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This was years ago when I was in my early twenties, working a crappy job that paid nothing, living with multiple roommates, and generally living a pretty mediocre life. Except for one thing-- I had a serious girlfriend for the first time. I had dated in high school and college, but never really been in love. And I was very much in love with Celeste (name changed to protect the innocent).

Our first anniversary was approaching and since I had never been in a real relationship, I was freaking out about what to get her. I didn't want to get the wrong thing, but I also didn't exactly have any money, so I had no clue. I also happened to have pretty low self-esteem at the time and had convinced myself that if I didn't get her a great gift, she'd realize she was out of my league and dump me. (I should also mention I was a college dropout at this point.)

So weeks went by and I was paralyzed with fear about this anniversary gift. I didn't want to do a typical restaurant reservation (cause they tended to be $$$ and kinda boring). But before I knew it the anniversary was a few days away and I had NOTHING to give.

So i audibled.

I had just bought shrooms to do with some friends and decided that instead of doing them with friends, Celeste and I would trip together for our anniversary. We lived in the suburbs of a northeastern town, so lots of trees and space to chill outdoors. I figured we'd picnic outside and have a great, relaxed, emotional time. Honestly, a lot of my best memories at that point were drug-related cause I was a dumbass, but I really did think that taking shrooms together would be this mind-blowing, romantic evening that we'd remember forever.

So on the night of our anniversary I surprised her with my plan and she was... nice about it. Obviously not what she had hoped for, but she was too sweet to complain. We ate the shrooms and headed off. We got higher as we walked and held hands. It was really pleasant and sweet.

In order to get into the area we wanted to hang (a little private swimming hole), you have to climb a fence, which ordinarily isn't a huge deal. But anyone who's taken shrooms knows that they can make you nauseous. I was already feeling sick to my stomach, and then when I raced up the fence I legit thought I was gonna puke and had to drop back down

Celeste landed on the other side and noticed me lying on the ground. She offered to come back over but I was so embarrassed, and we were like two seconds from the lake, so I insisted she go set up our picnic and id meet her in a second. Honestly, I really didn't want her to see me throw up. On our anniversary. Because I was too dumb to come up with a real gift.

We argued for a minute but she eventually agreed and walked on. I'm sure she was pissed at me but my stomach was aching for real and the stress of having her there wasn't helping things.

Now here's where the story really starts to suck.

This swimming hole was a pretty common area for teens to go and smoke weed. I know cause I used to smoke there all the time. Weed wasn't legal yet in our state, so we had to find secluded places to get high. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, the cops had been getting complaints about all the activity there so they were patrolling that area a lot.

And when my eyes were closed, a patrol car rolled up.

Long story short, when the cop questioned me I couldn't handle my shit and got arrested for public intoxication... as my girlfriend waited by the water with no idea where I was. I was, and still am, an idiot.

But the funniest part of the story is that I got thrown in a drunk tank with this insane guy who kept talking about how much money he had stolen from some drug dealers/ He kept insisting he was gonna break out of jail any second now. And if he did, he said, he'd need me to drive his getaway car because he'd gotten in a fight that night and broken fingers on both hands. (that was possibly true, his hands looked fucked up -- at least to my drug-addled eyes)

I kept trying to tell him I was not the right man for the job, and he kept being like "you just lack determination. you can do anything you put your mind to." Lol. I was like "dude I can't see straight. I promise this isn't about my drive." Plus I wanted him to leave me alone cause I was feeling so guilty about ruining my anniversary. What a character.

Since then, I've always wondered how much of our conversation was in my head vs real life. And sometimes I like to chuckle about the idea of me -- high as a goddamn kite -- driving a getaway car for an insane criminal on the run from angry drug dealers.

But the real point of the story is that I seriously fucked up my first ever anniversary. I got released the next morning and went home to find that Celeste had been panicking the whole night. It was her first time tripping and she had convinced herself that I was dead.

She did forgive me (eventually), and I can promise you that every anniversary since then we've just gone to nice restaurants.

TL;DR My girlfriend and I took shrooms for our first anniversary, then I got arrested for public intoxication and met an insane man in jail while she had no clue where I was

let’s get right into it. ever since i was 11 years old i started dabbling into substances. primarily alcohol and weed. i was a regular weed smoker for a few years up until about grade 8. the day that changed everything was when my buddy offered me penis envy shrooms in the bathroom. i later took them at home and had an amazing time. i continued buying off of this sketchy kid and tripping quite frequently (about 13-14 times within the span of 2 months.) one night, my friend wanted me to sleep over at his house considering we had a long weekend. so i decided to bring some blue meanie shrooms. we went to go watch a hockey game and then later on i took roughly 6-6.5 grams (usual dose was 3.5). the come up was like something out of this world, i’ve never experienced this on shrooms. i felt like i was being dragged down into the eternal abyss of hell. i started having very irrational thought and have been clawing at my chest. after about 2-3 hours of this absolutely insanity i started peaking. it got way. worse. my friend thought was a good idea for me to hit a weed pen so it could calm down, i took 5 MASSIVE rips and all of the sudden i wasn’t able to breath. i’d stand up and it felt like things that were across the room were right infront of my face, i’d touch something and i wouldn’t be able to feel it. i started freaking out so bad that i wanted to off myself. since the weed didn’t end up working. my friend had some 200mg caffeine pills, and my irrational ass thought that caffeine would sober me up. so i popped THREE. give it another 30 minutes of freaking out and all of the sudden i start shaking uncontrollably, hyper ventilating and even worse than before. my friend finally managed to call an ambulance after about the 7 hour mark, i don’t remember much after they arrived but once i got back into consciousness they told me that i’m lucky to be alive. my heart rate was 195 beats per minute and it ended up stopping 3 separate times. that was 4 years ago. i still have ptsd and suffer from derealization and depersonalization. it feels like this is never going to end.

Hey yall. I'm an experienced mushroom eater, relatively new to cultivation but still ain't my first rodeo. Today, I was testing out a recent flush I just grew, and had the weirdest trip I've ever had.

I did My usual dosage, my usual way. Fasted for 12 hours before, ate 1.7 grams and immediately chased it with a light but filling snack. The come up was kind of slow, but nothing out of the realm of ordinary. Once I started peaking the visuals were spectacular, but I got very tired, so i closed my eyes. Maybe it was mushroom trip dreams I was having but what ensued seemed more like a dmt trip than a mushroom one. There were other entities present, and I felt like they were communicating with me. It was also reminiscent of Alice in wonderland . I've never done dmt, but I've read and heard about the experience and that's the best way to describe what this felt like.

It was overall a pleasant experience, just completely out of the ordinary. Anyone else ever experience anything like this?

Bench rating guide -

0-5 points go toward bench quality

0-5 points go towards view quality

Total of 10 points per bench

11:20. Meet up with friend at a park we frequented during highschool. I down a Monster™ Mango Loco and we take our tabs. We sit down at the first bench of many, overlooking an empty soccer field. 5/10. Pretty comfortable bench, but not much of a view. We sit there for about an hour reminiscing as the tabs kick in. Either 150ug or 250ug, don’t really remember. They’d been sitting in my personal safe for a year, so we weren’t sure how potent they would be. Tabs start kicking in a little and we decide to take a walk. We stop a little further down the track to catch our breath. Effects are steadily growing more noticeable. We chill out in a little alcove for a bit, then leave because there are too many mosquitoes.

1:00. Peak starts. Lots of dandelion fluff flying around in the wind. The floor is covered in it and it looks like a thick layer of snow. Friend stops to pick some up then instantly blows it away. We come to a riverside respite I have fond memories of. The trees are all labeled with the names of people who donated them. There are multiple benches. We sit on the one furthest from our entry point. 6.5/10. Really dug into my asscheeks, but otherwise a pretty good bench. There was a woman sitting under the trees to our right rocking back and forth in a very Hasidic motion. Keep her in mind for later. We decide to start listening to music, so I pull out my headphones and put on a playlist I made in anticipation for the trip. Time speeds up and slows down in rhythm with the music. The river in front of us turns into whirlpool. A man rows past in a canoe or kayak or something, I’m no maritime expert. We talk about society’s perspective on drugs and start speculating that the rocking chick may also be on drugs.

2:00. Currently fighting a violent urge to piss myself. There’s a shady alcove under a highway behind us. Good place to take a piss, so we start walking over. We get there and I sit on a steel bench nearby. 9/10. Very uncomfortable at first, but quickly became a bunker. I start settling into the new nest and the urge to piss fades. Peak is really starting to hit now. Focus is switching back and forth between the trees in the distance and the dog running across the field in front of us. The top of a telephone pole intersects with some hanging leaves from the tree behind us. Target locked. Intensity keeps building until the telephone pole turns into a landbridge between two semi-spheres of galactic proportions. We start to get hungry, but ultimately decide to wallow in the emptiness of our stomachs.

3:00. Wondering if the rocking chick is still there, so we walk back to the previous spot to take a look. She’s gone, so we follow suit and continue along the path. If we stick to the right side, we’ll make a full loop back to the starting point. Get to this cozy little spot next to the main road. There’s a building on our left with some native Aboriginal art on it. There is a bridge across from us, with a set of active train tracks further in the distance and some contemporary skyscrapers making up the backdrop. The reflection of a passing train bounces off the water below as the cityscape grows closer and closer. We take note of the tremolo helicopter sound typical of an acid trip. Google it and find out that it’s the sound of blood pumping through our brains past our ear canals. Fucking epic.

4:00. Peak is starting to die down and we decide to keep moving. I get a leg cramp crossing an old wooden bridge and try to focus on stopping my earphone from falling out. We stop at a riverside alcove to take a look at the water. A bunch of bugs crawl in and out of holes in the mud under us. We sit down at a nearby bench. 7/10. It was freshly painted blue and had a table for us to rest our arms on. Some trees sway back and forth across the river, but otherwise nothing of note. We chill there for a bit before moving. Keep walking along the path until we reach a shady little bench near the local soccer club. 0/10. Wood was rotting and crawling with bugs. Didn’t sit down. We continue along the path and pass under some graffiti’d pipes decorated with ornate tiles; another fond spot from highschool. I decide not to hang around as the bridge had some foot traffic and I didn’t wanna seem sketchy. We sit down at a bench nearby. 6/10. Very similar to the blue bench but with slightly rotted wood. There is a familiar tree nearby and a road stretching uphill in the distance; A nice scene, but we decide to move onward. No more rests. We power past some riverside houses and reminisce over friends who used to live there.

5:00. Having circled back to the point of origin, my friend and I part ways. I go home and start readjusting to normal life. After scoffing down a cookie and two litres of water, I cuddle up to take a nap, remove my glasses, and realise my room is full of little shadow people reaching out to eachother; Kinda like that one scene from Labyrinth with the helping hands. This is officially the last thing of note before the end of trip, although visuals persist for many hours after.

I took 1350mg of DPH and reached Eiriel

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No, this was not a s attempt, I did this just to experience the trip, and god part of me regrets it so much.

My HPPD after this is worse than ever and I still feel sluggish and quite depressed.

Age - 15

Height - 5'10

Weight - 130 pounds

Date - Jan 11, 2023

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Well, without further ado, here it is.

I live with my grandfather, after my parents kicked me out. However, this night they were letting me stay with them. I took the pills around 7pm and didn't feel much for the first ten minutes. I wrote "1350 mg dph" on my arm, to remember what i had taken.

Then, it hit me, much harder than any of my previous experiences the come up felt like it was the peak of some of my other trips. My body felt heavy, and my stomach started to hurt. I just sat on my phone telling people what I had done, most people didn't even know what it was.

Now, my first real hallucinations, spiders. Not just the tiny black spiders i see on 700mg, these were real, huge and extremely realistic. They looked like brown recluse, except they had bright and vibrant patterns, almost beautiful in a sense. At this point the whole room was fuzzy, like my HPPD x5, and I could see strange shapes forming inside the walls, like there were creatures inside of them. I began to hear my dead friends voice calling my name, and knew his screams weren't real.

This is where I decided to experience the real horror, I dimmed the lights and turned on some music, partially to mask the noise of my friend. Wlfgrl by Machine Girl, my favorite to listen to on DPH. I remember the sound of the music felt more intense than ever and almost scared me. The creatures inside the walls, now large snakes and tracers moved and danced to the sound of the beat. I stared at them for about 10 minutes, at this point I was having quite fun. Then, I felt spiders crawling all over me, and then saw a black mamba snake climb across my body. At this point I felt almost incapacitated, like I could barely control my body. I tried to move around to get some water, and hit my head hard at least 3 times. I barely made it back to the room I was staying in, and had quite the headache now from hitting my head so many times. Of course, I tried to turn on the TV, which I couldn't and hit my again on the desk. I decided just to go back to laying down, try to focus on the visuals.

Then, my grandpa came in the room. I didn't know he was coming over, but apparently he was. Turns out this is real, and he thinks my behavior was because of HPPD and a lack of sleep. He tried to speak to me but he kept disappearing and reappearing, I couldn't make a coherent response to anything he said. My grandpa immediately recognized my symptoms, as he had almost taken me to the hospital on 950mg before. He said I needed water and to come upstairs. I don't even remember what I said, as at this point I was completely incoherent. But I tried to go upstairs, I remember the room downstairs felt off, everything was so blurry. I saw faces of people I used to know, floating and see through, with angry looks on their face. I remember I felt so horrible, and my head hurt so bad. I was definitely caught this time.

As I swayed my body upstairs, I had no motor control whatsoever, and began hitting the walls, and knocking things over around me. I fell while walking up the stairs, hit my head on the hard floor and I began to bleed. I went upstairs and, thank god, my grandpa was gone. But my mom was there, I told her I was really tired and hit my head and went she went to get me a band aid. My grandpa had left me a water bottle, I tried to grab it but my hand was empty, nothing was there. Turns out the water bottle was a few inches away from where I grabbed it, I hit the bottle and it spilled. My mom was back, clueless as usual, and thank god she helped bandage me up and said to just get rest. She would take care of the spill, I sometimes miss her and I feel like i should have thanked her for this.

I wasn't even at the peak of the trip yet, but I saw a package at the door, for me? I hadn't ordered any package but it had my name on it, and it was labeled "TATTOO KIT" all over it. Ecstatic, I somehow made it downstairs and to the room where I was going to sleep. I opened it, and although it had been labeled tattoo kit and was really small, it contained crystal meth from breaking bad, dmt, weed and an electric scooter??? I took the drugs and put them in my safe where I keep my substances. Thank god I managed to keep it hidden from my parents. The room I was in was a mess, obviously, and I was covered in bruises and blood. At this point I wasn't even hallucinating spiders, it was a whole new world of darkness. The walls were sinking in, everything echoed and I didn't even know what day it was.

I lay down, after supposedly stashing my new drugs in my small safe (they turned out to be toys for my little brother). I looked around the room, seeing the usual spiders, this time they were black widows crawling on my face. I wasn't that phased, and decided I was hungry, god I am so stupid. But I got up to go over to the next room and get food, this is where Eiriel truly began.

When I exited the room I was supposed spend the night in, the main downstairs room wasn't that anymore. It was my ex best friends house. As I wondered through his supposed stashes of weed, nicotine and shrooms (more of my brothers toys). I saw his house was infested with centipedes. I began to run, I believe I was actually crawling and just flinging my body around my house. This time, injuring my leg and probably making a commotion. Then he appeared. "Dude what the fuck, you aren't supposed to be here" then, he just vanished into thin air. Strange.

I decided to exit his house and walk back home, but as I was about to crawl upstairs I encountered a strange entity. It was what I imagine to be a ghost, it didn't have a face or anything and was almost this fog-like creature. Almost see through and filled with strange colors. I felt a dark connection to the entity and almost comforted by its presence. I got closer, fascinated by this dark, pulsing entity. I reached my hand out and began to touch it. It felt like cotton candy almost, but my hand could reach through it, but then as I put my hand in more I felt a horrible sting. I felt like it had burned, cut me, bit me, or whatever. Although I didn't see any wound, I definitely felt pain in my hand, almost like a decent sized cut combined with a 2nd degree burn. Then i felt extremely dizzy and like I was going to pass out, blue lights began flashing all over the place, shadow people darted around me and my body felt so heavy but so light at the same time. This is where I believe I suffered my first seizure of the trip and blacked out.

God knows when later, I woke up, but it wasn't the next day yet, I was again in a different place. It was back "home" at my grandpas house in my new room. Except something was very different, the room felt fake, like it wasn't my real room. The door would not open and almost all of my possessions were gone. I noticed a camera in the corner of my room, I was trapped. I remember I felt the most numb feeling I had ever felt before, I couldn't even read the writing on my arms. I felt as if I had lost everything. As I stood up, I still felt heavy and very dizzy. I tried to open my window but it happened again, I had another seizure, less visuals, but more incapacitating. At this point I gave up and just lay there. I wondered what happened after death, I couldn't quite comprehend death, or life really. I probably should have died, wonder why I didn't dies years before this. I just lay there, my body so frozen but shaking at the same time, and eventually blacked out or fell asleep, probably both.

I woke up on the floor of the room I was staying in, covered in my own vomit. What the actual fuck, I had slept on my side, I could have died or been extremely injured multiple times in this experience. I was so hungover, and tired, but I had the energy to clean up after myself. I don't remember much else of that day, but I kinda just sat around watching tv. My parents didn't even say anything, and I gave my brother his toys back. I decided to throw away the rest of my Benadryl, but part of me doubts im ever going to really quit. It's like a horror movie or true crime to me, so horrible and dark I enjoy it. I wonder if this drug is going to kill me, or if the conditions I have from using it so much already have. I don't think this will be last report, although I want it to be. Hopefully I can make it to 18 without using this drug, but I doubt it.

Warning: I do not condone the use of illicit substances

 In 2020 I was 15 years old and had prior experience with weed, lsd, alcohol, and nicotine. During this time in my life I was very fascinated by psychedelic drugs and the history of them. 

 At 6:00pm i dropped two tabs and relaxed on my phone waiting for the first effects. At 6:30pm i rolled up a 2 gram backwood and planned on smoking it right at my peak. At 9:00pm before my peak took full effect, i took my backwood out on the back deck. It had been a week since i smoked and could feel an overwhelming since of anxiety. I lit up my blunt and after the first hit i immediately felt detached but also determined to finish this blunt. 5 hits into the blunt i was noticing how my visuals were slowly turning into hallucinations, this frightened me. About halfway through the blunt i looked at the line of cedar trees across my yard and they all now have red eyes. At this point i had no idea what was next. I put my blunt down and walk back up to my bedroom. Once i get to my bedroom i just start walking around looking at my belongings. I started to notice how noises became unbearably loud, especially for my mini fridge. Before i knew it i had forgotten what i was doing and found myself just walking in small circles. At this point i could only retain my consciousness for what seemed like a couple thoughts at a time and i keep finding myself in these loops. I finally decided to lay down on my bed at 2:00pm and to just breath. I truly thought i was going to die or i was already dead. As i was working on my breathing I remember googling how to breath, let me tell you that is terrifying. I was so delusional i thought i was living 3 lives at the same time. My life which was in the bed, my other life which was in the back of an ambulance, then my 3rd which i never got to know. I was imagining very real voices of paramedics and police officers talking to my parents about me. Throughout all of this, i had a breakthrough and found myself in a stone room with the bricks painted black, in this room there was 1 door on each wall, then i was shown my loop. It was a tiny floating island in space with 1 lamp pole, a bus stop and a phone booth. At the worst of my trip that is where i was. At 4:00pm i open my eyes and immediately know I’m alive and i am back to normal, i would believe I experienced extreme dissociation. And my HPPD isnt going anywhere.

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Wow, I recently had my 2nd ever psychedelic trip! I’m a male in my mid twenties. First time was 1.5g shrooms lemon tek tea around 4 months ago. This time I tried 2.0gs, lemon tek tea.

Set and Setting: At home, weekend night, trip room ready, sober wife in house to trip sit if needed, best friend has phone ringer on to call if needed, trip killers handy. My 4 month old puppy is excited to hang with his Daddy all night. I fasted all day. Had a hard workout and spent time outside. Nerves were settled and I was ready.

The Trip: 8:30pm: Chugged my tea and went to the trip room to get started. I wrote my intentions down in my trip journal. Leading up to the trip I was wanting it to be a meaningful one, as I have anxiety issues to work on. As the trip got closer, I felt more the need to have fun, and if the introspection happens along the way, then great!

8:45pm: The first effect I felt was heavy body euphoria, and a strong sedative effect. I was playing tug with my puppy on the couch while watching a Netflix nature documentary on dogs.

9:15pm: As the mushrooms began to take hold, I experienced the classic come up anxiety. Instead of trying to calm things down, I decided to face the anxiety head on. I changed the Netflix to a documentary on octopuses and started blasting some very intense fast pace music. The first Closed Eyed Visuals began. Each time I closed my eyes, a scene of morphing dark colors appeared. Music sounded amazing. I started to see / imagine some scary faces when I closed my eyes but I didn’t let it scare me. I told myself “Hey, it’s just a drug, just roll with it, it’s not actually scary”. And it worked! I saw a few more faces and it didn’t change my emotions at all. The faces stopped appearing and all was good.

9:30pm: For the next 30mins I painted, listened to music while my wife hung out with me. I was marveling at how profound each thought was.

10:00pm: I spent the next 30mins just laying on the floor petting my puppy while he slept. I was very content and relaxed. The open eyed visual began taking hold. I experienced the classic “Breathing” effect of the walls and floors. My dog’s furr was glistening in the LED lights and holographic see-through duplicates of whatever part of his coat I focused on appeared. This creature is my child. I am his protected, his provider. He loves me and I love him. And holly mother of fuck, laying on the ground feels sooooo good.

I looked across the room at my wife and as she moved, traces of where she had been lagged behind her. This effect happened sporadically for the next hour or two. When she left the room I could feel the room getting larger as I got smaller and vice versa. I thought this was so damn cool. I felt like I was finally really “tripping”.

For a decent amount of the trip I felt heavily sedated. One noticeable part of the trip was that I felt fully aware of certain realities of life. For example, as I walked in the bathroom, I was fully aware that my consciousness is something we don’t really understand and it’s existing because of neurons firing in my brain and my brain is attached to this skeleton and meat sack of a body and that’s what I am. For a moment while talking to my wife I could vividly imagine seeing her skeleton and brain, then see her consciousness floating there talking and communicating with mine. It was quite beautiful.

10:30pm: Said goodnight to my wife and grabbed stacks etc. I was surprised how lucid I was because this was by far the most fucked up I’ve ever been.

10:45pm: When I arrive back to the trip room I realize, it’s only 10:45pm, I’ve either just peaked or am peaking, and this isn’t getting too intense for me to handle. For me, this means I can allow myself to introduce ole’ faithful THC to the mix. I proceed to rip my THC vape pen while listing to Duncan Trussel on JRE on my phone on max volume.

11:00pm: The THC added a nice little spice to the trip. It kept the intensity up for a little longer and the visual effects were enhanced. I decide to chill and watch a movie.

1:00am: After the movie I just played music and chilled and thought. I was starting to sober up and was having crystal clear thoughts. I realized quite a few helpful things for working on my anxiety. I thought of actionable steps to take to increase my mental strength against anxiety.

2-4am: basically sober and watched random YouTube videos until I could fall asleep at 4am.

Conclusion: Holy fuck that was awesome. I was SHOCKED how much more intense and how many more visuals I had compared to my first trip (only 0.5g more this time, same bag of shrooms). I had an absolute blast. I got exactly what I was looking for, a good time and a little bit of introspection. The days after the trip I’ve felt amazing. It felt like I reset my brain in a way. I used to have a much better handle on my anxiety years prior to now. After this trip I feel like I have more of my old brain’s control over it back. It feels very empowering. I took 4 months off between these first two trips. I plan to continue dosing 3-6 times a year and increasing by 0.5g every so often until I get to where I want to be! I’m excited to go deeper. But I’m in nooo rush for a heroic dose or ego death.

[Re-Post: Small Edits + New Account dedicated to just my trip reports].

Hello all! I tripped for the very first time this year! Here’s my trip report:

Background: Typical story, male, mid twenties, a novice pothead who recently became interested in psychedelics. I did my research and decided 1.5g shroom lemon tek tea was the move. I completed all the prep-work: set up a trip cave, wife agreed to tripsit, day off work, and obtained the shroomies. I think I went a little overboard with the safety precautions. I had trip killers handy, moved all sharp objects out of trip cave, set phone to airplane mode, etc. I wasn’t too sure what to expect. I regularly dose quite high THC edible doses (100-200mg), and I figured these experiences were at least some sort of preparation for what was at hand with psilocybin.

The Trip: 8:00pm: I wrote myself encouraging notes in my trip journal. Then on an empty stomach I drank my mushrooms, went to trip cave, laid down, eye mask, headphones, playlist.

8:30pm: I slowly began to feel some effects. Very mild bursts of euphoria and I got the giggles whenever I tried to talk to my wife.

8:45pm: While moving around trying to put on a vinyl, I realized my coordination was that of being drunk. While trying to speak I found myself stopping halfway through sentences and loose track of thought and forget what I was even talking about.

9:30pm: A short time later I began painting and listening to music. This is where things got a little weird. I was having a nonsense internal dialogue about family drama that had happened earlier in the day and I was like symbolically painting my internal dialogue. I tried to describe what was happening to my wife but I had no idea how to verbalize it and that lead me into a fit of laughter lasting a few minutes. Eventually I told my wife: “Choosing colors for my painting is as important as choosing which family member you spend certain holidays with.” She goes “Damn, so choosing each color is pretty important then huh.” I reply “That’s not at all what I meant.” And died laughing. This was another effect that happened throughout: I would try to verbalize something I was experiencing to my wife, and I would say something cohesive that was adjacent to what I meant, but not at all what I actually meant. This made me feel kinda dumb like when I would get too stoned when I first started using THC.

10:45pm: I peaked during this hour. I painted to whole time, blasted music in my headphones. I experienced what I’m calling “Activity Locked”. Whatever I was doing, I was zoned the fuck in and I had a lot of trouble stopped whatever I was doing. The main effect was this fusion of my internal dialogue and my activity painting. It felt like my stream of consciousness was becoming what I was doing.

Each brushstroke sent sensations of pleasure into my brain. God, painting felt so fucking good. No visual effects besides white light on my phone was subtlety colorful and a little 3D. Link to painting:

https://www.reddit.com/r/psilocybin/comments/vgbeqm/i_painted_this_during_my_first_psychedelic/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

11:30: I continued to paint and began to comedown. The ability to speak full sentences returned to me and suddenly felt way more sober. My wife went to bed and I went back to painting and started hitting a THC vape. This was the move. It turned my very mind mushroom high into a very trippy very THC stoned high.

1:00pm: I began to get way more clarity on what I was thinking and feeling earlier during the trip. Felt totally couch locked and just sat on my phone writing down everything I could remember from earlier. That’s all I did until I passed out at 2am.

Conclusion: It was fucking amazing. It was the perfect first dose. The two main effects of the trip were ones I didn’t realize would be so profound - the activity locking and the merging of my internal dialogue and what I was doing. It definitely humbled me. I did not have an ounce of bad energy or bad thoughts the entire time which was amazing. Based on this, I want to keep trying mushrooms a few times a year and plan to keep increasing by 0.25-1.0g each time!

Have y’all had similar trips on similar size doses? Would love to hear from y’all!

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

Your top 10 posts:

• "Help spread the word about Fireside Project's Psychedelic Peer Support Line!" by u/fireside_project
• "Happy Cakeday, r/TripTales! Today you're 6" by u/AutoModerator
• "This is a fascinating explanation of Terence McKenna's famous hypothesis about how Human Consciousness Evolved from our Ancestors consumption of Psilocybin!" by u/pancakeketchupfries
• "A follow-up interview with comedian steve Cantwell about how salvia changed his views of life, death and how simulation theory makes sense post salvia"
• "Yo I've been making my own different smoke blends and some of them induce crazy effects! Good Vibes Only!"
• "GHB: Inside Look on the Famous Date-Rape Party Drug | Truth About Your Brain on GHB"
• "A very interesting 2nd trip" by u/Ausssie40
• "GHB: Inside Look on the Famous Date-Rape Party Drug | Truth About Your Brain on GHB"
• "GHB: Inside Look on the Famous Date-Rape Party Drug | Truth About Your Brain on GHB"
• "Anyone experience this?" by u/FUCKROBINHOOD420

A few years ago I took some acid for a show...it was for Rezz. Anyways, i've done Mushrooms and Acid previously and they've always been awesome trips. This one was no different, but with this one when I got back to the hotel I laid down in bed. (People always talk about seeing humanoid entities in their DMT, LSD, Mushroom trips but I never do.)

However, with this trip, all of my surroundings disappeared and a grid like pattern was seen. After that everything dispersed and there was pure white all around me. Literally everywhere I looked was just pure white, the bed was gone, my physical body was gone, etc. All pure white except for one thing. There was a 3D Hexagram just floating or levitating there in the pure white. It was beautiful, and colors flowed through the frame that made it a hexagram. I just stared at it the whole time.

The feeling of the experience I got from it was death???, but it was pure bliss like ive never experience before. I dont know why it felt like death but thats what i got from it... And it was just me and it. I also felt like maybe i needed to do something but I never did and just stared at it. I had many revelations of information during this trip...but when it was over and I went to sleep, i hardly remember the info...and today all of that information is gone.

Just thought I'd share because I never read a story like this one from someone else's trip tale. Any thoughts?

So, last night i dropped acid, about 200 UG, with my best friend and 2 other friends. Me and my friend have done acid once before together, tho a lower dose last time, about 150 UG.

On the comeup i could feel it way more intensely than last time, and watching David Attenborough documentaries was just amazing. Wonderful colors and general excitement for all the animals showing up on screen.

All 4 of us then decide to go for a walk (i should note that we dropped quite late, around 7pm as we were planning on having a chilled nighttrip, with focus on music, talks and natural sights), but on our walk i noticed that my friend were really tripping balls, and seeing all kinds of shit. While I didn't see anything, but was very euphoric and energized, i just wanted to move and run and experience everything.

On our way home from our walk i started running around and wanted to go out running when we got back to my apartment. So when i got back i changed into my running clothes, put on my headphones, told my friends that i would be away the next hour or two and if anything happened they could just call me. I ended up running around in my city for over an hour with minimal breaks (I'm not fit at all, and hardly ever exercise), Everytime I couldn't run i just wanted to test myself even more. In total i ran about 6-7 km during the 1,5 hours, with nice resting spots with views of the ocean.

After my long run i went back home and talked with my friends again, the 2 that haven't done acid before kinda badtripped because they kept riling eachother up, but after i got back they told me the whole mood changed.

I have never been so connected with myself, my sense of humor and my overall social life as I was last night. I felt like I was a Samaritan trying to help the other trippers, which just made me feel even better.

This was not a visual trip, but a way more social and personal trip, with lots of influence from my friends.

I feel energized, and ready to conquer myself even better than before. I saw myself from a fitness inspired perspective, and absolutely loved the idea of pushing myself to new lengths and becoming a healthier version of myself.

So a really good trip, if you ever have the opportunity to do exercise while tripping, please do, it's absolutely wonderful.

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Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

Your top 10 posts:

• "A full blown hallucination I had on acid. Actually made a painting of the entity I saw. If anyone interested in seeing, dm me. If any of you saw a similar thing, please lmk as I don't know what it means or why a gender fluid entity?" by u/aswathy_subha
• "A Conversation With The Guy Who Took Mushrooms And Saw CATS" by u/loganisdown
• "How psychedelics helped me to learn to enjoy life and find pleasure in everyday life. The psychedelic insight can help you bring back joy into your reality" by u/434_am
• "What is SALVIA? Everything You Need to Know: Effects of Salvia, Crazy Experiences, Harm Reduction, Drug Stories & Much More!!!" by u/quickbarquestionyeet
• "Matrix glitches are amplified in psychoactive states!" by u/434_am
• "Feeling weird lately? Me and my friend received important messages from the psychedelic realm about our reality undergoing an upgrade" by u/434_am
• "Your battle with forces of good an evil in the world and inside of you. Take a stand with the help of psychedelics. Face the low frequency energy trying to take away your freedom" by u/434_am
• "Meeting GOD & Interacting With PURE Truth - Science & Philosophy Behind "The Spirit Molecule" | Discussion of Spiritual Awakening & Soul Healing for Anxiety" by u/quickbarquestionyeet
• "Storytime" by u/stanarthur7
• "Psychedelic entities want you to let it go. Life is great. Enjoy it." by u/434_am

Well I popped it in my room but the trip starts with me standing in a beautiful and luscious forest. It was hard for me to tell the time as it seemed like dusk as well as dawn(at wherever I was).The melancholic voice of birds and the abstruse or inexplicable beauty of living beings excited at the same time shut down all my senses. Like I was feeling a lot more than I've ever felt in my life but it felt like if I was going numb after seeing all this ( I know it doesn't make sense).A squirrel then ran by me which startled the fuck out of me, but I started observing everything around me and started hearing and feeling things. A small lady bug chilling on my blue arm (I didn't ask myself why it was blue tho), tarantulas mating , a chameleon half brown and half green , a koala bear cub frolicking with it’s mamma bear and pretty much all the things I could have only dreamt of, was present in the forest (didn't see all the things, but could feel the presence in a very weird way).

Then I noticed something was walking towards me. Instead of freaking out as I always do, I started feeling so calm and loved and I started seeing it a bit more clearer. He/she (I couldn't tell) was an anomalous beauty with a dash of all the hues that I’m aware of in this universe. He was vibrant at the same time the most tranquilest being I’ve ever seen. Like he was just projecting every emotions towards me, if that makes sense?¿ But strangely enough, his eyes were closed and somehow he still made me think. I felt like I'm nothing compared to everything that ever existed or exists or have never existed. He then opened his eyes and both his green and blue eyes were illuminating and reflecting himself , which made me realise that I look like him for some reason. It really freaked me out that I tried to touch him. And I heard a gasp from my left, right before I touched him, as if someone could read my thought. It made me look that way and I saw myself looking at me !

Okay so what happened next is I'm standing next to "a different me" looking at the entity where we all look very similar but not normal (like if I played Holi) Now the other me, tried to touch her and I became one with the entity I tried to touch and for a moment I felt like there was never that different me or that entity but a "new man/woman" who's standing next to me. He/she told me his/her name (it was Aphroditus) and offered me some wild berries with a kind eye and a beautiful smile. I was in an insentient stage that I kept staring at him/her like an ambushed predator. He/she then caressed my face and leaned towards me. Then suddenly I heard a bang which felt unnatural and I looked away from him( I still regret looking away) to see what it was. When I looked back,he/she was gone :( and I was all alone in my room. And the banging sound was made by the delivery executive who was delivering a pizza my flatmate ordered, fucking hell