Edit: Trip report! Okay, when people say 'trip,' I'd never really known what they meant. Trip, as in, you become so stupid you trip over your own feet when you walk? No, that would be more like alcohol or something to that effect. Shrooms presented me with a one-way trip to mind-fuckery-land for four hours, and I absolutely enjoyed it. First off, this was definitely not a completely good trip. Well, I suppose I could've picked a better place to do it; I was in my friend's apartment, a friend who enjoys decorating with scary things, lighting with red light, fake spiderwebs, pictures of Freddy Kreuger, etc etc. He also decided it would be a good idea to watch the movie Pi when we tripped out. Having not eaten anything all day, I was more than psyched to fill my stomach with shroomeys and some apples/chocolate. For reference, if weight really matters when it comes to shrooms, I weigh 155. I'm a male. I ate an eighth, all at once, downing it with some orange juice. We played a game of Magic the Gathering while waiting for them to kick in. We finished the game, and he just kinda laid back onto his bed. I started watching the movie. He fell asleep almost right away. I noticed my face starting to feel funny at about 10:00 (Eated the shroomeys at nine.) I started to feel some ridiculous body high, like I'd just smoked a pound of the dankiest herbs I could imagine. From there, my reality started to crumble. My emotions started to go all over the place. The tense undertones of the movie we were watching were making me extremely uncomfortable, so I turned it off, instead opting to listen to some Of Montreal. That is, when I finally figured out how to work the infernal contraption some would refer to as a "laptop." Now I know how old people feel. Anyway, the music started playing, and that lightened my mood. I started to get really bored just sitting there by myself, so I went to lay down on the couch in the closet, where I was to sleep eventually. I closed my eyes to enjoy the music, and all the sudden, I fell through the couch. I was floating, and there were intense colours all around me. I opened my eyes to make sure I was still real, and looked at my hands... My fingers were dripping off. I hopped out of the closet and woke up my friend. He said some things I didn't quite understand (everything he said last night ended up being nonsense) and we both just started laughing. He was drifting in and out of sleep, and when I reached over to try to wake him up, my arm extended past this plane of reality, faaaaar into his dreams, to pull him out. I hesitated for a second before doing so, as his face was contorting and twisting; happy to sad, angry, demonic, back to normal again. His forehead was impossibly large, and his eyebrows were slanted at a sharp angle. Then he was back to normal. I had to use the bathroom. "I'll be right back, *name*, to pull you out of your dream-plane..." "No, I wanna be in trippy dreamland... Look, the poster... No, in-and-around..." For some reason, it made perfect sense to me at the time. I left and went into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I peed. Everything seemed pretty normal in there, until I got to the sink. I turned on the faucet and washed my hands, when I almost looked up. I glanced at the bottom of the mirror, where I could vaguely see the bottom of my reflection. Horrified at the evil vibrations I was getting from the other person standing in front of me, I turned my head down, and slowly walked out, back into the other room. My friend was awake now, and playing on the laptop. I asked him if he'd like anything to drink. He said no, because he just poisoned himself with what we'd eaten, and anything else would be bad. I told him the juice is all natural, and it would absorb the poison and make him okay again. He shrugged and said he'd love some juice then. (It made sense at the time.) I asked if he'd accompany me on the long journey to the fridge. Who knows what kind of things could be out there? He declined, and I decided to go anyway. I got the juice boxes, a kind of off-brand kind that said "No artificial flavours! No artificial preservatives!" Okay, only NATURAL preservatives. Anyway, got back into the room, and tried to get the straw in. Okay, you know when Capri-sun juice...bag...things have the little hole right on the side, and you get juice everywhere trying to get the straw in? These were like those, but if Beelzebub himself endowed the tiny metallic hole with the unbreakableness of diamond infused with titanium. Diamotaniumd. We tried futilly to get the straws into the bags for what seemed like eternity, before I grabbed a pair of scissors and we both just cut into ours, draining all the juices into glasses (and anywhere else it might've dribbled onto.) From there, he went back to sleep again, and I went back to lay in the Closet of Alternate Realities. From there it's kind of a blur; I stopped documenting my trip on the note application on my phone when the little bright letters on the keyboard started to dance and spin. The posters on the wall were all breathing at me, and the anime, Cat Soup, that I had put on to watch was now turning crazy colours. I stopped watching it at one point, and I remember thinking about things I'd prefer not to get into here. Suffice to say, this was the bad part of my trip. Luckily, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind (Read: Probably fell asleep) and when I looked at my phone's clock next, it was 2:00. Four hours tripping my freaking balls off. I sat up, turned on some quiet music (check out Six Organs of Admittance, For Octavo Paz. The final track. It's serene when you've just tripped. Maybe that's just me) and reflected on all that'd just happened, enjoying a Clove. Are things like this just one's body purging the poison from the mushrooms from them? Or are they the mind's way of reflecting on itself? Was I horrified to look into the mirror simply because people tell me not to when I'm tripping? Or am I scared to evaluate myself in real life, scared to take criticism, scared to reflect on my own self? And why are those goddamn juiceboxes so freaking hard to open? Well, that was my trip. I will MOST DEFINITELY be doing that again, but with a few modifications; friend(s) that is/are awake, well-lit room, not taking so much (I think I would've enjoyed much more if I'd taken a half-eighth,) no dissonant-toned movies to begin the trip with (or at all during tripping,) no more tripping in rooms with pictures of killers and blood everywhere, and finally, all juice will be in bottles. I have about 2/3 of an eighth left, and I'll be enjoying that outside, on trails, in a nearby forest, or something to that effect when it's a bit warmer. ------ ORIGINAL POST My friend just texted me, telling me he picked up a half O of magical wondershrooms! We're planning on eatin' 'em on Tuesday; I'll probably nom on about an eighth, maybe a littttle less; it's my first time ever, so I don't wanna go too crazy on it! What are some fun things to do? We play video games quite a bit, and Magic: The Gathering, so I assume the card art will look pretty amazing. I have lots of music games at my disposal, and most any PC game out there. Also have two DSes, one PSP, and every console back to the Atari 2600 except PS3. Any game recommendations would be epic, so I know which console(s) to bring over. I've also heard not to look into the mirror, which just makes me want to do it more. Is there a specific reason for this, other than seeing my own face looking evil/twisted/crazy? I've also heard to go outside, but it's balls-cold out here right now. It may POSSIBLY be above freezing on Tuesday, so that's a poooossibility. We also have lots of wonderful buds, some drank (Which neither of us really like drinking,) some X (Which I'd probably prefer not to take since I just took it a week and a half ago, but if it's going to be an amazing experience...) and possibly some ket at the time. Besides the bud, does anything go well with shroomeys?