Experiences - First-Time Magic Mushroom Experiences

[AnalBlast]

Yesterday was the first time I ate mushrooms. I went to Holland, were all that stuff is legal, and came back with loads of weed and shrooms. Me and 2 friends were sitting in the woods, and first we smoked a joint. Then we ate our first shroom.. had another joint, waited for 10 minutes, ate another shroom, ... it actually took a while until I started to feel the shrooms. I already read alot about it, and I really didn't know what to expect, but I heard it's very dangerous, since it's possible that you get very angsty. Suddenly, I was looking at my friend, and his whole face was starting to change, and he scared the shit out of me, I thought he was some kind of horror movie character, but I enjoyed it. Then I didn't feel anything for half an hour, and then, all the colours started to change and everything got brighter, en that's when the shrooms started to kick in. I felt explosions in my stomach, and there was gass rising to my head, and I had to burp constantly. The woods was a very awesome place to eat the mushrooms.. all 3 of us started freaking out, my one friend claimed to have seen a man standing right next to him, and he went berzerk, he got nuts. And suddenly, I saw Hitler. He was standing there, right in front of me, watching me. Damn, I loved it. We couldn't get out of the woods, it was like we were stuck, we didn't manage to find a way out, and all the trees were coming closer. Through the trees we saw some kind of gate, leading to death, and we walked right to it and we saw soldiers coming out of it, ahah. The woods then started to change, and it was like we were in some kind of desert, it all looked so big, there wasn't an end. We were standing 5 meters away from eachother, but it looked as if we were standing miles away. Then the desert started to go away, and we "landed" in some kind of paradise, where we had the time of our life. We started jumping up and down and we all felt so good. But then, we were back in those woods.. it was the dark side of our trip, it was insane. We heard all kind of noises, and we were scared as hell, it was like someone was walking towards us, and was ready to smash our fucking skulls. My friend then laid down a bit, and he lighted a lucifer and it fell in his hair, so half of his hair got burned off. But he didn't give a shit. Then we were walking through the dark woods again, and at the end of the path I saw a red light, very scary, bloodred. As we came closer, I saw people hanging from trees, but I knew it was all an illusion and that it wasn't real, so 'twas great. At some point I started to freak out, I heard little children all around me crying and yelling, but my friends calmed me down. The trip lasted for about 6 hours, and it was the best night of my life.

[sterling77]

Sounds pretty intense...seems you have pretty good control over the fact that hallucinations are just illusions. On my first shroom trip I repeated this to myself a few times beforehand...but when the shit started happening it freaked me out! It was pretty cool though when I got back under control, I just rode the trip.

[AnalBlast]

Yeah, it was very positive I knew where I got into. But... the trip didn't end yet, apparently.

Last night something insane happened. I ate the shrooms saturday night,
and yesterday night (sunday night) when I was in bed, I suddenly woke
up, all sweaty, my stomach hurt, and my bed was 'growing', it seemed
like it was getting longer. And then I saw my pillow flying right above
my head.. damn man, I wonder what the hell that was all about.

[sterling77]

I've heard flashbacks are most common in the days after you take the drug. Whatever though, free trip!

[Magische Paddo]

You must stay strong in your mind and thinks its all in your mind. I really like to trip on mushrooms luckely they are legal in here in hollan. Im happy i live here

[afromonkey]

**DISCLAIMER**

This is a story I found written on a badger by SWIM.

About half a year ago, I rashly decided to buy some magic mushrooms
from a shop in a nearby town. I wasn't really aware of sites such as
Erowid or even this forum, and knew very little of what to expect, and
I hadn't even heard the words set/setting in the context of drug use.

As could be expected, my first shroom trip was thus rather a dive into
unknown waters. The drugs I had tried included weed (a few times) and
MDMA, and, of course, the ubiquitous tobacco and alcohol.

The evening started well, if by well, I mean badly. I'd told this girl
that I would be staying at home that evening, and couldn't go into town
(brighton, if you're interested). I know that was wrong, blah blah
blah, but that's not part of this story. I'd arranged to meet barney,
but for now, to preserve his identity, let's call him B. We ended up
with a large (15 people?) group at a pub, and me and 'B' shared a pint.
'B' was feeling stoned or something from earlier in the day, I couldn't
quite gauge how out of it he was, but he seemed relatively normal. I
took the small bag of shrooms out of my pocket and we walked outside
and munched our way through them. The taste wasn't as bad as we had
expected, although perhaps the small amount of alcohol beforehand
helped with the eating. We walked back into the pub, and after about
fifteen minutes, I was feeling noticably 'weird,' and it wasn't just a
hint of a feeling, stuff appeared to be moving. Right about then, I was
told that we were going for a meal. As we walked through brighton,
everything that i saw seemed like it was painted on a sheet, waving
just in front of me. Barney, sorry, 'B' told one of our friends what we
had taken, and he laughed, like a proud but slightly senile
grandparent. Throughout the evening he would tap into the paranoia that
I was feeling by pretending to talk about me etc. Not the most
conducive circumstances to a good trip, but hey, the worst was yet to
come.

At the restaurant, I was trying to read the menu, but every word was
circling around me, in green and purple, and tracing figure of eight
paths around where it should be. I was feeling pretty self-conscious
then, and in my mind, for some unknown reason - I could not let anyone
know what was happening to me. There was a table of women somewhere
near us, and their laughter was freaking me out beyond belief. It was
high, cackly, and awful and it just wouldn't stop, it even carried on
for a long time after I had left the restaurant.

I knew I had to leave the restaurant before they ordered when I looked
over to my left and saw my neighbour playing a guitar with one 3 inch
wide string. I got up and almost ran away from the table, pausing to
say goodbye, acting normal. I ran down to the toilets, and spent a long
time there. My only thought then was getting home, but I had to take
the train. I was running through Brighton centre in the middle of the
night, talking to myself, and coming to what at the time seemed
profound conclusions. I can't remember them today, alas.

Everything I could see was blurring, changing colour and dancing madly.
It was so cold outside, I knew I had to get somewhere warm. I went into
pizza hut to use the toilet, and I tried to make myself sick.

I was too squeamish.

As I was kneeling over the pizza hut toilet, feeling very low. I lost
all perception of my surroundings, I almost blacked out, I guess.

All I knew, for a couple of seconds (minutes? hours?) was my oesophagus. If that sounds melodramatic, it was!

The train journey back was paranoia filled hell, as you can doubtless imagine.

After wandering around lewes aimlessly for what seemed like hours, I
called home to get a lift back, and I attempted to appear 'just drunk'.
It was all going fine, until my father said

''what's wrong with your nose?''

I felt my nose, and it felt like there wasn't one, and it was all slimey with blood. (For the record - it wasn't)

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY NOSE! OH GOD!"

Not the most inconspicuous reply to a simple question.

After getting home and quickly bypassing the rest of my family I went
to bed, still marvelling at the rapidly changing colours, and feeling
for the first time in the whole trip happy (mainly that the worst of
the ordeal was over, but all's well that ends well, as the utilitarians
say)

There could be morals to that little story, but I doubt it.

[neoken]

mine was pretty interesting too. we were in holland visiting my cousin
and his parents dont want him to do any drugs ( good job holland) and
so we went to go get some shroom and ate like 9 of them and came back
to the house were his parents were trying to get me to show them how to
burn a cd. well.. after fumbling around like WHERES THE BURN TO CD LIST
in there right click menu, they said to get cory (my friend) to do it
and i was like OMG THEY KNOW IM ON THEM. and so a little later we went
downstairs to my car to get my modded xbox to watch some yellow
submarine and as we were leaving ( his parents obviously shrooming
veterans) started shouting would u like some tea in ur 2 lumps of sugar
and i sorta disregarded it like omg there gonna mess with us. so cory
goes and opens the door and im in the dining room and there at the
computer in there and i was talking judy ( one of there friends at the
dinner table) and his dad said to me YOUR LEAVING THE DOOR OPEN!! and i
wasn't even near the door so i start heading to the door and go out to
my car and his dad shouts DONT SLAM YOUR DOOR, like they were in
apartments or something. so we come in and we see them there talking
then we walk by them to head upstairs and they just start talking all
this jibberish all at once we couldnt make out what the hell they were
saying. 4 people talking at once all different subjects meant to
confuse us. and so we stare at them and walk up stairs and his mom said
ok and they went back to talking again. this being my first time on
them got the paradigm that they were the wise elder mad hatters and i
was the apprentice to be taught. so after a bunch of self exploring i
jumped to the "next" level and since i found out they were messing with
us i was the one who also was to be mess with people. so after me and
corys 2 hour conversation about fizzlewackers and dolphinfeathers we go
and pick up some chicks. so we meet them and were all chatting outside
my car and cory's wannabe girlfriend pushes him to me and im like
"dude, your a fkn asshole" and all of them just busted out laughing (of
course i knew she pushed him into me. so me and cory were talking about
more plotted toms and even more fizzlewackers in the car on the way
home they were like "what the hell?" and so i found myself as one of
the elder mad hatters and saw new victims to pursue. so after a bunch
more shroom talk we get to his place and we had fun. sex on shrooms is
realllly weird tho... its soo fun to dig in ur pockets tho yoru like
hey, who put this gigantic cave here?

[TokeToke]

Sorry for the long long story, Im hoping to submit it to erowid. But they take a while for the review process to go through, so I wanted to post this here, hopefully some of you guys will take the time to read my 1st trip and a crazy good time...


So finally got my hands on shrooms when my friend got some. So me and him decide to eat the shrooms round about 5 o'clock. A lot between the two of us, I was surprised that the taste didn’t bother me at all. It didn’t mind the taste at all, strangely even liked it in some way.

My friend had done them before, but this was my first time and I knew it was better to take them and go chill, but after taking them we got the call for a party going on later on that night. So we drive to the house the party is atand get there at about 6 to chill until the party starts.We both start tripping a little bit, we eat some more shrooms between me my friend and another friend who was interested in giving it a shot. We finished off the shrooms and poured the rest of the juice in some Gatorade and threw in some grapes in there. After the juice was done, I don’t know if it was the effects of the grapes or not but the grapes just exploded with flavor in my mouth. They were the best grapes ever.

We had all been out back in this chill area on the back porch just enjoying coming into our trip. It was like the start of a roller coaster when you are slowly creeping towards the top before the big drop into all the action and corkscrews...

The "Rollercoaster Ride" was just about to start when the remaining people who were at the house said they were leaving for a while to pick up some booze and other stuff for the party. We were all jus dazed and were just like "okay" as they left. Then as the door shut behind us my friend jumps up and excitedly says "Do you know what they did... they just left 3 kids on Shrooms the house alone!" We all burst into a fit of laughter. Seemed like we were laughing forever (I noticed time moves soooo slow on shrooms) we smoked some crip and chilled for a little bit. Then suddenly the dog comes to the glass door, it’s an old old mopey dog but a lovable one. We all laughed as it slowly creeped its way outside and then looks at us and proceeds to take a big dump in the backyard, Yea I know it's immature and childish... but who cares... we laughed and laughed and this is what actually started the real trip, the steep climb for the rollercoaster was over and I was off on a wild adventure.

We all suddenly went and explored the house by ourselves. Each one looking at different things. We had all been in this house countless times but everything was new and exciting. I wandered into the person’s house's sister’s room and it was amazing. There was a red tint to the light and dozens of teddy bears everywhere, I suddenly found myself amazed by all the lights and colors and teddy bears. It was during this time I started getting very deep into thought, my inside mind was analyzing everything, the past, certain things that have been going on recently, It was amazing, I straight away reached for my phone because I wanted to write down all these feelings and thoughts rushing through my head. I was basically coming to the conclusion that too many people I know (and even me to a little extent)have been too focused on the details, caring too much about little things and that really it all comes down to having fun, enjoying life and simply being happy. One can be happy if you just strip down all the paranoia, the worry, the anxiety for things that really aren’t that important. In essence, the devil is in the details, so take a step back and enjoy yourself.

My friends found me in this zombie like state typing franticly all these thoughts down on my cell phone and laughed; I turned and laughed with them. We were all feeling great. I went to the bathroom, looked at myself was about to check franticly how I looked for the party about to happen and then realized what my mind had just been preaching.. "The devils in the details just don’t care and have fun" So I thought, ok, forget how my hair is looking; I'll just go out and have fun. A group of us went outside and smoked some more crip and this is when I realized that smoking weed is absolutely enhanced while on shrooms, I had heard that it was, but had no idea how good and chill it can be.

So the party kicked off sometime later and I can understand why shrooms aren’t called a "social drug" for parties and stuff, but I was still able to have a good time. Everyone for the most part knew some of us were tripping on shrooms. At one point on the night a friend rushes in claiming a group of kids that have been butting heads with our group of kids were finally coming to fight. I was completely confused and me and my friend talked about this being the most confusing/craziest point of the trip. I didn’t really know what was going on or not, all I knew was I grabbed some absurd cooking utensil and was about to swing at the first sight of any of the kids that were looking for trouble. Turns out it wasn’t the kids but a couple of car loads of girls... That certainly unsettled me a little bit, but I was able to calm down quickly. As long as you’re always able to tell yourself you’re stronger than the drug and you’re taking it to have a good time you will be GREAT!

It was at this point that I noticed just looking at people or getting into conversation with people I was able to tell them from the inside, see them from the inside, its hard to understand but I could easily see certain people at the party for what they were things like looking at someone andrealizingthat she is just a"Girl not really wanting to get drunk, getting drunk cause everyone else is." Or "That kids trying to hard to fit in" Even with couples I could feel an aura "I really sense those two really love each other" and also, sadly I also noticed that one of the relationships of my friends is somewhat abusive not physically but verbally.. I don’t think I would have picked up on it if I had not been on the shrooms.

Anyways, the whole party scene was becoming too much because seriously every person I was looking or seeing Id have this profound ability to see them for what they were,my background history, how long I knew them all this stuff would come into effect just by looking at someone, my brain was on overload.So I retreated to the "chill spot" out back and talked and laughed with some friends. The party went on with me taking it easy, just relaxing and having a good time.

Me and my friend (also on shrooms) decided to get out of there later on and go get something to eat, the rest of the night is a pretty wild adventure driving from place to place, hooking up with some girls whilst in the most extreme "come down chill" that I’ve ever had and then finally some more weed on the beach before calling it a night and going home.. (At 7 in the morning...)

Anyways, Shrooms are awesome, Next time I’m going to take them in a real chill environment because I bet the effect is even more beautiful. But even shrooming while at a party was a great experience and not bad in anyway.

Thanks for reading guys,

Toke.

[moonshine]

Cool story. It must have been a blast. I myself never tried shrooms but I would like to some day. Some friends of mine tell me its agreat high.

[EnigmaRiord]

Yea its great..
How much did you take?

[Nature Boy]

Without the dosage and the type of mushrooms mentioned, I doubt erowid will use that.

[lizreu]

Let’s see, aboutfivemonths ago(?),I can’t remember exactly how long ago because everything this summer has kind of blurred together, I tried taking Magic Mushrooms. About 20 minutes after eating about 4 or 5 grams of shrooms I began feeling really hot. It felt like my blood was actually boiling inside of me. I started seeing shit. I saw colors, and weird patterns of repeating lines shifting on the walls and ceiling. It was amazing. I was bombed, tripping, or as I like to put it: Beshroomed.


The whole world was awesome, so much brighter. Everything was filled with swirling reds, blues, and purples. Every detail I had never noticed stood out. It was indescribable.


I saw this incredible, beautiful flower growing out of our living room carpet. I was trying to explain what I was seeing to my little brother, but it freaked him out, because no matter how badly I wanted them to, my words could not form sentences. Over, and over again, I would know in my head exactly what I wanted to say, but it would come out of my mouth like mush, soggy, and dripping of color and confusion, or I would lose my train of thought entirely.


Then my ears started buzzing, like there were bees inside my head. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I would have sworn to you that my head was getting smaller and smaller the longer I stared at myself Then, right before I was positive it would disappear completely if I kept staring I looked down at my feet, and they were melting right into the colorful tile floor. I was trying to remember why these things were happening, but I had completely forgotten I was tripping out on shrooms.


I called one of m y best friends Alex. Her mom answered the phone. She kept asking me if I was okay. I said yes, and at that moment I remembered that I had eaten mushrooms. How badly I wanted to say, “Ya, I’m sorry for calling so late.” Because it was almost midnight. So I sat in my bathroom, on the floor, with the phone in my lap, staring at the little blinking. The polka dots on my pajama bottoms seemed to be dancing around it. I was thinking, “Okay Liz, this is it. You’re either dying or you’ve completely lost your mind. Then the phone rang. I’m not sure how quickly I actually picked it up, but it felt as it I answered it the second it rang. It was Alex, worried because I had called so late. I was so relieved, yet still so terrified when I heard her familiar voice.


Before she had called I was nearly ready to go tell my mom what I had taken and to take me to the Emergency Room so I wouldn’t die. When I mentioned this to Alex, she immediately said that she would not let me do that and she would stay on the phone for as long as it took for me to calm down, or for the trip to end, whichever came first. I remember her saying, “I will not let you throw your life away by telling your mom.” I found that string of words so ironic and hilarious because no one had ever told me that turning yourself in ruins your life, but only that taking drugs ruins lives. But, once again, I couldn’t get the words out to explain my laughter.


A few minutes later, I calmed down a little and went upstairs. There I lay in my bed in the complete darkness of the middle of the night. Again, I started to feel confused, helpless, and scared. I panicked. I was screaming at Alex about how I was positive I was dying because I couldn’t see anything and the entire world had gone dark. She was trying to interrupt me saying, “Liz! Liz!” But I wouldn’t pause. I just kept going on and on about the darkness and how I was sure I was dying. Finally, she got my attention with a loud, “DUMBASS!” I stopped talking and she simply said, ”Honey, turn the light on.” How fucking retarded was I? The simple darkness of my room at one in the morning had convinced I was so close to death.


I turned the light back on. Almost right away I started seeing the reds, and blues swirling again, now with some yellows. I could hear a dog bark, or a phone ring miles away. It felt as if my teeth were melting in my mouth. Minutes seemed like hours going by. But the trip was becoming enjoyable again. A part of me was still sure I had gone insane, but I just didn’t much care. Alex told me to put in a familiar CD for a while, and told me stories about our past that I had heard and loved for a straight hour.


Then, slowly I began to see everything in it’s normal size and shape. Everything was still amazingly bright though. As everything took it’s place again I felt somewhat sick, but excellent at the same time. After a few more stories I thought I was ready to go to sleep, so me and Alex had or “good-byes” and “I love yous” I lay in my bed for what felt like centuries, but was in reality only like 20 minutes. Suddenly, everything went colorful again. Things on my walls like posters seemed to be floating in the middle of the room, and I felt as if I were floating with them, Now, I wasn’t scared. The thoughts of death or insanity never even crossed my mind. I was truly enjoying this trip now. I lay there, I’m not sure what I was thinking about, or even if I was thinking at all. But this was definitely one of the scariest, yet best nights of my entire life. It was absolutely wonderful.


by the way I'm new to this site, but it looks really interesting....

[big-lester]

That seems like a good first experience, wich shrooms did you had and were they dried or fresh?

[Nature Boy]

Presuming they were cubensis, dried more than likely, 5g must have been quite intense for your first time. You're very lucky your friend was there on the phone to help you. It would have been quite ridiculous had you told your mother you were on shrooms and thought you were dying. You probably would have been taken to hospital in an ambulance and had a very horrific and embarassing night.

Morale of the story: Do your research and keep one foot on the ground kids.

Welcome to the board anyway "Liz".Edited by: nature_boy_liam

[Rhin]

Originally Posted by Nature Boy

Presuming they were cubensis, dried more than likely, 5g must have been quite intense for your first time. You're very lucky your friend was there on the phone to help you. It would have been quite ridiculous had you told your mother you were on shrooms and thought you were dying. You probably would have been taken to hospital in an ambulance and had a very horrific and embarassing night.

Morale of the story: Do your research and keep one foot on the ground kids.

Welcome to the board anyway "Liz".Edited by: nature_boy_liam

What SWIM wonders is how his parents didn't know even though your pupils grow huge.

[dark_emotions]

One time I had to drive to the store after taking shrommies, and I swear that the street lights turned into Dinosaurs(soory 4 spelling)....that was a funky trip

[MushroomTrip]

Well, being your first trip and having such big emotions, fear and then
you somehow managed to calm down could be a good thing for your future
trips. Meaning that you'll be able to blow away your fears like you did
the first time or simply, just never have them again. Taking mushrooms
it's a wonderfull experience and not all bad trips are "bad". You can
learn something from them because life itself it's a combination of
good and bad.

[Nature Boy]

Originally Posted by MushroomTrip

Taking mushrooms
it's a wonderfull experience and not all bad trips are "bad". You can
learn something from them because life itself it's a combination of
good and bad.

Well said. I would only consider a trip "bad" if it resulted in physical injury or a state of mental negativity for several days or more afterwards (something which has never happened to me). Some trips are very intense, and sometimes you can feel like you're overloading but normally these trips can teach you about how well you can maintain control while in a psychedelic demensia of sorts.

[Caliform]

At my fifteenth, my interest for hallucinogenics was sparked by the classic psychedelic literature. After reading a little, I quickly found a source (I live in the Netherlands and found a post-order company, you may find this unethical ) and not more than a week later, my shrooms were in. Discretely packaged, I kept them hidden from my parents and kept them in a dark and relatively cool place for a few days.

It was night. At 22:00 (10 in the evening) I started to retreat to my room. I took a book by Jack Kerouac for reading (Lonesome Traveller) and relaxed my empty stomach with a little bit of ice tea. I hadn't eaten eight hours before the planned drop, as I had read would bring a proper expirience.

At about 24:30, my parents had gone to sleep for about 40-45 minutes and I decided to drop the mushrooms. They were Psilocybe Cubensis, some 2.5 grams dried. I ate them, quite amazed by the extremely disgusting taste. I continued to read until after about twenty minutes, I began to feel a slight tone of euphoria and the ends of my lips just wanted to curl and smile. I let it go until about ten minutes later, I was laughing (not hysterically, more like relaxed laughter) and walking about the room because I couldn't read anymore, the letters had become autonomous objects which my mind wouldn't piece together.

My normally white room started to color in distinct tones of yellow, red and green. These hues were persistent throughout the entire expirience, somewhat dark, then light as if on white. When I focused my gaze on one point, the colors 'worsened' as if they sinked into the walls. At this point, I was no longer interested in inhibiting myself for fear of being detected by my unwitting parents, now well asleep, and more interested at what was behind my room door. I quickly found out, as I went down the stairs into the hallway, slightly laughing and mumbling inside myself of this euphoria and things that were right, that the world was so much bigger than I ever imagined. Surfaces of the room reluctantly curved outward from me as I walked past them. Shadows were left untouched (strangely) and as I walked from the hallway into the living room (and kitchen), the carpet began to spew forth thin, viny plants from the floor reaching up into the red/yellow/green-lit house. The colors now moved across the bent walls and started to form occasional patterns. Dark space like under benches and kitchen sets was significantly darker, as if no matter pervaded there, and when I tried to concentrate on other, less 'significant' things than these strange occurances around me, they demanded attention violently by increasing intensity (although shadows remained shadows, black as black and unmoving).

A new phase (2:10 or so) began when I walked, in awe, to the library of our house (it is rather large and it features several computers to access the internet and a loungy bench) and started to feel my conscience warping and being expanded as if I could watch at myself, and although I have never been in hypnosis, I figure this would feel quite like it, as I didn't feel like my limbs belonged to me, yet I had little difficulty moving them properly. It all seemed to work for me, and I was just looking. This intensified, with the crawling patterns and colors around me as I retreated on to the bench, fell down and curled up into the sheets. I closed my eyes and my mind exploded. The sheets, when I closed my eyes, immediatly stopped feeling like sheets and took cloudlike properties. I felt like I was in heaven and moulding clouds around me which had unique warmth and softness. I was in complete bliss as ferns and fractals flew across my eyelids (my first CEV's ). As I felt extremely happy, but still sane enough to have basic human needs in a modern world, I felt like IM'ing people over MSN to see if I could convey my expirience. When I sat behind the computer, the expirience dulled, colors weakened and patterns virtually disappeared (I think trippers would know if I said they were now on a 'molecular' level, as in, very small and almost invisible motion in the corners of your eyes) and the computer screen's pixels were emphasised. I was utterly stomped by the stupidity and staticness of this moloch. I tried to type meaningfully and purposefully, but often lost concentration and typed insane babblings between commands to log in. Eventually, I got round to talking to some people, only to find that conveying the expirience was incredibly hard, if not impossible, and all suggestions made by the 'down-to-earth' camp were idiotic ("do you see cows" etc.) and I returned to my cloudscapes (read: the bench).

I soon became very interested (4:00) at how the outside world would look. It was night, a clear night as I could see from the library windows, and through the garage I could make a relatively undetectable in-and-out. I went out, and as moon- and starlight fell over me, I was struck by awe. Falling stars (which obviously weren't there) and all the other celestial bodies smiled at me. From this point, I have walked the autumn night world for some hours, thinking a lot, enjoying subtle visuals until they had all gone. Still as mind-expanded, but less sensually oriented, I returned to the house, completely introspective, I forgot the close the door and returned to my room upstairs, where I sat contemplating the expirience smoking cigarettes. This, as well as fatigue gave me a huge headache at the final comedown (6-7:00?) where I retreated to my bed, my limbs felt a bit cold but I was 'back in control', and although I had a very restless head I managed to catch sleep.

The next days (weeks) I have contemplated and recapped the expirience. It gave me phenomenal insights on how my mind works, in a way only someone who has expirienced it can understand. It's like the brains show their function because the way of thought is so much different. Every impulse is uninhibited, thought is boundaryless. You can feel like water and water can feel like you and scratching your back all the time. These bizarre patterns of thoughs, like random collages of associations and impulses stayed with me for a long time, by which I mean I overthought it long after. I have not had averse psychological or physical reactions in the time thereafter.

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[IHrtHalucingens]

I completley understand all that u were describing, i have experienced much the same thing on many occasions. Thats the magic or mushrooms and is the reason that they are my favorite drug ever! great report, u described the effects very well.

[Caliform]

It's nice to see someone feels the same. It really got me enthousiastic for the effect of mushrooms, and various strains as well .

[The Mad Hatter]

Great report man. I've always found it extremely hard to convey a psychedelic experience with words (and I think most would agree). But I have to say that was one of the best attempts I've read. SWIM had his first mushroom trip at 13 but hadn't read any literature at that point. SWIM was really just lookin to get "high". HEHE SWIM sure was in for a ride. That experience is actually what turned on SWIM and helped shape the person he is today. Enough about swim though. Great Job again man.

Shine On Brother

[podge]

cool trip report man....glad to hear your first trip went smoothly!!!

[Myzrael]

Good post....SWIM thinks that 15 is a bit young though for mushies...but please....read the rules and use "SWIM". Search for it.

[flowers_in_her_hair]

Every single thing you said to have experiences, the subtle laughter that seems to come from nowhere, the growing sence of euphoira growing from inside, everything you described i felt as if i were there; as i have been many times. Thanks for sharing this, and i think that SWIM might be hunting down some mushies for later on.