Don't get me wrong. There was some psychosis after the fact... but I'm pretty sure I'm not stuck in the matrix. [spoiler]But ultimately, how would I know, right? I s'pose I don't. But what would that say about your existence? Are you a figment of my imagination, or am I a figment of yours? Is ANY of this even real...?[/spoiler] Y'know.... I totally wouldn't be surprised if that's actually happened to someone though.

Scatterbrained not so well written recount incoming! I'm gonna paragraph space so it's not a wall at least. No promises aside from that lol So friday night. A couple of friends knew I could procure, and we set everything up for saturday. Figure between 8 and 930 am Saturday I made the trek to go scoop 'em up. While I was there, since it was a larger purchase he tossed me a couple caps to munch on while he did his thing. We settled up, and I returned to base. *note: this is where time stopped being a relevant variable. Mission accomplished. RTB to re-task, and re-deploy... Now, we didn't have a scale or anything so we divided up probably 1 1/4 ounces up as best we could visually 4 ways. About this time I really started noticing the "glow". Kind of a body high I tend to get with low doses. Totally from the caps I had eaten earlier. (In retrospect, now, I'm pretty sure that's where I -blam!-ed up. Had I not done up those caps, chances are I would've been a little bit more careful in the long run.) So anyway what made me notice is another friend popped up at the window. Basement appartment, so the windows were a little below eye level from the outside. What I saw was his head from the bridge of his nose up, and he had his hands resting on the sill. Reminded me of an illustration out of "Where the Sidewalk Ends" or something... Thought it was pretty funny. We invite him in. Apparently, the people he lived with went to the north shore for a couple days, so he offered up the spot. And we cut him in on the shrooms. I remember some debate about how they were gonna get eaten, and whether we should relocate before we even got into it. They wanted to make some sort of sandwich or something but I just stared snacking; I can't handle the texture of soggy, or cooked mushrooms. Even like... coocked portabello... geeks me out. I had also decided I was done carrying around felony in a bag... I finished up while they were in the kitchen so I booted up Guitar Hero on the ps2, started messing around... playing the waiting game for the higher dose to spool up. The controller made a few rounds but the last time it came back to me, I remember having a real hard time linking what was on the screen to the contoller. Hand-eye had started to tank and I became way more interested in the visuals. -Note: The stuff that went on in the background of Guitar Hero 2... Wierd AF. Once the others started to notice the effects, we decided to move before it got really intense. But I was already at that point somehow. Str8 geeker status. The damn... caps from earlier. Everybody grabs their stuff and we leave. Pretty nice day so we decided to walk the beach to the new spot. A house a few blocks away, 2 lots back from the dunes. Nice day in a beach town, naturally there was a literal horde on the beach. Someone made the remark... something like "Hey maybe this isn't the best idea". To which someone replied "Nah man. We're straight. Unless we start acting crazy and drawing attention none of these folks have any idea what we're up to. We won't be -blam!-ed with." Tourists man... This one guy, clearly not a local. He stopped us to ask where the nearest liquor store was. Had we not all been wearing sunglases there's still no doubt in my mind that old dude would have caught on. Pupils the size of golfballs is kind of a dead give away that somthin' ain't right, right? So we're all kind of struggling to answe this guy. Finally someone blurts out, Hunter Thompson gonzo style "Getonthestreet6blockmakearight,aleftandyou'rerighton topofit. Muhgrillisongottago! And we went. I remember thinking like... "LoL muh grill? Where'd you even pull that from...? Pretty sure y'all don't even OWN a grill.... Haaa...." The walk seemed to take much longer than it really did. In reality, it's a 10 minute walk. Tops. But it felt way longer. We get where we're going. I found a hammock out back so I got comfortable. Flash back to what went down on the beach. And I kinda got stuck on it too. That bit about "unless we draw attention, people won't know". Also, the interaction with old dude. He might've been suspicious, but could in no way confirm. I don't know how long I was in the hammock there, but much thought and frustration went into trying tk pick apart the "human condition" in relation to the divided subconscious. That was the larger part of the experience as I remember it. Curled up in that hammock trying to make sense of how, as humans, we're all sort of connected in one way or another. Figure similar basic needs and whatnot, but what got me was the whole "divided conscious". And I'm not gonna get too into that here. Probably a topic for a different thread. Another path I explored for a while was form versus function. Like... if an object doesn't have a purpose... why does it exist? This lead directly back to the divided conscious thing, but for different reasons. Remember I started contemplating space-time for a little bit but that was a big FAT NOPE! 3spooky5me at that particular moment. So I had peaked and started coming down. Decided to try and figure out what I did with my smokes. Found em' but the house was pretty damn quiet for a bunch of dudes trippin' nut. I just decided I really wanted a smoke so I went out to the front porch. Notice that the sun had started to go down but it wasn't exactly dusky. What brought us back together was some sort of explosion. (Talking about it later we came to the conclusion that it was a shotgun blast. Wtf, right? Imagine what that was like when we first heard it.) So they all came straight up sprinting through the door. I had made a point to only shut the screen in case one of the dogs wanted to come out, so I'd hear 'em bark or whimper or w/e. First dude runs str8 through the screen door, right. Person that was behind him stops just short, slides open the door. We all just start cracking up like "bro the screen just got destroyed. Now someone opens the door... LMAL..." We decided to walk over to the bay side; the town is a peninsula, so there's literally water everywhere... Good view of the sunset. So we watched that, and shared our experiences. Which basically reaffirmed what I had been thinking in the hammock. We all went in, and came out together. But while we were there, we all had crazy different experiences. That's it... I mean' I could go into a bit more depth about what we were doing during the come up or come down, but that's the broad and basic of it. If you're interested in this type of thing check out "The Doors of Perception" by Aldous Huxley (spelling might be off) It's basically a more well written account of a trip. Mescaline supposedly. It goes into way more detail about some of the concepts I touched on in the hammock. It goes a bit more in depth with those concepts too. Where I glossed over the stuff real quick, in the book, there might be a few pages written on those concepts. For me, finding that book (more of a pamphlet iirc, 80 ish pages or sommat) years later... I was amazed; absolutely astounded that the experience I had mirrored so closely some of what the subject in that book talks about. Coincidence, or... synchronicity. Also a funny thing. I'm glad I didn't run into any of that during the experience. Just... would've made the argument I was having with myself that much more intense.