Third trip

[Dan Dare]

Had something of a bad experience last weekend, so much so that I didn't (at first) feel it wise to write about it, but I've sort of come to terms with it now - so here goes...

Last Saturday I decided I'd try to find what a small'ish recreational dose of cubes would be like. Though I was hesitent about venturing down this route with shrooms, I decided I would try it just once, and then see how it goes. My original plan was to trip the next weekend, but this had to be cancelled due to a change in circumstances.
I planned to grind up the dried shrooms, and then wash it all down with some orange juice.
I partially ground up 2.66 g of Ecuadorian cubes, stuck them in the blender. I didn't have any orange juice, so I tried using diluting juice.
After I blended the mix for about a minute, I quickly poured the contents into a glass and proceeded to indulge.
It was a grim experience, comparable to washing down 2.6 g ground cubes with a glass of water. Took me about 4 minutes to get it all down.
T+20 minutes, I started to notice effects.
At around T+30 minutes, it finally dawned upon me that I seem to have a persistent problem with the psilocybin come up, I feel queazy and there's a rather discomforting unnatural feeling to it all (like maybe I shouldn't be doing this), and then I wonder what the heck was going on in my head that made me decide that another 6 hour mind altering trip is asking for anything other than trouble. Here we go again, yet another rollercoaster ride.
At around T+40 minutes, I went outside and sat in the garden, but I still didn't feel right. I felt a sense of guilt that I should not be doing this, and that I should have stuck with my original plan. For such a low dose, this trip was already feeling rough and somewhat on edge, so I kept reminding myself "I won't be doing this again under these circumstances, and it'll all be over in a few hours."

Sitting in the garden, the rays from the (ahem...rather mild) British sun felt scorching hot, which I found overbearing and I still recall the sigh of relief I felt when a cloud momentarily shielded me from that giant microwave in the sky. This wasn't pleasant. I began to feel rather drowsy. I tried my best to stay awake. After about 15 minutes or so, the queasiness was beginning to fade, and so I thought it might be a good idea to go on the internet for a while.

Now, I was starting to realise that as far as my unpleasant feelings were concerned, they had almost entirely been brought under control, and if the come-up were to follow its current trend then I had only a few minutes before I'd find myself happily cruising at 35,000 ft. Not sure where I was going though. I was really trying to find what a small dose was like to experience, but this trip had a serious feel to it, so it was clear that if such a dose exists, then for me its far less than 2.66 grams. "No worries, tomorrows plans are postponed until further notice and so I might as well make this trip worth the time and effort"
I sat down on the sofa, closed my eyes, and for the first time I completely let myself go as I began to melt deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless abyss of rainbow kaleidoscope patterns and shapes.
I was rather amused at the enchanting display of colours and patterns I could see and as this perception began to envelope my peripheral consciousness, I more or less affirmed to myself - "See, its not so bad - those earlier fears were just down to my lack of experience in this new environment."

Now the trip is entering its third hour, and I remembered a mate once suggested that I should try taking a low shroom dose, and watch a film.
What the hey, I'm experimenting this time - so lets try it and see how it goes.
By now, the trip effects are fading somewhat, so I grab a bottle of Stella Artois and a ciggy. I don't normally smoke except on social occasion and always with alcohol. After my first puff, I immediately realised that ciggy's and shrooms dont work for me, those few puffs were quickly ruining what was left of the trip, replacing the seemingly spiritual overtone with a slightly discomforting intoxication - a little like being mildly stoned but without the buzz.
I drank no more than 1/5 of the bottle of Stella, and yet again, this didn't feel right. I'd clearly taken a wrong turn, so in an effort to salvage what was still left of the evening, I decided to double back my steps, dump the alcohol and ciggy's and munch down 14 g wet cubes. As with all doses, I recorded the dose and time - the time was 7:33 PM.
I made every effort to watch a DVD (Final Fantasy, Jackie Chan adventure) but I couldn't stay focused on anything for long enough to follow the plot so I gave up on that after about 20 minutes or so
Switched over to the MTV channels just as the shrooms were kicking in, and this was a hoot - loads of fun ! Though I was mindful that this wasn't exactly respecting the fungus in the way it deserves, I decided that I would do this just once. Just once !!!
As the second dose was peaking out, the Prodigy music video "Warrior's Dance" came on, I'd never seen it before so was totally unprepared for it. By the time the little paper dudes started pulling out matches, I was in hysterics and when they did the fire dance I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the sofa. I couldn't get enough of this.
After some contemplation, I reluctantly decided to make this an all nighter. So at around 10:30 PM I made preparations for my third dose of fresh cubes. Dosed 16 grams, with extreme difficulty, I had to trick my gag reflex with false promises of strawberries and other imagined delicious fruits just to keep the gag reflex under control.
Took about 10 minutes to devour it all (yuk !), all scoffed by 11 PM.
Went back to watch more TV, overall I say I was in rather high spirits.

It was no more than 20 minutes after the third dose, when I thought I could hear a banging noise. I looked up at the clock and it was well after 11 PM. "Is that my door????"
"Who the f*ck is banging at my door at this hour?"
I cautiously meandered down the stairs, went into the kitchen, the lights were off but outside was illuminated and I could clearly see it was the FUCKING POLICE !!!
The front kitchen door is a glass door and there were at least 2 coppers with the faces pressed up against the glass and using their flashlight to bang the glass - and it was very loud as they did so. It sounded as though they were fixing to smash the door down if I didn't let them in.
As I quietly ran back up the stairs I thought "Shit ! Shit! Shit ! Sober up - sober up fast - don't panic - just think ! What the fuck am I gonna do??"
"This is it, my worst fears are about to come true. This is the stuff of nightmares, and its fucking happening now. My boss isn't gonna believe this when they find out. Career over."
Now I suddenly realise that I have some cash in the house (perfectly legit, but with drugs in the house it would surely be seized), and so I retrieved it and wondered where the hell I could hide it. I thought of a place in the garage they might not check, so I ran down stairs, nearly taking them all in one jump - I collide with the adjacent wall and I open the door to the garage and without thinking I switched on the light.
"Shit ! Now they know I'm here.", in reference to the fibreglass garage door thats somewhat translucent.
All this time the door is getting hit so hard, its as though the cops are seriously losing patience with me and any moment now that door will get knocked off its hinges, now I run into the garage and crudely stash the envelope with the cash. As I proceeded to leave the garage the police now appeared at the back door thumping the glass door very aggressively, shouting through that they can see me standing there (silhouetted by the garage light) and demanding that I open the door at once. The door bell is one of those remote control models, where the receiver activated "ding-dong" remains permanently plugged in at a wall socket. I was stood next to this bell, and it kept sounding (and its LOUD !), a bit like "Ding-ading-ading-ading dong." Exactly as if the door bell was being pressed 5 times a second, you can imagine.
This just added to the hell I was going through, I just wanted that bell to shut up for a minute so I could concentrate on what few options I had left. What the hell could I do?
I was in deeper sh!t than I'd ever even came close to, at a time when I had the most to lose. I ran upstairs and switched off the power supply to my stealth grow(s) (all of them..lol), and then ran back down, at this moment me, myself and I had voted unanimously to just let them kick the door down, and pray that before that happens they suddenly realise they've got the wrong address, or get bored and leave. As if.
Through the letter box, what sounded like some dude, shouted through "Hey, its just me! Open up."
Hang on, that doesn't sound like the police!??!! Then I could see this fella put his face up to the glass and then in a wisp, moved or flew away in an instant. All banging stopped. I went back upstairs, put some shoes on and looked out the upstairs windows. I could see nothing, and hear nothing but a gentle breeze.
No spying neighbors, and whats more I could see the gate was still closed. Its only 1 in every 100 or so visitors that actually closes that gate over behind them, so this just wasn't adding up. I was struggling to figure out what the hell was going on.
I boldly stepped out the front door, walked through the garden, gate and walked all the way around the house to the back. Noone was there, not as much as a peep.

The only plausible explanation was quickly becoming so obvious it was blatantly undeniable.

Without a doubt, I had hallucinated the w h o l e f * c k i n g episode.

As unbelievable as that seemed, it was the case.

The experience seemed as real as it could've been, no question about it. It was entirely indistinguishable from reality, the only thing I had going for me was the knowlege that I'd taken psilocybin containing mushrooms, but when you see cops about to smash in your front door, you quickly forget about the shrooms...lol
I've never (knowingly) hallucinated an event let alone a series of events before in my life, and naturally this incident has been more than just an eye opener. Serves me damned right though, I had it coming.

So, after wandering around outside the house, badly shaken I head back inside. With the realization that the terrifying ordeal was over, what a relief - everything was cool ! I went back to watching TV, and the remainder of the evening went without incident and was actually rather enjoyable. I finally crashed at around 4 am.
In hindsight I can only suppose that the all powerful fungus () deemed it necessary to teach me a lesson, and decided that (on this occasion) no further demonstration was necessary.
So true, I certainly got that message. Kind of hard not to get any message that involves knocking you on your ass in an instant, reducing you to little more than a seemingly defenseless quivering wreck.

I have a feeling I'm gonna be taking it easy for a while.

[eastwood]

Hahaha,damn bro that sounds terrible.

It has to suck hallucinating that the police are banging on the door.

[JohnDoe]

holy fuck!!! fantastic trip report, i really enjoyed it.
as i read the police story, i felt the fear crawlin up my spine

[Burger]

Entertaining read Dan

[Dan Dare]

Originally Posted by eastwood

Hahaha,damn bro that sounds terrible.

It has to suck hallucinating that the police are banging on the door.

It sure does, especially when you have one of these in the far side of your kitchen :

(taken this morning)
Not to mention another 4 just like it dotted around the place
I've been meaning to post pics of my hydro SCROG grows in the smokers forum but just have been real busy lately, I'll make a point of getting some posted soon.

holy fuck!!! fantastic trip report, i really enjoyed it.
as i read the police story, i felt the fear crawlin up my spine

Thanks man ! I can honestly say it was about the worst scare I can ever remember. My immediate thought was that the police had been tipped off, and were here for one reason and no other.

I reckon I simply didn't believe that a protracted hallucination such as that, with so many opportunities to see it for what it was, could fool me in the way it did, rather arogant huh? My guard was down due to ignorance, and now I'm beginning to understand how the ego, particulaly an unchecked ego, can get a person into serious difficulty with psychedelics.
Those hallucinations must have gone on for at least 6 minutes or so. I'd give 'em top marks for creative, diligent exploitation of most of the 5 senses which worked together soo well in creating the illusion.
As I watched in horror as the cops were pounding on the door just a few feet away from me, not once (not once!!) did it ever even occur to me that perhaps none of what I was seeing and hearing was real. At the very least, I can say I learned a lot from the experience, but its not one I ever care to repeat.