Under the sea...

The first time I ever tried mushrooms I struggled to cope, I really did. I was used to acid and had a fondness for its tingly chemical talons massaging my brain and painting unusual colours and patterns all over the world, and I assumed mushrooms would give me the same sensation, just with a more organic twist, and the thought excited me no end.

How wrong I was.

Within half an hour of polishing off a mug of foul tasting, muddy 'tea' the first wave washed over me. It started in my brain and coursed through my entire being like a warped, multicoloured electrical current that surfed on my blood and appeared simultaneously to reach every extreme of my body.

No sooner had it passed and I eased into a relative comfort then the next wave broke over the shore of my being. The tide was coming in fast and I was trapped like a Chinese cockle picker, stuck on an isolated sand bank and at the mercy of a brutal and unforgiving ocean.

At the same time I found myself unable to move and equally incapable of staying still. Closing my eyes revealed terrifying visions that threatened to consume my soul, like macabre shadow puppets dancing inside my eyelids, but when open they allowed a distorted and twisted scene to play havoc with my imagination.

And then the power cut.

The music that had threatened to deafen me disappeared in an instant. The various flashing and ultraviolet lights were extinguished and, before my mind could accommodate the change, the utter darkness forced the ocean to rush from the beach as though someone had pulled a massive plug in the bottom of the sea. A warmth enclosed me, cushioning my every fibre and surrounding me with comfort like I had been wrapped completely in the world's softest cotton wool.

I somehow felt safer in the darkness.

Until my body decided it really didn't want the mushrooms to stay inside it.

Then I couldn't find the bathroom. Or a bin. Or even a sink.

I did find a corner, with a plant pot in it.

They didn't invite me back for any more mushrooms after that.
( Moey, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:11, 4 replies)

I've had that too with mushies - wouldnt put me off though.
Of the 'good' experiences I've had on mushies, I've found they generally occur when you are accompanied on your 'journey' by a trusted companion.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:17, closed)

It didn't stop me trying them again....
and again and again, etc...

I just knew what to expect after that.

And I soon learnt to accept that I would throw up. Every. Single. Time.
( Moey, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:21, closed)

ugh
Never thrown up.

I'm too old for that shit anymore now.

I've decided.

After one night too many of getting wrecked on pills and going to work.

Give me a decent bottle of wine anyday!

rafter
baz
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:39, closed)

Clicked only for the descriptive prose of tripping.

( girlinthehole, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:29, closed)