INTRO: I have both a story and a question concerning certain mushrooms I consumed while at Rothbury. For those of you you have not yet heard about it, Rothbury had its first annual music festival in Michigan this past Fourth of July weekend. I had done shrooms four times previously, consisting first of three amazing journeys and later one completely miserable experience. I was determined not to let my last mushroom trip be a bad one. PURPOSE: My hope is that someone within the grasscity community can offer a greater insight on shrooms (or maybe even music festivals) to help me figure out what went wrong. THE STORY: I was smoking and eating weed all day Thursday, and continued doing so right up until the maple syrup blunt I sparked at 4:20PM on Friday during the Snoop Dogg show. HAD TOO Earlier in the day on Friday, I had picked up an eighth of shrooms from a friendly looking plump lady who neighbored my own tent. Her license plate suggested she had drove up from Tennessee. I got it for 30 dollars, when I had always got it for 35 back home. I ingest half the bag right after the Modest Mouse performance [probably between 7:00PM and 8:00PM] in Sherwood Forest, saving the other half for a friend. They looked and tasted as the other shrooms I was familiar with. I planned to trip for Primus at 12:30PM. Soon after I eat the fungus, I meet my friend to give him the other half of the bag before we part ways for the night. I was so intent on being in the center of the first row for Primus, I held my spot at the stage they are scheduled to play at for 4 hours beforehand. I expected to start tripping during the performance by Of Montreal, the only band playing the stage before Primus. [8:30PM] So I wait.... [9:00PM] and I wait... [9:30PM] and I wait... When they walk off stage around 10:30PM, I am feeling only slightly more than a light head buzz. I am both disappointed and nervous at this outcome. I ate half an eighth and felt nothing... Was something wrong with me? Is my heart still beating? Was something wrong with the shrooms? Were they just weak boomers? Whatever the reason, I decide that I need some kind of mind alteration before the Primus show, so I light up a joint. After finishing the jay, I feel uncomfortably high. My friend standing next to me asks if I have started tripping. I respond, "I don't know". I feel awful. Not like I am really fucked up, but more like I am about to pass out. I frequently check my pulse with panicky thoughts of dying. Up until midnight, I am sitting with my back leaning on the fence, facing the increasingly large mass of humans building in front of the stage. All this time, I do not notice any of the usually symptoms of tripping (i.e. uninhibited thinking, visuals). I am simply extremely uncomfortable. The closer time gets to Primus coming on stage, the better I feel. I feel fine during most of the show, aside from having to leave to use the bathroom halfway through (I HATE WHEN THIS HAPPENS!!). I finishing watching the set with a less than perfect view of the band until they end with an encore around 2:30AM. [3:00AM] I smoke a blunt and fly into my dreams. Saturday I continue my non-stop marijuana usage, but early in the day decide to confront the lady I had bought the boomers from. Very politely, I tell her what happened (or what didn't happen). She acts surprised and her male friend (not as friendly looking) predicts that "my body chemistry was off". I take my loses and walk back to my tent. Not 10 minutes later, there are two state police cars at her tent. For the next 30 minutes or so, the cops question the lady and her friend. Eventually, they are arrested and escorted off festival grounds. I have no idea exactly why they arrested her. I assume she did something more than what I know because EVERYBODY was selling drugs out in the open, and very few arrests were made. Thinking this lady got what was coming to her, I decide that I still want to trip while I was at this festival. Later that night, during Dave Matthews Band, I bought another eighth of shrooms from a clean cut youngster with a red backpack. As we are making the transaction, I tell him about my bad luck. He sympathizes, and guarantees that his shrooms are good. He sells me an eighth for $25. So on Sunday, the last day, I don't eat or smoke anything before I ingest the whole bag around or just after noon. For a short period after I ate them, perhaps 1-2 hours, I feel different waves of nausea, dizziness, and extreme fatigue. But still, nothing at all like previous shroom trips. Around 6:00PM I start smoking my ganja again, and continue for the remainder of the night. I feel alright... but when I leave early Monday morning, I am still thirsting for a trip. What happened!? SIDE NOTES: -After discussing this with a friend, I was told that having too much THC in your body can prevent Psilocybin from working properly. -Beginning a day before the festival began, I successfully ended seven months of the daily usage of Adderall. I was supplied by a close friend, and always had it available. After being unable to quit at home, I decide Rothbury was the perfect way to separate myself from my supplier during the most challenging days of withdrawal. I have no idea how this affects things. -Smoking mad blunts while composing this post is my only logical prediction as to why I chose the high school science class formatting. CONCLUSION: This is where I am hoping you will help me out. I hope that if you actually read this entire thread, you will at least offer something in return. I am curious to hear about any hypothesis you have, or even a story of your own which relates to the one I have posted. I appreciate your time, and I appreciate your comments even more!!! See you all at next years ROTHBURY!!!
threads relating to substance besides marijuana belong in pandoras box. but to answer you question id say you should have taken them on an empty stomach to ensure a intense trip. or both times they were low potent mushies. im not an expert but those seem like the two most likely possibilities.
we always drank lots of orange juice or some sort of citric acid as it is supposed to help promote the trip (stay away from dairy, seems to hurt all my highs including mary). i myself have had good luck and never had a bad trip. only once did i start down a bad road, we were sitting around taking rips and playing video games when i almost got to the point where i lost all comprehension (like i didnt even know how to play the game i have played 100 times) and for me thats bad because i personally can't completely lose myself and be ok. so i had to take a break from the tv and such so i took a chair out to my back porch and just watched the trees sway and the birds fly around until all my buddies end up joining me out there. no problems after i got back in touch with the good stuff. thats as close as i ever came to a bad trip in about 10-15 times eatin boomers including 2 times at coachella arts and music festivals (Tool + Halucinagens = the best show EVER) and many other shows. seems like it is all about your state of mind at the time and if you have things on your mind or you are so worried about whether or not the boomers are good or if you are gonna be ok it seems to have an affect on things. what did your friend say about his trip? did he have problems too? my suggestion is to try again in a very comfortable environment for you with only good friends around and i bet you anything you have a blast.
Thanks to those who have responded. I'm glad somebody asked, because I did forget to mention what my friend said when I asked him how he felt after eating them. I was not with him, but the next day he said he had a good time even though he didn't exactly "trip" on his half of the eighth either.
YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M THE LADY YOU BOUGHT THEM OFF OF AND YOU PROBABLY RATTED ME OUT, ASSHOLE! THANKS A LOT DICK, CAUSE OF YOU I GOT ARRESTED! Haha, just kidding. I doubt if I fooled anyone anyways. as far as the shrooms, i think everyone else covered it. Eat on an empty stomach and get some vitamin c. And sometimes I've heard if you doubt the trip that maybe it won't be as intense or whatever. Believe in the trip. Or some of that yoda bullshit, haha. Probably bad caps too. selling to strangers at shows is the best way to make a buck off of bunk shit.