Swaggin916
07-15-2013, 12:49 AM
So yea pretty self explanatory. I am not a Shroom rookie as I have taken them 6 or 7 times now, but this time holy shit... literally. Me and my buddy decided to go to Lake Tahoe this weekend and figured that shrooming in such a beautiful environment sounded like a great idea. I'm guessing what we ate was about 4 grams each and the most I have ever had before this was around 3... possibly even only as much as 2.5. I am not sure exactly.
After consumption, it took the standard 30 minutes to kick in. We spent about 5 minutes talking about this particular hotel and how a portion of it looked like a samurai would live there... when you are on shrooms, the simplest topic of conversation seems like the most interesting conversation you have ever had. At that point, we were heading up the roller coaster and I knew once we sat down somewhere, shit was about to go down. Sitting down seems to intensify the trip. We found a prime spot on the beach and just chilled there. No less than 5 minutes later, we peaked, and the the wild rollercoaster ride began.
For me, usually I am very clear minded and can have conversations while peaking, and generally very enlightening ones as well. This time around... I could barely speak more than a few words at a time and every time I did it was moreso just to snap me back into reality. The wind felt indescribable against my face, the sand kept moving around as if it was alive, the water and waves kept changing colors, and people's voices around me started to become incomprehensible as there was such a complete shift in audio comprehension. I could go on for a while about everything that was going on... but more or less it was just like oh my god this is ridiculous. During a few moments I was uncomfortable and just felt like getting out of it because I was paranoid about all the people around. I just feel like I might be acting weird... but in reality, I am totally fine. During those moments I just tell myself to be cool and it works. Eventually I hope to be totally calm and not fight the trip, but for now there is still a bit of non acceptance about it in certain environments.
The comedown is always the most fun for me because you are connected with the people you are shrooming with on such an explainable level. As we headed back from the beach, I legitimately had no idea where we were going for a while so I followed my buddy. Once it looked like he didn't know where we were going I took the lead and led us to the right place... and it kept going like that until we got back to the car. I just sort of let the shrooms take me where I need to go that's the only way I can describe it.
Once we got back to the car, we just sat there for a while and both of us had the worst gas. We were farting left and right and I kept getting these horrible gas bubbles in my stomach and then they would release when I finally unleashed the fart... so I thought I was taking care of the problem. But no, no I wasn't. We finally decided to get out of the hotbox we were creating in the car (even though the windows were down), and head back into the casino. As soon as I got out of the car though, I felt a rush of shit almost fly out of my ass. I held it, but barely. I knew I couldn't make it through another sequence like that so I started panicking and hoped if I ran I could make it to the bathroom in the casino. There was nowhere else I could have shat around there because people were around and I'm sure would have been absolutely horrified if I just popped a squat and let loose... and no more than 5 seconds later I had another rush and this time it was coming out. I hopped back in the car and shit myself half to death. It was complete slush and was practically lifting me off the seat due to the shear force and gas pushing it out. I then pissed my pants because at that point I had no control over my bodily functions. Fortunately my sense of smell was complete shit (no pun intended) at that moment so I didn't have to suffer the smell (plus your own shit isn't that bad anyway right?), but my friend was not so lucky and even though he was outside the car whilst all of this was happening, the smell coming from the vehicle was enough to make him vomit.
So there I sat, in my own fecal matter, completely exhausted from the shroom experiencing, and feeling about as low as possible. Of course I was laughing about it at the same time, but I didn't know how I could salvage the night. Our plan was to go out to casinos/bars/clubs/etc. afterwards, but at that point I was like dude I think I just want to go home. I smelled like shit and shit was all over my leg... I would have had to find a shower to clean off and I just didn't want to go in anywhere where there were people. Not only that, I was totally exhausted and going out and doing stuff didn't sound that great anyway. I ditched the pants I was wearing, put on some other pants, and used shirts/shorts/anything I could find to put on my seat, which was soaking wet, and we proceeded to drive home... with the windows down.
T'was quite a day.
After consumption, it took the standard 30 minutes to kick in. We spent about 5 minutes talking about this particular hotel and how a portion of it looked like a samurai would live there... when you are on shrooms, the simplest topic of conversation seems like the most interesting conversation you have ever had. At that point, we were heading up the roller coaster and I knew once we sat down somewhere, shit was about to go down. Sitting down seems to intensify the trip. We found a prime spot on the beach and just chilled there. No less than 5 minutes later, we peaked, and the the wild rollercoaster ride began.
For me, usually I am very clear minded and can have conversations while peaking, and generally very enlightening ones as well. This time around... I could barely speak more than a few words at a time and every time I did it was moreso just to snap me back into reality. The wind felt indescribable against my face, the sand kept moving around as if it was alive, the water and waves kept changing colors, and people's voices around me started to become incomprehensible as there was such a complete shift in audio comprehension. I could go on for a while about everything that was going on... but more or less it was just like oh my god this is ridiculous. During a few moments I was uncomfortable and just felt like getting out of it because I was paranoid about all the people around. I just feel like I might be acting weird... but in reality, I am totally fine. During those moments I just tell myself to be cool and it works. Eventually I hope to be totally calm and not fight the trip, but for now there is still a bit of non acceptance about it in certain environments.
The comedown is always the most fun for me because you are connected with the people you are shrooming with on such an explainable level. As we headed back from the beach, I legitimately had no idea where we were going for a while so I followed my buddy. Once it looked like he didn't know where we were going I took the lead and led us to the right place... and it kept going like that until we got back to the car. I just sort of let the shrooms take me where I need to go that's the only way I can describe it.
Once we got back to the car, we just sat there for a while and both of us had the worst gas. We were farting left and right and I kept getting these horrible gas bubbles in my stomach and then they would release when I finally unleashed the fart... so I thought I was taking care of the problem. But no, no I wasn't. We finally decided to get out of the hotbox we were creating in the car (even though the windows were down), and head back into the casino. As soon as I got out of the car though, I felt a rush of shit almost fly out of my ass. I held it, but barely. I knew I couldn't make it through another sequence like that so I started panicking and hoped if I ran I could make it to the bathroom in the casino. There was nowhere else I could have shat around there because people were around and I'm sure would have been absolutely horrified if I just popped a squat and let loose... and no more than 5 seconds later I had another rush and this time it was coming out. I hopped back in the car and shit myself half to death. It was complete slush and was practically lifting me off the seat due to the shear force and gas pushing it out. I then pissed my pants because at that point I had no control over my bodily functions. Fortunately my sense of smell was complete shit (no pun intended) at that moment so I didn't have to suffer the smell (plus your own shit isn't that bad anyway right?), but my friend was not so lucky and even though he was outside the car whilst all of this was happening, the smell coming from the vehicle was enough to make him vomit.
So there I sat, in my own fecal matter, completely exhausted from the shroom experiencing, and feeling about as low as possible. Of course I was laughing about it at the same time, but I didn't know how I could salvage the night. Our plan was to go out to casinos/bars/clubs/etc. afterwards, but at that point I was like dude I think I just want to go home. I smelled like shit and shit was all over my leg... I would have had to find a shower to clean off and I just didn't want to go in anywhere where there were people. Not only that, I was totally exhausted and going out and doing stuff didn't sound that great anyway. I ditched the pants I was wearing, put on some other pants, and used shirts/shorts/anything I could find to put on my seat, which was soaking wet, and we proceeded to drive home... with the windows down.
T'was quite a day.