First time: Shrooms.

Jag far ta och skriva detta pa engelska, da allt hande "pa engelska" under trippen, och pga engelsk-sprakigt tangentbord, blir nog for jobbigt att lasa for er annars. Iaf, har e det.

Jag e 18 bast, 1.86 och vager typ 88 kilo.

Drugs:
An unknown amount of CB
2+ grams of cubensis.

Set & Setting
I could probably not have started with a much worse setting.
I'd been down, almost mildly depressed, until this day, and very thoughtful about everything negative.
Also, I had tested to reincarnate myself, and a "relative" of mine said "Don't do drugs, they will devastate you". So I had it set up for a really bad trip, but I felt that I had to do them anyway by some strange reason.

The Setting wasn't that good either, since I didn't know anyone except one guy, and he's not someone I usually hang out with. First I was in a car, with a high driver, in the darkness, on roads with hard corners everywhere. Than in a strange and dirty house full with drunk strangers (This is where I were pretty much the whole trip).


Intro

The night started out with Matt picking me up at 21.40, together with some girl I never had seen before. We drove off to some area where we could take a cruise without the cops busting' in on us.
The blunt starts going 'round and 'round in the car, I get just perfectly high, it simply felt great. Time flies by, and at about 22.00-22.10, we pull over so Matt and I can get our shrooms on.
That didn't work too good, it tasted way to bad for Matt to swallow them, so we went over to a Walgreen’s to get something to drink.
Said and done, we popped the shrooms; me with water, and the idiot called Matt got them down with soda. Before he got to finish 'em all, he threw up all over his hoodie, shorts and the car. By that time, I was all done with the flesh of god. Anyway, he got to finish 'em, and we kept driving.

Let's make it pop.

Since I had studied some about these beautiful lil' things, I kinda knew what was coming. And it came. I could see how the streetlights became stronger, and the interiors of the car started to get a purple glow. I simply started to feel better and better, it was like the high from the CB got boosted for a while, with colors added to it.
We flew past all kinds of fast-food stores, and I started laughing about how fat everyone was. And all the signs looked funny too. I smoked a few cigarettes and drank some water during this time, and it all tasted and felt better than usual.
A small dose of euphoria was coming down on me, and I was the happiest guy ever (I thought).
The trip was getting better and better as we drove around, and we finally got to some strange house, with drunk idiots in it.


By now, I have no idea in what order everything happened, but I remember the locations, so I'll just write what happened in each location.
All of the places are in the strange and messy house though.

The back-terrace

I know I checked the clock constantly out on the terrace even though time didn’t matter to me, they were just numbers. But I remember seeing 11.20 pm on my cell while sitting out there. I sat there and in my own little world while smoking a couple of cigarettes. I remember hitting a pipe of weed a couple of times too.
The terrace was located between 2 rows of houses, so there was no street where I was sitting, and a spotlight could be seen sweeping over the clear night sky. The terrace was made out of grey wooden boards, and a huge tree stood proud just in front of it. Other trees could be seen all over the area of backyards, some with all their leaves, some with leaves missing here and there.
All the trees in the background was waving when I looked at them, like they where talking to each other. I could hear crickets for a while, and they sang to me, and in some mystical way, I understood their song. During this period I saw patterns of Indian signs and different shapes and tunnels while closing my eyes. The Indian patterns also got me moving my upper body around in some way that reminded of some form of a trance.
The tree that was just in front of me spoke to me in some mystical way too, and its leaves all became different faces that all whispered to each other and to me. Some of them looked threatening, and some looked nice or confused. All of them were individual, just like us humans.
Their own personalities got my thinking of how unique and complex the world are, how every little detail makes a matter in how the world ends up, and how perfect every little part is (can’t explain it better than that). All kinds of thoughts similar to insights came to me, and I was extremely happy that the nature was nice enough to tell me all this. I felt special, like the universe was treating me better than everyone else in this very moment.
Than I felt a bit sad when I understood that not everyone was understand what I understood. A tear mixed of happiness (cause of all the beautiful things) and sadness (cause people were left out from this) fell. But I wasn’t really upset, just enlightened.
Than I sat and thought (all thought were much more advanced than words, more like an emotional universal language) about understanding, and how important it is to understand everyone. I told the tree this in the English language, that “Understand me”, “Me understand”, “Important understanding” while smiling.
I also thought about how everyone’s so different that they see the world out of extremely different perspectives based on their impressions from past experiences from this and the spirit world.
The grey wooden floor also spoke to me, through faces of tormented spirits that was floating around in the fluid wooden floor. I felt sad for these trapped and haunted spirits.
People came out sometime during this time too and asked if I were okey (They were probably reacting on my circular movement of my head and the discussion with the tree). Why didn’t they understand that I wanted to be left alone with the universe? Than I realized that they were in the normal world, smiled at them and nodded to make them understand that I was okey.
The dogs that sometimes where out on the terrace with me had a lot better understanding though, it felt like they almost were at the same level as me.


The kitchen

Now this place was messed up. Way too much things to look at, and the drunk and strange people kinda frightened me. Matt was fighting with people, as his trip was really strange (at least it seemed like it). I know I was in the extremely dirty and messy kitchen on several occasions, and all the time the people was acting strange. I didn’t really understand why they were doing what they were doing, and why they were saying the things they said. Everyone’s eyelids looked like the hats of mushrooms too (this was constant while their faces mutated irregularly).
Every time I stood up I was amazed how cool everything was, I was thinking a lot more about details, like everything was new to me. I realized why small kids always need to look at things, and why dogs always stop and investigate everything. I realized that I was being dragged “backwards” in human development, but that growing into a rational and older person was equal to getting more ignorant and less understanding. I understood that children are a lot more close to their emotions and think in a lot more universal emotional language (yea, exactly). At one time while I was going to my sofa, I just stood and pointed at the wall, and smiled in understanding how beautiful it was. But the others didn’t seem to realize all the great details; they were way to “grown up”.
I also remember Matt asking the guy that owned the house if he was going to die. That kind of spooked me, and I felt responsible for giving Matt those thoughts, since it was I that had gotten us the shrooms.





Jag har mer att skriva, men kl. e mitt i natten i USA, sa skriver farligt imorgon ist. Ni far ocksa ursakta ev. sprakfel, och dalig styckeindelning, da jag i stort sett bara har skrivit utan att fundera over texten nu.
Tack, peace.


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okej, skrivit fardigt rapporten nu, men hela inlagget far tydligen inte plats i en post, sa inlagg 5 i denna trad innehaller resten av texten.

Det lät ju som en bra tipp specielt med tanke på att set och settings var så dåliga.

Antar att du är ganska nöjd med hur det gick?

Instämmer, det där lät ju hur ball som helst.
Cubensis, är det psilocybin eller psilosin i dem?

Grymt skrivet!
att du skrev på engelska var inte alls dåligt, det fick en viss charm i det hela, föreställde mig allt hur coolt som helst.

Wish I had been there.

Thumbs up!

väldigt nice! diggade också engelskan man kom in mer i berättelsen på nåt vis,
ska bli kul att läsa resten du har att dela med dig.

The bathroom

The most intense pattern was I saw during the night was actually in the bathroom. The walls of this place had a whiteish background with blue or green patterns on it. These patterns made the whole room breathe, and a couple of times it took me a while to realize what everything was, how walls was solid, and what a distance was. This and the big bathroom mirror made this room every interesting. I was watching my changing and very funny-looking face, while having a whole room that lacked dimension (or had to many). It was just awesome. And taking a leak was so much better than usual too; it was on the same level as having an orgasm actually.


The Sofa

I spent a lot of time in this one. This awesome sofa, overused, torn and ugly, with sitting holes in its shape and pillows so messed up that it’s hard to describe. It was placed in one end of a room, with a big empty carpeted floor (torn of course), a big old chair and a TV with including stereo-appliances. There was also a shell with a bunch of DVDs that tended to change shape into different twisted faces.
While sitting in this torn old sofa, I realized a lot of things, which I can’t explain with words, while seeing the tormented faces in a particular spot in the ceiling, and in the palm of my hand. The fan hanging from the ceiling had patterns in it that gave the answers to many questions that I though of earlier during the night.
The guy that owned the house and his friend came in and talked to me, about how they got laid earlier during the night, how awesome it would have been if they were on shrooms too (I remember feeling sorry for them cause they only smoked weed and drank vodka). They tried to get me to do a tattoo also, but luckily I wasn’t that high that I couldn’t say no. But the though stayed with me for a long time after that. The owner of the houses friend scared me a bit too, as he was really ugly (for real), and said strange things. But all these things that should’ve been bad didn’t really affect me, I was just aware of them.
The sound-system in the room was awesome. When the first guy turned it up, and the bass invaded the house, I could feel how I was floating in the vibrations, and how the guitar-rips tickled my whole nerve-system. I loved music, and the radio station we were listening to was playing music from Soundgarden, Rage Against the Machine and Pink Floyd. I loved it. It was so intense, and even Spoonman sounded like the best song in the world (I don’t like it sober though).
The TV with this sound-system added to it was so awesome too, and when Shrek II started playing I almost cried cause how beautiful it was. I was amazed how many details it really had, and how the animators could do all that. And the film itself, this stupid old film, was so great. I just loved it and got dragged into the story like I never have before. The “wow’s” I kept saying throughout the whole night came very often during the time I watched it. After a while, the guys went to sleep in the basement, and I was alone.
Finally, I (still high, starting to come down) realized that I was tired, so I laid down on the couch with all the dogs and tried to sleep, but like anticipated, it didn’t work. But I didn’t want to watch any more of Shrek (the good ferry mother or whatever angered me, I didn’t like her), so I turned my back against the TV and started understanding how nice this sofa was by letting me sleep on it. So I became friends with it, and had a ‘lil conversation about anything usual with it. It felt good, and after a tour to the bathroom, I was finally able to go to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and felt like a new person. Everything was so clear (even though I slept like 5 hours including several breaks in my sleep) and I had a great feeling of understanding of how the world worked.
I also realized that I shouldn’t do drugs, that they devastate me, and that I’m only wasting my life on them (except psilocybin). So I decided to become sober and drug-free for the rest of my life. (I realized all this during my trip, but didn’t see it really happening until when I woke up). The guys that I found strange the night before was really nice this morning (even though I saw that they did way to much drinking and drugs and that they weren’t people that I would hang out with). I still don’t know their names, but they gave me a ride home, and at 9.30 I was standing in the shower at home.

This trip gave me a lot, even though it only was on 2ish grams. I don’t think I will stay away from alcohol (even though I should as I’m somewhat of an alcoholic), but I won’t smoke weed any more. I’ll stick with shrooms like once a month, and not to party, but to think. They opened a whole new world to me, and I want to explore it further. I’d like to thank all the people that have written stuff about shrooms here on Flashback (especially Knarkkorven, as his tutorials really helped me understand stuff), cause without the knowledge about psilocybin, I wouldn’t have tried them.



Tack for att ni laste, hoppas ni gillade lasningen, och att alla smafel och upplagget inte storde allt for mkt.
Ar mottagbar for kritik, positiv som negativ, allt uppskattas.
Och ater igen, dessa texter ar inte redigerade, sa fel i stavning, upplagg och ordfojld forekommer sakert, hoppas det inte stor allt for mkt.


bIZong, jo fan, mest underbara kanslan jag kant, detta kommer upprepas

Fläsk!, antar att det ar psyilocybin i sjalva svampen, och att det blir psilosin av det i kroppen senare. Om du menar om det fanns i svampen tror jag inte det (psilosin forsvinner vel ur svampen da den torkar?)

Tackar for alla andra inlagg, skrivna som kommande

Grym rapport..svampar verkar skit häftigt!

Finfin rapport!

Att ta svamp första gången i en sådan setting är något av det dummaste man kan göra. Du kommer förstå varför om du väljer att utforska svampen vidare. Du hade tur att det gick så bra som det gjorde.

Det där med att man vill sluta knarka när man svampat är för övrigt inte alls ovanligt. Psykedelia används för att bota missbrukare, med gott resultat.

svamp är jävligt häftigt, den roligaste drogen som finns!

Jo, jag vet ju det, och visste redan innan, men tror faktist att jag ville ha en snetripp, da jag ar valdigt sjalvdestruktiv nar jag e nere. (Inte medvetet, men undermedvetet tror jag att det var sa det lag till)
Jo, utforska vidare ska jag, och vet att jag troligen inte kommer lyckas lika bra alla ganger, men ser all erfarenhet som positiv, kanske inte i nuet, men i efterhand ar allt bra for en, negativt som positivt.

Oh fan. Jo, men det ar ju ganska logiskt, da man far sa mkt annat ur "raett" perspektiv, borde man ju ocksa gora det med t.ex. missbruk av droger.
Sa om jag fortsatter med svampen finns det allsa, teoretiskt sett, en storre chans att jag kan bli kvitt mitt mindre behov av alkohol? (kanns som cb't redan e avklarat).

Tack for svaren en en gang

Nice rapport! blir ju sjukt sugen på svamp

Bra skrivit.

Ja, efter 10 år med svamp så har jag fortfarande inte tröttnat. Varje gång är en helt ny upplevelse/liv/erfarenheter/händelser.

Fantastisk drog.