#Trip Report

[alex51324]

Parker Dam Trip Report, Part One!

This ended up being a little delayed; yesterday was a bit Busy, plus I kept trying to post some videos I took, and it won't let me. :( One of them was Night Sounds In the Bog, and it is very good.

Another one is about the mystery of how the millipede knows which leggy to do next.

But anyway! Here are Activities:

Since Sophie couldn't hike, this trip was a little subdued. One of her main activities was Porch Nap:

Upon arrival we got unpacked, and Sophie started her first Porch Nap, while I took a little walk down the boardwalk, past the pond,

And to the lake:

Here you can see part of the lake and the dam. Note the bat box on the light pole.

The pond and the lake are connected by a culvert that runs under the road and parking lot, and there were three palomino trout hanging around it:

Pictured: the other two kept going too deep to be in the picture.

I didn't have my fishing stuff, but I decided to go back in the morning and try to catch them!

Spoiler: I did not.

But I did find a little friend when I was looking for a lost lure! Do you see the friend?

He is a snake friend. We were friendly from a respectful distance.

After attempting to fish, I came back to the cabin and did Hammock Nap:

The view from the hammock:

Because the hammock is green, and I was sleepy, at one point i decided that I was a little bug in a rolled-up leaf.

I woke up from Bug Nap at about 8 PM, and made supper on the fire:

Sweet potato, spinch, and flounder. It was pretty good.

The next day I went to the Elk Visitor Center. I did not see any elk--apparently autumn evenings are the best time, and spring afternoons are among the worst--but the visitor center was interesting.

Before we go any further, I would like to show you this, from the park nature center:

This is a taxidermy whitetail deer, a mature buck, mounted on a one-foot-high pedestal, with the photo taken at my eye level. This is our typical large wild mammal that is all over the place where I live.

This, on the other hand, is a taxidermy elk, a mature bull, mounted on a one-foot-high pedestal, with the photo taken at my eye level:

This was the best way I could come up with to convey the central discovery of the visit, which is that Elk Are Big.

Here is the taxidermy elk from a little further away:

This room also has a table with an elk pelt and several sets of antlers, which you are allowed to touch. Most of the sets of antlers were wider than my armspan, and the pelt would have covered a twin-size bed.

I went into this with the vague idea that elk are basically big deer, but I emerged with the understanding that they are

BIG

deer.

Anyway, the elk place also has large meadows planted with elk food:

And viewing blinds where you can watch the elk:

If you are lucky enough to be there when elk are. I need to remember to plan a fall trip up to this part of the state sometime, so I can go again and actually see elk.

The next day, Sunday, was lake day; I got Willow out for a trip around the lake, and then we had hot dogs in the big pavilion by the lake, and then I tried to fish, but a very large and rowdy youth group arrived for a canoeing outing, so I gave up and went back to the cabin and made shrimpy pasta:

Then I took my flashlight hike down to the boardwalk and made my Bog Sounds video that Tumblr won't let you see. In the morning, after we'd packed up the cabin, I went back and did the same recordings of the daytime sounds. Tumblr won't let you see those, either, but here are some pictures:

So the way the boardwalk goes is that it starts out in the woods behind the cabin area, and then there's this marshy bit,

And then a little stream that is very red from the tannins in the hemlock trees,

and then the pond! And as previously discussed, the pond connects to the big lake through the culvert under the parking lot.

The other side of the lake also has another little boardwalk:

which has nice views of the lake. Here I took a little video of one of the streams that feeds the lake, but, you know.

Then we went on the driving tour, which starts out with the octagonal cabin, and some signs about the tornado that almost destroyed it, along with actually destroying a stretch of forest, in 1985:

You can rent this cabin, and I'd like to stay in it someday, but it's kind of expensive because the park cabins charge by how many beds there are, and it has 12. Also, it has only an outhouse, which is not my favorite when it comes to hygiene arrangements.

I did the driving tour last time we were here, but I was glad I did it again, because Sophie loved it this time:

She was looking out the window, completely enthralled, the entire time.

And that was our trip! Next I will share some pictures of the cabin, but that will have to wait until tomorrow, because I have to be up very early for work.

[brothwizard]

Look what came out of the kiln earlier this week

[satellitecock]

What was the weirdest trip you have had? What was it on?

Ibogaine in the Pax East 2019 bathroom. I'll talk about this some other time.

[xxangeldustanalogx]

Trip Report

slipped on banana peel at around 4:20pm. fell on my ass at about 4:21. it hurt real bad and i cried until i threw up. would not recommend. little recreational value. 4/10.

[lokahjarta]

It's all made of Love.

[paulinelecalvarre]

[leftfield-fm]

Scott Ross says of that evening:

The first time I dropped pills was with Brian. I think I knew even then that one day he was going to kill himself with an overdose. He went at it in a crazy way, mixing ups and downs, red pills, yellow pills, pills with stripes on them. “You ought to try this,” Brian said, handing me a fistful of multi-coloured capsules. I don’t think even he knew what they were. Somebody had given them to him and Brian was the kind to try anything. …a party was going on, had been going on for four days. Brian popped four of the pills into his mouth. “Groovy,” he said. I took two of them and they were groovy all right! When we walked back into the party a little later, I felt like I was the tallest one in the room. “Let’s go over to my hotel,” Brian said. “I’ve got some of the good stuff, straight from Mexico.” I had never smoked marijuana, but the mood I was in, anything sounded good. As Brian’s chauffeur-driven Cadillac was heading crosstown, the street-lights began to look brown to me. I figured it was the pills. But then they went out altogether. The lights in the stores were out, too. I rolled down the window. Women were screaming. “Maybe the world is coming to an end,” Brian said. The traffic lights weren’t working and the limousine slowed to a crawl. Automobile headlights were the only illumination on the streets. At last, our driver weaved his way through the snarl to the hotel. I wouldn’t have believed it. In spite of the weird, blacked-out city, there was a group of teeny-boppers in front of the main entrance waiting for Brian to come back. “There he is!” they shouted. “Quick!” said Brian. He pushed me through the service door and waved to the man on duty. Obviously, the guy had been through this before, because he had the door locked behind us almost before we were through it. He handed us a candle and showed us how to get up to the lobby since the elevators weren’t working. The lobby, too, was candle-lit. We climbed a lot of flights to Brian’s suite. We were taking our coats off when there was a knock on the door. Brian took the candle and opened it. It was Bob Dylan with a bunch of people. “It’s an invasion from Mars,” said Bob. They all came in and we stood at Brian’s windows looking out over the dark city. It was wild, like Glasgow in the war. “Let’s turn on,” said Bob. “What better time? The little green men have landed.” Brian rolled me my first marijuana cigarette. Neither he nor Bob could believe that I had never smoked pot. By now, they were saying on the transistor radio that the blackout was probably nothing more than a massive power failure. But we knew better. It was the end of the world and we were going out on cloud nine.

That night, Brian took part in a jam session with Dylan, Robbie Robertson and Bobby Neuwirth in his room. They played acoustic guitars by candle-light, but there was no power to record the music: this session was always referred to later as “The Lost Jam.”

excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone

[dxm-d0ggy]

ONE GULP IN GUYS WILL UPDATE IN AN HOUR

[widowmakersbodytype]

So.... I'm tr1pp1ng on m@g1c m√$hr00m$ again and this time I was not prepared and I severely underestimated the dose, it was low but I used the lemon tek method again and I guess it wasn't as low as I thought? I actually got visuals and strong ass distortions this time, the ceiling was moving and I felt like the universe was trying to pull my soul out, it was like being on a wooden rollercoaster.

I was scared but I tried to let the feelings take over me as much as possible without fighting but it was so so hard. I realized I only feel safe enough to fully and truly let go when my bf is around bc he's a genuine guy that actually takes every part of me into consideration and he's very spiritually aware, he's had crazier spiritual tr1p experiences and he's not afraid of anything....he kinda scares me in the sense that he's fearless but to me he's sweet and comforting. He's been at work so it's been just me, my cat, and our roommate. Our roommate is a good guy but I realized I don't really feel 100% safe around him, like he's a little fake and petty, not the worst things in the world but enough to make me question why he is the way he is. Very two faced and questionable but he can also be really nice and understanding. He did his best to try and calm me down and talk me through it and I hate to say this but he's a very cookie cutter run of the mill guy with an extremely professional high paying job. He is well aware of what I put into my body and he doesn't mind it as it doesn't personally effect him, so he's cool but also a very plain general person that's never done any drug or tapped into the deeper side of spiritual things. His spirituality is mostly mediating on a rare occasion or trying to manifest, so he doesn't understand the extent of what I'm going through. I do appreciate him trying his best to understand, but my bf is the one who really understands me and understands this. I'm coming down from it at this current time so I feel safer and better but man....I'm never doing anything while my bf is away again. I didn't realize how much I needed his safety net until it wasn't there. But I guess it makes sense he has earned the title of daddy for a reason. I'm humbled and lesson learned lmao even a prideful self absorbed pretty girly like me has to get humbled in the appropriate way from time to time, no shame in being a person. ^.^

Also I did call my bf and told him everything that happened and he wasn't mad at me he just wanted to make sure I was safe and that our roommate was helping me not to freak out. I'm getting spanked (and more) when he gets home though.

[alex51324]

Trip report, part 2!

Kooser State Park, Fall 2024

On the Sunday, we went to Meadowcroft Rockshelter and Historic Village, which is west of Pittsburgh, so the driving took a little longer than I'd have liked, but it's about three hours closer from Kooser than it is from my house. And the day was drizzly with occasional forays into actual rain, so it's a good day for something like that, where there are both outdoor and indoor exhibits to look at.

What Meadowcroft is famous for is the rockshelter, which is one of the oldest sites of human occupation in the Americas, dated to about 19,000 years ago.

What's interesting about that, is that prior to finding this site and a few others, the prevailing understanding was that the Americas were first settled sometime around 12,000 years ago.

If you've ever learned anything about the peopling of the Americas, here's an image (from Wikipedia) that may ring a bell:

During the most recent ice age, when a significant amount of the earth's water was tied up in glaciers, there was what's usually called a "land bridge" between what is now Siberia, and what is now Alaska.

(Incidentally, the name "land bridge" conjures up an image of something fairly narrow, that the people would have known was a significant crossing, but it was actually up to 600 miles (1000 km) wide. It's a narrow strip of land in the same sense that it would be fair to say that Pennsylvania occupies the narrow strip of land between the Atlantic Ocean and the Appalachian mountains--looking at a world map, that's a fair way to describe it, but that isn't what it seems like to live there. And the quote-unquote land bridge existed for thousands of years, so for many generations of people, it would have simply been where they lived.)

But I digress. Anyway, at the time that Siberia and Alaska were connected, what is now Canada and the northern portion of the US were covered in a solid sheet of ice, up to 3 km thick in places. Nothing grew on it the glacier, and as a result few animals ventured onto it. There's really no plausible way that people could have crossed it--until the glaciers started to melt. Around the same time that the "land bridge" was disappearing, an "ice-free corridor" would have opened up, allowing people to start to move southward. (As with the bridge, the corridor would have been much wider than the name implies, and people would not necessarily have though of it as a corridor.)

So it's a bit of a puzzle how the people in Pennsylvania got there 19,000 years ago. Or how the people at a site of similar age in Chile got there. Or the handful of other sites that have been found. The best theory now is that they made their way down the western coast of North America, possibly using small boats to hop from one habitable beach area to the next. Of course, as the glaciers melted, the coastline changed, so any traces these people left would have been long destroyed--except that, apparently, some of them hung a left as soon as they got below the glaciers, and traveled the entire way across the continent to Pennsylvania, and some others kept going South the whole way to Chile.

So Meadowcroft is an active archeological site and also a tourist site.

I forgot to take any pictures of it. Wikicommons has some, and I bought some postcards:

This is from the back of the shelter/excavation, looking out toward the tourist observation platform. The rockshelter is a natural overhang that created a covered area; there are tons of them in Pennsylvania.

And here's the observation platform:

You have to take a shuttle bus from the visitor center to the rockshelter, and then climb those steps; this and the fact that the drive took me longer than I expected--meaning I didn't have a whole lot of time before they closed--is why I didn't go back and take pictures once I realized I'd forgotten to do any.

The shelter would have originally been about as big as the dig site plus the tourist platform, at the time of the first evidence of human occupation, but over the millennia the outer edge of the sandstone roof collapsed several times, due to erosion and weathering. The archeological evidence suggests it was mainly used in the fall--right about the time I was there--and probably by one or two families at a time. They know it was used mostly in the fall, because the plant food remains are things like walnuts, hickory nuts, and hackberries, that come in that time of year. They were also eating venison and turkey. The earliest signs of occupation are from 19,000 years ago, and the most recent (apart from the archaeologists themselves) were a campfire pit and a pile of beer cans from the 1970's.

Interestingly, when they excavated the 1970's fire pit, they found another one from the 1700's or 1800's under it.

Anyway! In addition to the rockshelter, they have some fairly conventional, but well-done, living-history type exhibits, and a small museum.

For some reason*, the small museum has one room devoted to harness-horse racing, and there was this neat little exhibit about a young woman who set a world trotting record in 1916. Here's the sign:

And what's left of her racing cart:

And some pictures of her driving her horse:

I can't imagine that there were many women competing in harness racing in the 1910's, so I thought that was pretty cool.

(*I think the reason is that the family that donated a bunch of stuff to the museum were active in the sport, but I didn't have enough time to read all the placards, so I'm not sure.)

Over in the 17th-century Frontier Village, they had a replica of a woodsman's shack, which you can see is very recognizable as a precursor of the Adirondack shelter:

The logs aren't chinked, and the roof is birch bark instead of brush, but this is very close to what Geralt and Julian's shelter would have looked like in The Witcher and the Lordling. (Theirs was bigger, of course.)

In real life, shelters like this would be built and used by men from the settler (European) community, who went out into the frontier to hunt; in this area they would have mainly been hunting deer, the hides of which were valuable for international trade.

I did not ask the interpreter why he has such a very noticeable gap between the top of his leggings and the bottom of his shirt. Broadly speaking, I believe the costume is historically accurate--@beboots might know more? But I think usually the leggings and shirt would overlap considerably, rather than...that.

But anyway! Here you can see the structure of the shelter a little better, with the two upright poles supporting the wall-poles:

And the lattice of poles supporting the roof:

Forked branches holding up the roof-poles:

Some load-bearing pieces of twine:

The Frontier Village also had a station where you could try your hand at axe-throwing:

The 16th-century Monongahela village had a fairly dilapidated brush hut:

This would have looked a lot better when the brush was still green; in Witcher and the Lordling, these are one of the types of huts Geralt would have sometimes built before the big winter hut. In real life, they were built when people were traveling away from the village for a few days.

Here's another temporary shelter from the Indian Village section:

Again, in real life this would have been for short trips away from the village, for hunting or whatever other purposes.

In the village, the main dwellings were wigwams:

They only have one set up for you to go in, but they said that a real village would probably have had about five. They had a brush fence or palisade around the village, with their garden plots outside the fence, and a sort of pavilion, with a roof but no walls, that acted as the women's work area for processing plant foods and so forth.

Here's the lattice of poles that supports the wigwam:

The real ones probably would have been sturdier; the interpreters said that when they make their replica structures they pretty much have to stick to using deadfall wood or any invasive species that are being cleared out; the actual pre-contact Monongahela would have had better materials as well as more expertise.

Here's the hearth:

By this time period, chimneys existed in Europe, but a lot of non-wealthy people would have had basically the same arrangement, a central hearth in the main room.

The Monongahela village had another station where we could learn to throw an atlatl, which was very cool because I'd never quite understood how they worked.

About when I was doing that, I realized that I had very little time left before the place closed, so I raced through the 18th-century settler village without taking any pictures, dropped a hundred bucks at the gift shop, and went home, where my new rain canopy got a considerable workout as I cooked sausages in the rain.

It was really cool, though, and I want to go back--next summer, they're going to have some archaeologists digging a new section of the rockshelter and doing some lectures for the public, so I'd like to make it for that, and then also give myself enough time for a more thorough look at some of the exhibits that I raced through this time.

The next day, Monday, I made some further improvements to the shelter:

This was very necessary because it was raining harder, so quite a bit more was coming into the shelter, and also the two benches that I wanted to use as work surfaces for my cooking projects were at the edges, so anything I put on them got wet.

Project One was Campfire Brunch, consisting of hash browns (the dehydrated kind in a box), bacon, and eggs:

I cooked the bacon in the cast-iron skillet, and then put it in some foil to keep warm while I cooked the potatoes in the bacon fat. Yum!

Eggies:

All ready!

It came out pretty well--I usually just have oatmeal for breakfast on these trips, because I don't like getting up early, and then once I am up I want to get out hiking or whatever. But since it was raining too hard to do much of anything, and I had the canopy, it was a good time to try it.

I also tried making some cornbread--I used the little box of Jiffy mix that I picked up while I was buying the canopy--in my cast-iron kettle:

It didn't come out quite as well as this looks; the bottom was fairly burnt, but the top part tasted fine! And the burnt bits came out of the pot easily. One thing people sometimes do, when baking in this type of pot, is shovel some coals from the fire onto the pot lid; if I attempt this again, I'll probably try that.

I didn't take any pictures of supper, but it was a pottage of barley, rice, groats, and lentils, with herbs and dried mushrooms and stuff--I was aiming for a "what they eat in camp in a fantasy novel" kind of vibe, and it came out really well! Also some fish sauteed in butter in the skillet.

Definitely more elaborate campfire cooking than I've done before.

The next morning, we packed up and took a drizzly walk around Kooser lake before heading for home:

[brothwizard]

Arbitrarily assigning traits to people based on the car they drive:

Lime green Kia soul:

Thought about voting NDP in their riding but ended up voting liberal

Owns multiple matching lululemon sets

Supportive of trans rights but won’t respect neopronouns

Pitches a fit about it/its pronouns every time

Used to be really into Hamilton

Thinks medication should be free

WILL call the cops on you

Goldendoodle

White ford F-150

White nationalist

Pathological tail gater

Went to the convoy

Barely a 1 in 5 chance that they actually use the flat bed on a regular basis

Looked at the sun during the eclipse

Business owner whose last time doing manual labour was when jack layton was still alive

Black and white Canada flag bumper sticker

Road rage so bad they get court ordered anger management

Favourite fruit is an apple

Would suck Doug ford silly

[free-estradiol]

LOVE RULES

//those same feelings gone,

like seasons across the earth,

again and...//

Paper on cardboard backing

[insaneclownpussi]

smoked salvia last night and sadly did not get turned into a ceiling fan for 15 years

BUT did get instant ego-death and all the normal stuff; the inside of my skull unzipped and i was watching the entire reality of our world take place in one of the teeth of the zipper. there were thousands of other realities but i was watching this one from third person.

it kinda felt like i was watching someone play the sims, but the scene i was watching was a family sitcom akin to the brady bunch. my friend (sober sitter) touched my shoulder and asked if i was okay which i didnt really register but could feel from some faraway place, like i was on the other side of a curtain and they were reaching through.

i could feel myself being sucked down into the world i was watching from 3rd person. i was being asked to play a part in this world, like an actor hired to play a character, but i didnt want to come here, i was being dropped in without any experience or knowledge of the part i was playing. when i opened my eyes i was doubled over laughing w my friend and it took me a minute to come back and realize that i am in fact real, not some alien being dropped into a cartoon, i have lived in this life for 27 years, i have a whole history of consciousness, memories, etc.

anyways i understand why people get depersonalization/derealization after smoking salvia—that place of ego-death felt infinitely more real than this world, which had just been shown to me as a simulation. salvia is an inherently dysphoric psychedelic (makes you feel bad in your body) but i had a good time! i’ll smoke some in the next few weeks and get folded into a cartoon again

[therealglobetrekker]

Trip Report: Singapore - Tokyo (Haneda) on Japan Airlines, Business Class, JL36 (April 2018)

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[boundlesshorizons]

Switzerland/France 2024 - Introduction

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[animxpossessed]

My Experience with Psychedelic Mushrooms as a Man with ASD and SZA: Part 1

I first started experimenting with psilocybin at the age of 17, during the summer following my Junior year of High School and preceding my Senior Year, in early July of 2021. My psychosis had yet to take hold. But I was experiencing strange muscle twitches that I thought to be transmissions from an unconscious, mute part of myself, responding to my every thought. And a strange sound that would seem to emerge from background noise, it sounded like Morse Code, or server room transmissions. Electrical noise seemed to make it worse. The sound would emerge from anything from crickets to fans to any generalized white noise in my environment.

I began to notice these frequently about a week before my first trip, they were preceded by roughly a year of prescription D-Amphetamine Sulphate abuse, and I had recently started experimenting with vaping high quantities of THC near constantly.

A 7g heroic dose of a strain of cubensis known among many as "Jedi Mind Fuck", and some Penis Envy, another strain of cube. This all equated to roughly 7 dried grams, and I had a THC edible of unknown strength, that was believed to be somewhere in the ballpark of 400mg.

The trip was spread out into a 2-2.5g starting dose, and a 4.5-5g redose 2-3 hours following the initial dosing. So not a solid simultaneous 7g to the dome.

Once it began to kick in after the initial dose we bought some supplies, most notably high Vitamin C Orange Juice, from the market. We then drove down to the local creek, I emptied my pockets of anything prone to water damage and dove into the water head first, running my hands through the rocks and basking in the vivid beauty and vibrancy of nature. It was as if viewing life through an 8k TV with extremely defined colors and a slight sharpness filter.

After we spent some time at the creek we decided to head back to our friends house. That's where it hit me. "I'm not tripping hard enough", so I ate the rest of the quarter hastily after a lot of heavy discouragement from my friends. One of which was a very experienced tripper.

After the redose begin to kick-in I began getting anxious and weary of my friends dog, and the potential to lose control. At one point the dog barked at me while I was zoning out and losing focus, just sort of blanking out, this startled me. A rush of Adrenaline surged through my blood and the painting on the wall in front of me began to expel and give off these waves of flowing psychedelic color coming from the edges of the frame and morphing into the wall it was fixed on.

After some heavily intoxicated thought, I asked my friends if it was alright for me to go home, as I wanted to just lay down in a dark room and limit the over-stimulation. After some consideration, they determined that I was handling it like a champ and let me go on my way. I grabbed my bike and realized I was too fucked up to ride a bike. So I then tried to walk it home, passing through our friends next door neighbors front yard. Before I could reach the other end of the yard a sudden feeling overtook me "I can't continue, because I don't know what to do or for that matter know anything". It was strange. I still had access to my ability to reason, and my memories, but they seemed distant and unreal, and my new sense of real was replaced by this utter sense of bewilderment. I let my bike fall, and laid down in the lawn.

After some time the residents in the house of said lawn, came out to question, "Why is a confused, disheveled and bearded boy of 17 dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, and bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stereotypical whitewashed conception of Jesus of Nazareth in my front lawn? ". They asked me what I was doing in their lawn and all I could muster was "TRIPPING, I'm TRIPPING BALLSSSSS I tooooOK AllAAT of MUSHROOOMS". I then began to repeat the name of my mother, and the current name (presently her deadname) of my love interest at the time, conveniently both names began with the same letter, making my extremely bewildering life a lot easier.

From there the first responders came. I was first questioned by cops who confiscated my THC Oil Pen. Followed by paramedics asking me what went wrong. I remember worrying the cops were going to assault, grope, or harm me in some way as they stood over piss soaked me (during the trip, I couldn't find the restroom but my tripped out self was too paranoid and anxious to ask for specific directions and guidance, so when I gave in to defeat in the neighbors front lawn, I also let my self succumb to my bladders desires.)

I remember being loaded onto the gurney, and thinking "what if they're taking me to their dungeon". And continuing to think so as I rode in the ambulance. At some point I blacked out in the ambulance, and sometimes I can still feel the feeling of the clammy, earthy, mushroom scented sweat that I felt, and I've had disembodied voices claiming to be paramedics tell me that they need to put an IV in my arm because I'm bleeding out from my head. Insisting that they are trying to help me. Accompanied by the tactile hallucination of a paramedic raising my arm, accompanied by my arm mysteriously raising itself without my intent. This "flashback-esque incident" occurred about 1.5-2 years after the trip, after smoking 2-3 bowls of ~47% THC Infused Bud/Moon Rocks. At the time I was going through about an 8th of moonrocks a day.

In the hospital, I began believing I was in some metaphorical dream world meant to represent purgatory, or something akin to a bardo. I began to believe nothing I did or said mattered or had consequence. So I began screaming whatever came to my mind. Asking the male nurses to, I paraphrase, "Fuck me like the little slut I am daddy make me your bitch". I also began to yell things I cannot even remember, but I remember saying "I love you baby" a lot, and according to my dad, who was alerted to my location in the hospital and arrived about 1-3 hours into my hospitalization, I could not shut up about my current love interest, (who still has left the biggest mark on my psyche as compared to anyone else I've met to this day). He stated that I was proclaiming my phallus to be 9 inches and that it fit perfectly into her (different pronouns at the time, using present day out of respect) asshole, and how apparently she was a red hot lover. During my trip I also experienced the solipsistic fear that the only beings to ever exist were me and the sadistic god that created my reality, and showed me relative normality just so I'd miss it when he plunged me into a life of suffering and surreal chaos. The song "Movember" by Mom Jeans occurred to me as I mentioned this fear. Specifically the line "The doctors said you would be fine".

When I finally came down (enough) to be discharged from my hospital bed, I realized that everything I had just experienced was indeed real, or at least seemingly real in my current state. I proclaimed "I have never felt so alive" after the horror and embarrassment quickly faded and gave way to exhilaration and amazement, and gratitude that I'd finally be let go from the cold, sterile environment full of alarming and foreboding bleeps and bloops that is the hospital.

My dad drove me back to his place, as my mom was pissed and didn't know much about shrooms aside from what she had learned from growing up in the 60s and occasionally listening to psychedelic rock.

On the drive back the stars twinkled intensely seemingly blinking rapidly. Everything looked sublime, vivid, vibrant, and sharp. I felt this sense of positivity and excitement, I kept going on about this "Light that runs through everything and everyone" that I first began to mention in my love interests at the time soon to be S.O and present day ex's car during the first part of my trip, right before I redosed. Only me and my love interest were tripping but a majority of us were stoned. She never redosed and stuck with the initial dose.

The next post in this series will cover the experience the following days during the afterglow, quitting Dexedrine, and the like. I may also make a albeit much shorter post solely dedicated to my experience with Dexedrine (the aforementioned prescription grade D-Amphetamine Sulphate Instant Release pills). As they are also a massive part of my lore. That concludes this post. Thank you for reading and sticking with it.