Tranced
29-08-2005, 02:48
I started writing this trip report the day after doing shrooms, but never got round to finishing it. I've finally got round to finishing it off, so here we have it.
Me and my mates had been interested in trying mushrooms for quite some time now. With them being made illegal as of the 18th of July in the UK we decided now was probably pretty much our last chance. My mate N called me to say that he had purchased a load of Philipino cubensis from a shop in town at about 36 grams each. P was meant to get his in town but in the end couldn't. He got some Stella and decided to come anyway.
So on saturday the 9th of July me and my mate N headed North into the Northumberland countryside, away from the busy city centre of Newcastle to find a good spot where we could do them. After much searching up and down country lanes we found a spot. Just off the road there was an opening next to a public footpath where we could park the car and see an outstanding view of the sourrounding countryside. The view was beautiful. I knew that alone would make it a good desicion later on. With this we headed back home to get the other two and our much needed supplies, then went back the way we came to get everything going.
One of us had done them a few times before and another had done truffles once - for two of us it was our first time. On the way there we stopped at a petrol station and I pointed out a Ford advertisement that used that typical psychedelic look and spoke of "the ford summer of love". Probably a bit ironic really seeing as it was a marketing ploy by a large corporation trying to sell a car.
We eventually arrived at our destination and pitched up the tent. After all the various flys and insects had stopped attacking us we started to get stuck in. Then we realised they were still attacking us. We shared some with our mate P and I rolled up a joint. My mate decided to put some music on in the car and we just lay back, talked and listened.
After a while my mates B and N reported a funny tingling feeling in their stomachs. I noted a similiar feeling all be it slightly weaker than theirs. After a few minutes it started getting stronger and we all agreed we were deffinitely coming up.
We had pitched up near a junction so every now and then traffic would go past. This wasn't an issue, untill a car actually pulled into the opening, before opeining the door and then reversing back out. We never saw him, but he will have certainly saw the tent and heard the music. We forgot about him and carried on in good moods.
My mate was obviously really coming up quite hard and had this look on his face as if he was completely amazed. He would hold his hands in his head and say it was strong, but he liked it. He wanted to go for a walk, but no one could be arsed. As the effects of our dosing became more prenounced we all got up and walked over to the public footpath gate to see the view.
When I stood up was when I noticed mine were really starting to show their true colours, so to speak. I noted that everything seemed to have a "higher resolution" than normal and as we walked slowly over my mate ushered us foward to see the sunset. There were a few clouds around about the sun that lit the sky in a plethora of ethereal blues and oranges. We all agreed that it did indeed look quite something else, and as I looked across the valley in the distance I could see what looked like a myst, plunging everything on the horizon at the other end of the valley into a blending darkness. I remember trying to point this out to my mates, and for some reason starting at a tree that was right infront of us, before moving my way along object by object towards an area roughly 10 miles away. I realised that they didn't have a clue what I was on about, so I took the piss and would suddenly jump miles in one direction to a random object then go "right... NOT that one" which seemed to fuel our laughies for the next five minutes. Probably sounds a bit gay now though.
We jumped back over the gate and sat about the tent again, listening to the music and once again talking. I seem to remember thinking that my mate P wouldn't be feeling it too much due to the fact that he'd had so little. There was a point however, when he suddenly spoke, and I felt like I delved into his body and experienced being him for a split second. While I was in there I realised that he was actually feeling the effects quite well from what we had gave him which he confirmed when I told him what just happened. Not that I think this was anything more than an interesting hallucination mind, although you can never be to open minded, or sure.
After this the trip seemed to get quite confusing. It reminded me of ket in the way that there was a lot of confusement. Although powerfull by this point I was enjoying it. Looking into the dark trees I was starting to experience open eye hallucinations, sort of like a webbed effect across everything and things melting into each other. One of my mates told everyone to look into the trees behind where I was sitting and it looked like the trees were dancing and vibrating, all symetrical and synchronized in motion. I abstained from spliff rolling and sat in amazement for a few minutes as we all watched these trees - this was however, untill we heard the familiar sounds of yet another car approaching. This time it got quite loud, and in front of us all we saw appear a sort of dark green/brown jeep. I hid my hash where no one else was going to go, down my pants. As it pulled out in front of us I'm honestly suprised I didn't shit myself. It happened so slowly but seemed like it was over in a second. I watched as it trundled along up to the gate, and turned towards us, before slowing down and leaving back through the opening. I couldn't see the drivers head, it was just a black dot rolling out of view to me. It honestly looked like a military jeep. We heard it drive into the distance and it was gone. The whole experience seemed so unreal, like a surreal group hallucination.
After this everyone seemed to go quiet as we tried to deal with what had just happened. I'm not sure why it bothered me so much, maybe because I had a half ounce of hash on me, maybe because it was my first time on shrooms, maybe because the thought of the police asking us to move on, when we physically couldn't or maybe a bit of everything. I realised that although I suddenly felt quite confused I knew I could ground myself and be fine so long as the whole setting was alright while I sorted my head out.
This is where you might notice things went a bit wrong. My mate N asked me what happened to the spliff and i said I threw it into the grass. He asked why and I told him because quite obviously, some random jeep had just pulled right in front of us and we all just about shit ourselves. He told me to roll another and I said I would soon because I was trying to sort myself out. He said again "come on just roll another" and I could detect what seemed to be a cocky tone in his voice. I told him to deal with it because I wasn't going to roll another untill I was ready. He asked me a few more times saying "spliff" in what to me at the time was a really annoying voice. He then apologised and said it was like he knew there was a line that he was trying to cross. I told him not to bother because I wasn't far from going on a bad trip (I could feel it starting to manifest in my mind). Well, he said it one more time, he crossed that line he was on about and I snapped. In some sort of full on mentalist rage I snapped at him and told him in quite a few more words than would be usually necessary to fuck off. He described it as "beating someone up with words". He seemed to genuinely shit himself and started apologising saying he was sorry. Everytime I would have almost forgot about the jeep which was the trigger, and he would mention it again. I explained that I was holding nothing against him, but he needed to know to stop being a dick and that I'd rather he didn't mention it again.
It felt weird being the centre of what seemed like negative attention on shrooms. It made me wonder about the mushroom therapy people speak of, and how it would shed light on this situation. I was unsure about why my mate was acting like he just did, but realised that he probably didn't know/understand the seriousness of how close I came to going on a bad trip. I decided that I was in the right, even under the influence of shrooms and this went well in my favour for feeling better. I think my mate N probably realised that he was in the wrong and DID go on a bad trip for the rest of the night, probably quite an introspective one. I felt much better. Everything seemed to go quiet for a bit. All I can remember was the birds singing and sound of insects. Then I remembered the music and it happened to be on the breakdown of a track I really enjoyed. As it was building out of it a massive prog house bassline suddenly kicked in that had us all grinning at each other and exclaiming what a "tune" it was when out of nowhere the car battery died and the music cut off. It would be quite clear to anyone watching us from the look on our faces, that we were absolutely gutted. But THEN, low and behold - THE MUSIC WAS BACK ON. We were all grinning once again, you could see the glee in our faces for when the first time in half an hour, something went right. And then it cut off. Again and for good this time.
It was like the end of the world for us. We sat around not speaking for a bit wondering what to do when my mate pointed out that we HAD to do something because we were sitting around doing/saying absolutely fuck all. We all got up and headed to the cow field over the gate, to explore. As soon as we started walking we all felt much better. You could see the cows in the distance, we noted that there may infact be bulls in the field, but quite honestly we were far too wankered to care about that, and it was much too interesting. So off into the cowfield we went. It was getting dark now and as I looked to the ground below us I remember shouting "what the fuck is that". The ground looked white, sort of like melting, swirling concrete. It should have been black due to the lack of light, or at best dark green and brown if there was any. We were looking at it for a long time, wondering what the hell it was. I poked a finger into it and was still non the wiser. It felt like we were climbing rocks or something and we couldn't stop laughing. I remember we kept nocking out crap inuendos like "stuck in the mud" and other shit like that. The view from here (same place as where we saw the sunset from) was also something quite unreal at night, there were distant houses with lights on which looked like alien spacecraft as they were grouped together forming different illuminated shapes.
It should also be noted that even though I was fine with my mate N after earlier on, he headed back to the tent obviously feeling a bit uneasy. This happened a few more times over the night, and I did try to get him more involved but he wouldn't have any of. He seemed more comfortable back at the tent, so I left him too it.
I seem to remember the rest of the time wasted trying to roll a joint. It seemed like an endless loop that went on and on and on. "Right who's got the skins", "which side do you lick" "where is the roach" over and over again. We managed to roll it a grand total of three times, and everytime we at least though it hadn't stuck and was unravelling. Whether it was or not, I don't think any of us could tell.
My shrooms eventually started wearing off some time after this, followed by my mate P who I sorted. My other two mates seemed to be stuck in the later stages of the shroom trip for quite some time, which they seemed to be getting pretty sick of. I was pleased that I managed to sort my mate, still get fucked, and come down quite nicely.
Two of my mates slept in the car that night while me and N slept in the tent. Thankfully his snoring seemed to keep them more awake than it did me. I was awoken at some point early in the morning where it was freezing and looked dull outside. Thankyfully when I woke up a few hours later it was both sunny and warm, although those fucking insects were back. I tell you now those insects are some of the biggest cunts I've came across. Evil, evil bastards.
Having got the car jump started sometime that morning and having confirmed the swirling white stuff was infact somehow mud, we headed back home with a night to remember.
All in all, amazing first trip. Not really sure what I expected but it wasn't quite that. Will certainly always remember it.
Yes, it is quite long. But more than anything I just wanted it documented on here, so that I could come back to it everynow and then.
Cheers for reading if you got this far.
Me and my mates had been interested in trying mushrooms for quite some time now. With them being made illegal as of the 18th of July in the UK we decided now was probably pretty much our last chance. My mate N called me to say that he had purchased a load of Philipino cubensis from a shop in town at about 36 grams each. P was meant to get his in town but in the end couldn't. He got some Stella and decided to come anyway.
So on saturday the 9th of July me and my mate N headed North into the Northumberland countryside, away from the busy city centre of Newcastle to find a good spot where we could do them. After much searching up and down country lanes we found a spot. Just off the road there was an opening next to a public footpath where we could park the car and see an outstanding view of the sourrounding countryside. The view was beautiful. I knew that alone would make it a good desicion later on. With this we headed back home to get the other two and our much needed supplies, then went back the way we came to get everything going.
One of us had done them a few times before and another had done truffles once - for two of us it was our first time. On the way there we stopped at a petrol station and I pointed out a Ford advertisement that used that typical psychedelic look and spoke of "the ford summer of love". Probably a bit ironic really seeing as it was a marketing ploy by a large corporation trying to sell a car.
We eventually arrived at our destination and pitched up the tent. After all the various flys and insects had stopped attacking us we started to get stuck in. Then we realised they were still attacking us. We shared some with our mate P and I rolled up a joint. My mate decided to put some music on in the car and we just lay back, talked and listened.
After a while my mates B and N reported a funny tingling feeling in their stomachs. I noted a similiar feeling all be it slightly weaker than theirs. After a few minutes it started getting stronger and we all agreed we were deffinitely coming up.
We had pitched up near a junction so every now and then traffic would go past. This wasn't an issue, untill a car actually pulled into the opening, before opeining the door and then reversing back out. We never saw him, but he will have certainly saw the tent and heard the music. We forgot about him and carried on in good moods.
My mate was obviously really coming up quite hard and had this look on his face as if he was completely amazed. He would hold his hands in his head and say it was strong, but he liked it. He wanted to go for a walk, but no one could be arsed. As the effects of our dosing became more prenounced we all got up and walked over to the public footpath gate to see the view.
When I stood up was when I noticed mine were really starting to show their true colours, so to speak. I noted that everything seemed to have a "higher resolution" than normal and as we walked slowly over my mate ushered us foward to see the sunset. There were a few clouds around about the sun that lit the sky in a plethora of ethereal blues and oranges. We all agreed that it did indeed look quite something else, and as I looked across the valley in the distance I could see what looked like a myst, plunging everything on the horizon at the other end of the valley into a blending darkness. I remember trying to point this out to my mates, and for some reason starting at a tree that was right infront of us, before moving my way along object by object towards an area roughly 10 miles away. I realised that they didn't have a clue what I was on about, so I took the piss and would suddenly jump miles in one direction to a random object then go "right... NOT that one" which seemed to fuel our laughies for the next five minutes. Probably sounds a bit gay now though.
We jumped back over the gate and sat about the tent again, listening to the music and once again talking. I seem to remember thinking that my mate P wouldn't be feeling it too much due to the fact that he'd had so little. There was a point however, when he suddenly spoke, and I felt like I delved into his body and experienced being him for a split second. While I was in there I realised that he was actually feeling the effects quite well from what we had gave him which he confirmed when I told him what just happened. Not that I think this was anything more than an interesting hallucination mind, although you can never be to open minded, or sure.
After this the trip seemed to get quite confusing. It reminded me of ket in the way that there was a lot of confusement. Although powerfull by this point I was enjoying it. Looking into the dark trees I was starting to experience open eye hallucinations, sort of like a webbed effect across everything and things melting into each other. One of my mates told everyone to look into the trees behind where I was sitting and it looked like the trees were dancing and vibrating, all symetrical and synchronized in motion. I abstained from spliff rolling and sat in amazement for a few minutes as we all watched these trees - this was however, untill we heard the familiar sounds of yet another car approaching. This time it got quite loud, and in front of us all we saw appear a sort of dark green/brown jeep. I hid my hash where no one else was going to go, down my pants. As it pulled out in front of us I'm honestly suprised I didn't shit myself. It happened so slowly but seemed like it was over in a second. I watched as it trundled along up to the gate, and turned towards us, before slowing down and leaving back through the opening. I couldn't see the drivers head, it was just a black dot rolling out of view to me. It honestly looked like a military jeep. We heard it drive into the distance and it was gone. The whole experience seemed so unreal, like a surreal group hallucination.
After this everyone seemed to go quiet as we tried to deal with what had just happened. I'm not sure why it bothered me so much, maybe because I had a half ounce of hash on me, maybe because it was my first time on shrooms, maybe because the thought of the police asking us to move on, when we physically couldn't or maybe a bit of everything. I realised that although I suddenly felt quite confused I knew I could ground myself and be fine so long as the whole setting was alright while I sorted my head out.
This is where you might notice things went a bit wrong. My mate N asked me what happened to the spliff and i said I threw it into the grass. He asked why and I told him because quite obviously, some random jeep had just pulled right in front of us and we all just about shit ourselves. He told me to roll another and I said I would soon because I was trying to sort myself out. He said again "come on just roll another" and I could detect what seemed to be a cocky tone in his voice. I told him to deal with it because I wasn't going to roll another untill I was ready. He asked me a few more times saying "spliff" in what to me at the time was a really annoying voice. He then apologised and said it was like he knew there was a line that he was trying to cross. I told him not to bother because I wasn't far from going on a bad trip (I could feel it starting to manifest in my mind). Well, he said it one more time, he crossed that line he was on about and I snapped. In some sort of full on mentalist rage I snapped at him and told him in quite a few more words than would be usually necessary to fuck off. He described it as "beating someone up with words". He seemed to genuinely shit himself and started apologising saying he was sorry. Everytime I would have almost forgot about the jeep which was the trigger, and he would mention it again. I explained that I was holding nothing against him, but he needed to know to stop being a dick and that I'd rather he didn't mention it again.
It felt weird being the centre of what seemed like negative attention on shrooms. It made me wonder about the mushroom therapy people speak of, and how it would shed light on this situation. I was unsure about why my mate was acting like he just did, but realised that he probably didn't know/understand the seriousness of how close I came to going on a bad trip. I decided that I was in the right, even under the influence of shrooms and this went well in my favour for feeling better. I think my mate N probably realised that he was in the wrong and DID go on a bad trip for the rest of the night, probably quite an introspective one. I felt much better. Everything seemed to go quiet for a bit. All I can remember was the birds singing and sound of insects. Then I remembered the music and it happened to be on the breakdown of a track I really enjoyed. As it was building out of it a massive prog house bassline suddenly kicked in that had us all grinning at each other and exclaiming what a "tune" it was when out of nowhere the car battery died and the music cut off. It would be quite clear to anyone watching us from the look on our faces, that we were absolutely gutted. But THEN, low and behold - THE MUSIC WAS BACK ON. We were all grinning once again, you could see the glee in our faces for when the first time in half an hour, something went right. And then it cut off. Again and for good this time.
It was like the end of the world for us. We sat around not speaking for a bit wondering what to do when my mate pointed out that we HAD to do something because we were sitting around doing/saying absolutely fuck all. We all got up and headed to the cow field over the gate, to explore. As soon as we started walking we all felt much better. You could see the cows in the distance, we noted that there may infact be bulls in the field, but quite honestly we were far too wankered to care about that, and it was much too interesting. So off into the cowfield we went. It was getting dark now and as I looked to the ground below us I remember shouting "what the fuck is that". The ground looked white, sort of like melting, swirling concrete. It should have been black due to the lack of light, or at best dark green and brown if there was any. We were looking at it for a long time, wondering what the hell it was. I poked a finger into it and was still non the wiser. It felt like we were climbing rocks or something and we couldn't stop laughing. I remember we kept nocking out crap inuendos like "stuck in the mud" and other shit like that. The view from here (same place as where we saw the sunset from) was also something quite unreal at night, there were distant houses with lights on which looked like alien spacecraft as they were grouped together forming different illuminated shapes.
It should also be noted that even though I was fine with my mate N after earlier on, he headed back to the tent obviously feeling a bit uneasy. This happened a few more times over the night, and I did try to get him more involved but he wouldn't have any of. He seemed more comfortable back at the tent, so I left him too it.
I seem to remember the rest of the time wasted trying to roll a joint. It seemed like an endless loop that went on and on and on. "Right who's got the skins", "which side do you lick" "where is the roach" over and over again. We managed to roll it a grand total of three times, and everytime we at least though it hadn't stuck and was unravelling. Whether it was or not, I don't think any of us could tell.
My shrooms eventually started wearing off some time after this, followed by my mate P who I sorted. My other two mates seemed to be stuck in the later stages of the shroom trip for quite some time, which they seemed to be getting pretty sick of. I was pleased that I managed to sort my mate, still get fucked, and come down quite nicely.
Two of my mates slept in the car that night while me and N slept in the tent. Thankfully his snoring seemed to keep them more awake than it did me. I was awoken at some point early in the morning where it was freezing and looked dull outside. Thankyfully when I woke up a few hours later it was both sunny and warm, although those fucking insects were back. I tell you now those insects are some of the biggest cunts I've came across. Evil, evil bastards.
Having got the car jump started sometime that morning and having confirmed the swirling white stuff was infact somehow mud, we headed back home with a night to remember.
All in all, amazing first trip. Not really sure what I expected but it wasn't quite that. Will certainly always remember it.
Yes, it is quite long. But more than anything I just wanted it documented on here, so that I could come back to it everynow and then.
Cheers for reading if you got this far.