Experience:Unknown Dosages: 1 psilocin chocolate, 1 hit LSD; Lawing the Mown

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Trip Reports - LSD - Mushrooms

  • Date: September 11, 2014 (Approx.)
  • Gender: Male
  • Weight: 66 kg / 145 lbs
  • Age: 18

Here is how it went on my grand day out with psilocin and LSD on which I operated heavy machinery, smoked cannabis, and operated different heavy machinery. The actual effects were not all that out of the ordinary, but I feel the activities make it worthy of a report.

To my chagrin I can't recall the exact day this occurred - it was several months ago - nor can I recall the times of day of any one part of it. I do know that it was a hot summer day and it all occurred before nightfall. At the time my past experience as psychedelics go was with: 25i-nBOME (10 times), psilocin or 4-aco-dmt candies (4 times), psilocybin cubensis (3 times), DMT (1 time (with VERY minimal effects)), mystery acid (1 time), LSD (1 time).

It started while I was hanging around and smoking cannabis with my dealer, who was also a sort of friend though I'd not known her long at all, more or less just waiting for greater goods promised to me, which were: 1 psilocin chocolate, 4 tabs lysergic acid diethylamide. Exact measurements are also unknown, unfortunately. I drove her to pick them up, dropped her off, and returned to my house, where I ate the chocolate. It was about the size of a domino. About ten minutes after dosing, I got a call from Dealer Lady asking if I could pick up her and her friend from his trailer park. (Switching to present tense.)I wonder how the heck she got to his trailer park in the first place, but ask no questions, figuring she can't have gotten far in about twenty minutes. I say OK, but I just ate that chocolate, so are you sure I should be driving? No problem, she says, it takes forever to kick in. OK, I say. I drive out to this trailer park across from a gigantic power plant in the middle of nowhere and see her and her friend, and already everything is getting terribly strange. My mouth feels hairy as do my eyes. I think of him as a character from Breaking Bad, Skinny Pete for example, he wears a beanie cap and has really baggy pants and says yo and all that. As I'm driving them back I notice the drugs must be taking hold because I'm experiencing my signature intense embarrassment of everything I do, which always goes on during a psychedelic trip. I'm wearing a beige patchwork hat like one you'd see in Oliver Twist and want desperately to take it off; I also want to turn off the Aphex Twin CD, SYRO, which I have playing. I apologise for the music and Dealer Lady says, don't apologise, we like whatever you like. I think, wow, she kinda knows how I feel. I realize they're really nice people and there's no reason to be afraid when Skinny Pete finds a record under the seat and says, no way Electric Light Orchestra on frickin' vinyl huh. I drop them off and go back to Track 1, "minipops10[20.2][sourcefield mix]" and the long endless drive home begins. The song sounds incredible but it also sounds like it's speaking to me, reassuring me as I think about never being able to say no, and it always getting me into trouble. The song tells me, it's going to be OK. And when you get home you can find something to do that will keep ma and pa from figuring something's up. The hairy mouth effect is getting much stronger, my skin feels warm and tingly and stretched, like a taffy skin pulled over a skeleton of rough pumice. My eyes feel really dry and I look ahead at the road, there's rainbow slashes running down it in great arcs and I feel electrical impulses to follow them, barely resisting in order to stay on the road. I wonder why my mind is creating artificial rainbow roads and trying to kill me, only to realize that the other roads are wipemarks on the windshield. Realizing this, I realize also that the wind in my eyes is the AC, and I turn it off. I have immense difficulty keeping my eyes on the road because there's literally an obstacle obstructing my entire field of vision: the windshield. My heart pounds and I feel that electrical singe of intense fear in the face area. After an eternity I reach home.

At this point, I'm still living with my parents, so I run into the woods and squat by a brook to smoke some cannabis and take one of the hits of LSD. I also smoke a cigarette if that's important. Later on, I'll lose the other three tabs, and find them by this very brook but rained on and useless, but that's neither here nor there. I return to my yard and find the lawn mower has been set up by my dad and the lawn needs mowing. I grab my iPod, and turn on the album "Surfing On Sine Waves" by Polygon Window, then I start the mower. To finish the lawn, I need to mow in four great square spirals turning inwards: Front, Side A, Side B, and Back. I begin with Front. I'm experiencing I'll say Level 4 Geometry at this point. This yard has growing on it what seems myriad trees: a sort of scatter plot of deciduous going from Corner A to Corner C, and a row of coniferous along the road. The coniferous, I reach after about spiral turn four; they're exploding fractalized pain cones, but they're child's play compared to the corners. Going around corners, especially near the woods, but everywhere once I'm going around the trees, is physically impossible to do correctly. I move like a clockwork machine with an organic lifeform inside, straining to turn so that I'll align with the previous row of mowed grass on the unmowed grass, but I physically can't seem to do it. By about turn five I realize that the reason this is is that three sides - along the driveway, along the road, and along the house - are straight lines, but along the woods is a long squiggly line that I seem unable to follow without having to do over again and again. According to the shape of the yard I have to mow in a rhombus with one side irregular, but according to the drugs I have to mow in a perfect square. I unconsciously conform to the shape laid out in my mind, and then consciously conform to the shape of the actual yard, which means mowing takes two or three times longer than usual. However, I've mowed so many times that it's become almost entirely unconscious, yet the exact shape of the yard is not ingrained into my subconscious, and I'm immersed in OEV's at this point which can be quite distracting. This isn't to mention that though I've discovered just what the problem is that's making me have to redo row after row, I'm forgetting, redoing, discovering, and redoing again, ad infinitum. This need for intense focus in a mixed world of perfect geometry versus nature's irregularities makes for one of the most mind-blowing trips I've had.

The remainder of the trip is moreorless a repetition of this same problem throughout the entire lawn. I really wish that I could remember - now or even directly after the trip - the thoughts accompanying these, because I can recall a whole lot going on mostly involving the fact that I'm destroying an entire field of tiny living beings that make a habitat for more tiny living beings, thinking about the fact that that's all I do, with bacteria and such, and thinking about the lawnmower as a creature of its own merit, its strange spinning teeth, its cloth belly, its diesel veins, but that's all I've got. It may be fun to find similar, or more importantly quite different, activities to perform, that are unlike the usual for psychedelics, and perform them, either on my own or with some group somewhere.

Submitted by - Jonny v.17

Effects analysis

Effects present:

  • Tactile hallucinations - "My mouth feels hairy as do my eyes." "The hairy mouth effect is getting much stronger"
  • Anxiety - "I notice the drugs must be taking hold because I'm experiencing my signature intense embarrassment of everything I do, which always goes on during a psychedelic trip."
  • Delusions - "The song sounds incredible but it also sounds like it's speaking to me, reassuring me as I think about never being able to say no, and it always getting me into trouble. The song tells me, it's going to be OK. And when you get home you can find something to do that will keep ma and pa from figuring something's up."
  • Tactile hallucinations - "my skin feels warm and tingly and stretched, like a taffy skin pulled over a skeleton of rough pumice."
  • External hallucinations - "I look ahead at the road, there's rainbow slashes running down it in great arcs and I feel electrical impulses to follow them, barely resisting in order to stay on the road. I wonder why my mind is creating artificial rainbow roads and trying to kill me, only to realize that the other roads are wipemarks on the windshield. I have immense difficulty keeping my eyes on the road because there's literally an obstacle obstructing my entire field of vision: the windshield."
  • Geometry - "I'm experiencing I'll say Level 4 Geometry at this point."
  • Delusions - "everywhere once I'm going around the trees, is physically impossible to do correctly. I move like a clockwork machine with an organic lifeform inside, straining to turn so that I'll align with the previous row of mowed grass on the unmowed grass, but I physically can't seem to do it. According to the shape of the yard I have to mow in a rhombus with one side irregular, but according to the drugs I have to mow in a perfect square. I unconsciously conform to the shape laid out in my mind, and then consciously conform to the shape of the actual yard, which means mowing takes two or three times longer than usual. However, I've mowed so many times that it's become almost entirely unconscious, yet the exact shape of the yard is not ingrained into my subconscious"
    • and I'm immersed in OEV's at this point which can be quite distracting.
    • This isn't to mention that though I've discovered just what the problem is that's making me have to redo row after row, I'm forgetting, redoing, discovering, and redoing again, ad infinitum.
    • The remainder of the trip is more or less a repetition of this same problem throughout the entire lawn. I really wish that I could remember - now or even directly after the trip - the thoughts accompanying these, because I can recall a whole lot going on mostly involving the fact that I'm destroying an entire field of tiny living beings that make a habitat for more tiny living beings, thinking about the fact that that's all I do, with bacteria and such, and thinking about the lawnmower as a creature of its own merit, its strange spinning teeth, its cloth belly, its diesel veins, but that's all I've got. It may be fun to find similar, or more importantly quite different, activities to perform, that are unlike the usual for psychedelics, and perform them, either on my own or with some group somewhere.
  • Environmental cubism: "...but according to the drugs I have to mow in a perfect square. I unconsciously conform to the shape laid out in my mind..."