time, our friends were done smoking and had come to pick us up and take us all home. I was relieved to arrive at my house. I went inside, turned on the Christmas tree and fireplace and flopped down on the couch. I waited there in relative comfort for the marijuana and shrooms to wear off enough to allow me to sleep. Eventually I made my way upstairs and into bed, exhausted from the adventures of the evening.

In retrospect, I wouldn't combine cannabis and mushrooms. It does have a powerful synergistic effect and can really boost the shrooms, but the mental confusion and paranoia isn't worth it in any way. However, I don't like cannabis too much anyway, and it could just my personal dislike of being stoned.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11392
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Oct 21, 2019	Views: 918
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