First of all I want to say that it all happened to me while i was sleeping. LD dose.. interesting.
I’ll give you guys some background info about me so you can hopefully understand what I went through the dream, or at least to some degree. About 5?0? 130 pounds, this honkie is the typical rebellious teenager (16 years of rebellion to be exact), thinking he is omnipotent and nothing bad will happen to him. I’ve gone through severe major depression, and only received treatment early January, which was Effexor and talking to a shrink. Before my dose, I was feeling better, and the depressed thoughts would only come once in awhile. I’ve happily smoked Miss Jane on numerous occasions, and only gotten drunk a few times. But never have I played with the Devil’s candy, Idoser!
Well, now that you know a little about me, I guess you’re dying to hear the rest of the report (or for me to just shut up). After hearing so much about idoser from online persons and real life acquaintances, my rebellious and curious nature took course and I inevitably bought a dose. Lucid dream dose. I was really open minded with the all the dosing and blacebo effects ,so i decided to give it a try. It was 11 pm when i snucked into my quiet room and layed my headphones on. Here is the weird part. I was tripping balls in my dream. It was so clear, so real and a bit scary.
I'll try to describe it word for word. Most of it makes little sense,but you
know how dreams can be. Here goes nothing..
Now I got the shrooms on Friday afternoon, right after school. Spring break was here, and I had my candy. What else could a teenager ask for? Well, although this next part is not the trip itself, I might as well add it, because you guys are already sucked into my world and this report. Quickly after school, I decided to take just a bite out of one of the stalks, and man was that foul tasting. Too bad I didn’t have anything to wash down the awful taste, excluding some old warm water. I drove to my orthodontist appointment, hoping something would happen but in the back of my mind I was quite certain nothing would.
While I was waiting in the waiting room, I was staring at the wall, for there was nothing else to do. I’m not really a magazine reader, so I was praying that my little bite would alter my reality in some way. Surprisingly enough it did, and it was quite apropos to what would happen later that day. I was staring at the wall, and all of a sudden I could see shapes take form in the wall, as the wall had some minor elevations and contours on it to make it more creative and less plain. I wondered if that was due to the bite I took or due to my minor HPPD. I then looked to the adjacent wall at an oil pastel painting. How neat that painting was, as all the colors started swirling with each other. I still don’t know how I managed to suppress my excitement and not shout “Holy fuck this shit is awesome!? Unfortunately, this trip only lasted a minute, and I only had minor color swirls.
Well, after my appointment I went home, overwhelmingly excited to shroom. The only problem was my parents. Tripping alone is not advised. Tripping alone for the first time is not advised. But I think tripping alone while your parents are in the room next to you is a pretty big no-no. Well, because I was so powerful and smart, I could easily get away with anything. I had set a limit to myself, and decided to shroom at 10:00. This way I could fast from dinner, which would be 6:00, and receive a very quick come up and a strong(er) trip. The next problem I would have to face was weighing out how much to eat. I remembered very faintly of a non electric scale in my dad’s office, and decided to use that to weigh out my shrooms.
Whoops! This scale only did pounds, not grams. No problem amigos! This is a quick fix problem that can be solved by rushing out to Target and picking up a proper scale. I get there and, what? No scale? Now what was I supposed to do? I read up on shrooms and other psychedelics heavily and learned that the biggest mistake people do is take too much. (Think Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: “You took too much man, you took too much.?
After debating in my head for about 10 seconds, I decided that I could eyeball shrooms. I mean I did buy three eighters. It would make sense that a third of that would be about an eighter, which was a suitable amount for a trip. Yet another problem occurred. As I looked into my bag of mushies, I found that the stalks were all different sizes. One, which I named “Big Poppa,?was by far much fatter and longer than the other stems. I decided to save him for later, for a more intense and spiritual trip. Instead of precisely breaking up the shrooms into thirds, I decided to take two white powdery stalks with random gold patches on them, which were a combined 7 inches in length, and a little thicker than your average Bic?pen. I tried looking up what type of shrooms they were, but could only conclude that I wouldn’t die from them.
After what seemed like hours (because I had gotten home at 9:00 after running out to Target), my hour had finally come. My parents were still awake, but they would go to sleep soon, as they usually did. I grabbed the designated shrooms and rushed to my bathroom to down the shrooms. Oh, and by the way, when people say shrooms taste awful, they’re not exaggerating. I fortunately poured out some Orange Juice beforehand and chewed up the shrooms for a few minutes, and swallowed them when I could no longer stand the taste.
Now was the worst part. Waiting. Waiting is pretty bad for any trip, but waiting alone with no guide is probably even worse. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t crying or screaming or anything during this time. I was just so impatient for the trip to come on, and nothing seemed to be happening to first 30 minutes. However, after breaking one rule of tripping (not scaling the shrooms), I decided not to break another one, which was re-dosing. Instead I would just stare at things and hope they would swirl and change just like what happened in the waiting room earlier that day.
I was watching some anime that my brother had downloaded on my computer in order to pass the time, in hopes that maybe the anime would look extra cool when the shrooms kicked in. At one point, the images on the screen became blurry. At the time, I was wondering whether or not the shrooms were starting to kick in, but now I think it was just the anime as nothing else became blurry. However, I began staring at my windows, in hopes that something would happen. Sure enough my windows appeared to be growing, as I was certain they were becoming longer and wider.
I resumed watching the anime, still in hopes that something cool would happen. Unfortunately nothing else happened, and the anime soon bored me to death. I decided to go lie down on my bed with my flowers, as I thought that looking at a pattern of flowers would be interesting. I remember distinctly staring at one of the orange flowers with its pedals open, so you could see the pistil and stigma (the part of the flower that receives pollen), and suddenly it started to change. The circular center of the flower (pistil and stigma) started to rotate, and then the pedals followed suit. This blew me away, and I blinked, in hopes that the flower would stay this way and that the shrooms had kicked in. However, I would have to stare at the flower for at least three seconds until something would happen.
Fairly certain that my trip was about to come on, I excitedly scurried to my living room where I could play Mario Party 5. Surely the bright colors and happy environment from the game would enhance my trip and direct it to a more pleasurable experience. In order to get to the living room, you have to slide open these glass sliding doors. I did so, and while I was closing the doors in order to contain the sound and fun I would have, I noticed faces in the glass looking back at me. There were a few large heads, most demonic feminine faces, and one other innocent boy. I was amazed, as there was surely no way there were these faces in the normal reality. Surely I was entering the shroom universe.
I was now beginning to feel very giddy, and slightly drunk. I wasn’t tumbling around or anything, just my physical state felt a little drunk and off, if you know what I mean. After I turn on the game and got ready to play, I am certain that I am about to peak. I start playing the game, and laugh about it for a few minutes. Yet again, much to my dismay, the game gets just as boring as Mario Party 5, and I decide to quit it. I then received a call from nature, and rushed to the bathroom to take a leak. Urinating in the toilet itself wasn’t that exciting, however the worms on the wood floor were. There were so many of them, and they looked like cells, as they lacked fine detail. They were all crawling towards the wall I was facing, but never did anything else.
The wood floor, however, seemed to breathe with me. I noticed it only slightly, and decided to take bigger breathes. I kept on inhaling more and more air, hoping that the floor would breathe even more. Too bad I just got light headed and the floor only breathed a little bit, maybe 3 inches or so.
After my trip to the bathroom, I decided to turn to Mother Nature for my enjoyment, as these man made devices did not amuse me. I was about to go outside, but then realized I would be very cold in the night with only a shirt and shorts on, so I went back to my room, now at the peak of my trip, to get some pants and a sweatshirt. So far, the status of the situation is as follows: no encounter with parents while tripping, moderate visual distortions, feeling “fuckin?great,?and mind as clear as a bell. Or so I thought.
After running back into my room, I completely forgot what my objective was. Dumfounded I sat on my bed and stared at the flowers again, only to find out all the flowers were swirling, like my little orange friend awhile ago. The flowers were spinning this way and that, and seemed to grow. Then my blanket began to ruffle, as if wind were being blown under it. I was blown away at this, for blinking my eyes and looking away would not alter how my blanket was appearing to me. Now I was tripping and things could only get better and more intense.
After staring at my white blanket with flowers for roughly three minutes, I started to notice a bunch of tiny faces appear in the white spaces between the flowers. They were the size of the faces on the dollar bills, and each was unique. Some had brown hair, some glasses, some mustaches, but they were all conversing with each other. It reminded me of the delegates who wrote the Constitution for some reason, as they were all older men, between the ages of 30-50. All of a sudden, without warning, all the faces slowly turned to look at me in unison. A bit scared, more intrigued, I decided that this trip was going to be amazing.
Finally I remembered why I was in my room, and that was to change! I put on some basketball warm-ups and a sweatshirt on and proceed to walk to the living room to leave my house. However, on the way out of my room, I notice a lump in my bed, as if someone was sleeping in it. Half of me was saying “That’s ridiculous. You’re shrooming, remember?? The other half of me wanted to bat it down just to reassure myself that it was just the shrooms creating this paranoid thought in my head. Of course the instinctive side won the battle, and I jumped on the lump, only to find it was air after all.
I then resumed my journey to go outside, and arrived in my living room in what seemed like ten minutes. Something was missing though, but what? Oh yeah, you need shoes to walk outside. In order to understand my logic over the course of the next several events, I’ll explain to you the layout of my house, or at least the appropriate part to this section of my report. To get into my living room, you need to open the sliding doors, as I’ve already said. Then, to get outside you can just open up the doors opposite to the sliding ones. The kitchen is attached to the living room, as there is no door there. Finally, the laundry room is attached to the kitchen, and here is where my shoes were.
I put on my shoes, and begin to walk to the doors to the outside world, when I remember I hadn’t eaten any food since 6:00. Time to make a crucial decision: the meal to go down in history as one crazy meal. After an intense debate in my head, I finally conclude that eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch would be the best meal. I pour myself a bowl, and literally dive into it. Well, not completely, but the whole time I was eating my face was about 2 inches from the milk. This shit was the shiznit! It tasted so good for some reason (I was tripping balls perhaps?). Not the munchies type taste I get, but a different one. It doesn’t really matter now, as it didn’t matter back then. The only thing that mattered was how fast I could inhale my succulent cereal.
After finishing my cereal, I was ready to journey outside. The only problem was, my parents?bedroom had a window facing my backyard, and they could clearly see everything that was going on. Their average teenage son staring at rocks and the grass and dancing around outside would probably raise some suspicion. Even though they were asleep I couldn’t risk getting caught, again (I’ve already been caught with weed). So I decide to go back to my room to chill and trip out some more.
However, when I got to my room, I realized I wasn’t really tripping balls, and I was only mildly tripping. So, with over an hour gone by, I decided that re-dosing would not do any harm, but instead enhance my trip. I grabbed my shrooms and went into my bathroom and looked at my face as everyone else does, and man was that intense. I’m quite hairy, and because I hadn’t shaved in over two days, my beard was quite rugged (for two days). As I stared at myself, my face seemed to decay and wither away, and I gave off the appearance of a weak bum. I stared at my face closely and it seemed to shrink while it was decaying, but nothing spectacular. No flesh coming off, nor seeing bones. Just my face aging and the man in the mirror seemed much different than what he was just hours earlier.
While I was staring in the mirror, I noticed in the corner of my eye that in my bathtub a beautiful naked white girl with black hair was lying down, looking at me. I wanted her to become real so badly, so I could make sweet hallucinatory love to her, so I continued staring at her. She smiled at me and moved slightly, and this continued for about a minute. Then her face turned more into a demon, and more white demons started appearing next to the initial demon. All the while I was staring into the mirror, not the bathtub itself. This soon bored me, and I decided to finally re-dose.
I ate another little stem, about 4 inches in length and about the thickness of a trusty Bic?pen, which you can purchase at your local Office Depot. Several of the mushroom heads had fallen off, so I decided to eat one, feeling that just that little head wouldn’t hurt. This time, consuming the shrooms was not as easy. Although my mind was clear, I was tripping balls, I had the memory span of three seconds and everything I saw was twirling and growing bigger and smaller. I began munching on the shrooms and the taste was worse ten fold. I was certain I would throw up, especially because I had forgotten to get a drink. I decided to drink the water from the bathroom sink in order to wash down the shrooms, which it did, but the water unfortunately didn’t expunge the taste from my mouth.
I currently felt “so fuckin?great,?and I had this huge perma-grin on my face. I couldn’t stop giggling about the fact that I was tripping like a mad man on the first day of Spring Break with my parents next door, and I was getting away with it too! I decided to go chill in the living room away from my parents, and maybe to eat some more food. I was walking down the hallway to get to the sliding doors, in complete darkness, giggling the whole while and stumbling as if I were drunk. I accidentally knocked into one of the sliding doors, and woke up my dad.
I rushed to the kitchen so he wouldn’t see me up close and notice my current condition. When he emerged from the sliding doors, he appeared as a lizard. It was a very cute lizard I must add, and I was sure he would grow a tail at any moment. I’m not sure how I managed to play it cool, but I did and apologized for waking him up and he went back to sleep. I decided to lie down on the couch and then closed my eyes to witness some CEVs. I saw a demon skull staring at me with blood dripping down the sides of the skull. It then changed into a staff that a shaman held, as it grew a bone-like neck.
Right about now I felt pretty exhausted, and wanted to hit the sack. This is where the trouble began. I lied down in my bed, not even taking off my sweatshirt or pants, just wanting to fall asleep. Too bad I just re-dosed and there was no way I was going to fall asleep that easily. I took off my sweatshirt and shirt and pants, and then slid in the covers and turned off the lights.
I looked closed my eyes and noticed some geometric shapes that everyone talks about. They were rainbow swirls, with random lines jutting out here and there. Was pretty neat for awhile, but then some other image took over. This beautiful woman appeared and she was completely naked. Lucky me. I wasn’t controlling this image at all though. It wasn’t like a beautiful image you think up in your mind; I was actually seeing her with my eyes closed right in front of me.
Her breasts then filled up my vision and boy were those massive. I don’t want to get into details, because then all you guys will exit this report and visit Chasey Lain or whoever fills your wet dreams. Anyways, she then unfortunately turned into another demon, which had green horns and a cross between a skeleton’s face and an Orc’s face. These CEVs were pissing me off, and I decided to stare at the wall. I started feeling kind of crappy, and I wanted the trip to be over.
I remember distinctly that it was 12:45 when I looked at the clock. Then I turned back to stare at the wall and thought about life. I somehow felt that this trip was turning pretty ugly pretty fast, and I wanted out. I thought about dying for a second, but soon realized that dying over a stupid trip was not worth it. Instead, I began thinking about death overall, and what life was about. Through thorough reasoning, I came to the conclusion that death is nothingness, and nothingness is everything.
I then combined the idea of infinity with nothing, as those are the two extremes and are both ideas. If you think about it, it’s just like the phrase “All or nothing.? Some people are content with something in the middle, but I was longing for infinity, whatever it was. However, as I said before, I reasoned out that infinity itself points to nothingness, and you cannot escape nothingness. I no longer felt afraid of death, but instead longed for it. I decided that nothingness is where I belonged, not this illusion of a reality.
During this time I was feeling like crap, but not depressed. Although I was still trying to cope with depression, none of these feelings entered the trip at all. I still had this overall feeling of happiness, yet I had a pounding headache and physically felt soar and desperately needed rest. Although I was exhausted, the trip wasn’t. It decided to grab me by the nuts and make me experience hell for a little while. I began to feel extremely hot and began to sweat, but I didn’t really care for all I wanted to do was to go to sleep.
After going through all of this, I was sure I had killed at least 30 minutes, if not an hour. Much to my dismay, I turned back to the clock and read 12:46. Fuck, there was no easy way out of this. I turned on my lights to get some Advil, and wow was my reality distorted. Every single object in the room was swirling, and the walls would breathe with me. Random objects would grow larger, such as my monitor, and others shrink, such as my boom box. I staggered to the bathroom like a drunk even though my mind was completely clear, and managed to coordinate the difficult task of twisting the doorknob to open up the door to my bathroom.
Feeling like crap, I was looking down at the ground. However, everything seemed at an angle. To explain what I mean, follow these instructions. First, tilt your head about 40 degrees to your right. Then, sustain that vision and un-tilt your head so you are looking straight forward, but viewing the world at a 40 degree angle. That’s basically what happened to me. I’m sure my neck and head were straight, because I was touching and trying to straighten them out, only to find that they were straight.
Another leak was needed, so I pulled down the boxers and my adder got to work. Two strange things happened. One, touching my wenis (penis for those of you too mature for my language) felt amazingly good, and I continued to play around with him for the duration of the urination. Two, the toilet appeared to be at least 20 feet away from me. I was worried I would spray the walls with my piss, but luckily I had great aim and no harm was done.
I decided to take two Advil to stop the killer headache I had and to also knock me out. Again, looking in the mirror made me appear to age to about 60, with wrinkles and looking very scrawny. I didn’t bother brushing my teeth or anything, but decided to try and sleep. I stumbled back to my bed, and threw the covers over my body in hope that the Advil would work.
I then discovered how weird my body felt. I had just placed a hand upon my sweaty chest and was amazed yet again. My body felt almost like silly puddy ?I felt I could stretch it for a few inches. I began feeling my whole body, putting my hands on everything I could. Everything I touched with my hands felt so relaxing, for my body felt so moldable and soft.
Somehow my hands ended up in my mouth, and that too felt very jelly-like. I felt I could rip off parts of my cheeks and play with them, but decided that ripping apart my body would not be the smartest idea. The few insights I gained were actually very important to me, and made me understand how to become a better person. I realized that I shouldn’t close myself off from people, but instead try to understand how they feel for they experience things the exact same way I do. This thought sort of blew me away, that I had overlooked this idea of having empathy towards others for so long. Then, feeling very drowsy, I decided to close my eyes, and before I knew it I was in dream land.
Someone asked about dreaming while tripping and I think it’s the same as tripping sober. At least the dream I can remember. I remember buying some weed and Ketamine from the same friend who sold me the shrooms. I stashed them in the side of my car, and got all excited that I would be able to try another drug. I had a head rush, but I never snorted the Ketamine. My thoughts were clouded, yet I wasn’t really thinking anything.
Then the next scene I was just trying to hide some weed behind a trashcan from my teacher, and somehow was successful in doing so. As for the rest of my dreams, I cannot recall anything “trippy?or any divine experience. I woke up the next morning feeling completely normal, but very happy the trip was over.
Was it a bad trip? Hell no!
I can see how Idoser and shrooms go hand in hand, at least for me. Shrooms is the physical high, and Idoser is the mental high. Together, you get so fucked up that up is down and you can’t even remember your name. Well not that bad, but you get the picture. Shrooming is definitely recommended to anyone who wants to experiment with more drugs. Just remember to keep a clear mind and know it’s just a trip.
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