Citation: DarkDante. "Coastal Craziness: An Experience with Mushrooms, DXM, Cannabis & Nitrous Oxide (exp8698)". Erowid.org. Oct 28, 2020. erowid.org/exp/8698
My weekend was a tad more interesting than most. Here goes. I had been in the throes of planning the psychedelic vision quest from fate for well over a month. Ideally, it would be a marriage of an eighth of mushrooms and 5 hits of blotter each for both myself and my girlfriend (who for the sake of anonymity I will refer to simply as 'C'). Taking into account the significance of set and setting, C and I had been preparing ourselves mentally for the voyage for weeks, and had resolved to go camping somewhere near the beautiful Florence area of the Oregon coast. Fate as it seems finds pleasure in throwing unexpected curve balls.
There had been massive busts by police 2 weeks prior, and the Bart Simpson supply had temporarily run dry. Every hookup we knew was stumped. Thankfully, we at least had the quarter ounce of Cubes (thank God for agriculturally minded hippie folk!). Undaunted by the fascism of law enforcement, C and I continued with our original plans. The only difference was a stop on the way out of town to take advantage of sale prices on Robitussin. Dextromethorphan would be our shuttle to the tryptamine airport. Destination: Consciousness City.
Wasting no time, C and I chugged 2 bottles each of the bitter red syrup in the parking lot, washing it down with Odwalla grapefruit juice. Time management was essential. We had left town much later than expected, and worried about the availability of campsites on a Saturday. The drive would provide ample time for the subjective effects of the DXM to manifest, preparing the proverbial launch-pad for our trip into psilocybin hyperspace. None of the effects were felt, until C and I arrived at our destination. The break in my concentration on the hazards of the road, allowed my awareness to focus on the strong DXM induced mind/body dualism.
Parking the car next to the host campsite, I looked in the rear view mirror. My pupils had obscured all trace of color in my eyes, save a tiny circle of green. I was fucked up. The phlanging effect of the DXM was quite pronounced. My vision no longer retained continuity of motion, as I noticed my perception was broken into frames. The black 'frames' in my visual sensorium were occuring with an almost mathematical cadence, about one black frame of visual perception for every 4 regular frames. My body was a awkward analgesic mess. Robo walk undoubtedly follow shortly, so I quickly exited the car to tend to the necessary business of paying for our overnight camp.
Sometime later, after smoking several bowls with C, we decided it was time to shroom. We evenly divided the quarter into halves, and proceeded to chew on the earthy stems and caps. After smoking 2 more bowls, and waiting about 30 minutes we were determined to go for a walk. We made it to the mouth of the sand dune trail when we realized our consciousness was extremely altered. I sat down next to C, who was obviously having great difficulty in integrating the intense experience. My entire body felt alive with a gentle humming sensation, and the visual distortions of the mushrooms were beginning to reveal themselves. What I would experience next would render me speechless. As C and I sat on the top of a sand dune, I noticed pieces of reality begin to fragment and shift wildly. Pieces of my visual perception would seem to break off, and move about randomly, only to return mysteriously into place. All objects were cloaked in a rainbow aura, and I detected an internal dialogue of two voices conversing in gibberish. The phlanging effect of the DXM was still present, and the black spots in my visual field were filled with detailed hallucinations.
Of the visions I remember, one stood out in haunting significance. I perceived an infinitum of mutilated, disembodied heads floating in a black void. Usually my visions are of such an abstract nature that they bear no resemblance to reality. But this vision disturbed me with its lifelike detail. I looked down at the sand beneath me, and witnessed the likenesses of people forming and dissipating to the rhythm of the distant tide. My attention however was quickly drawn to another couple, walking hand in hand down the dune trail to the nearby beach. With no regard for the splendor of nature, they discarded an empty pack of cigarettes in a tuft of nearby reed grass. I looked at the pack, and then looked towards the sun. Sol was the unwavering constant in this newfound world of flux, and I felt the intensity of his warmth tenfold. 'This cannot continue', echoed a booming voice through my skull. I realized quickly what the voice meant.
'This cannot continue', echoed a booming voice through my skull. I realized quickly what the voice meant.
Such wanton destruction of the environment could not continue. Careless litterbugs are significant of a greater societal malaise; people's general obliviousness to the complexity and fragility of our natural world.
The vision of the disembodied heads was a sinister omen: we are all doomed. I thanked God (or whatever the hell that voice was) for imparting his wisdom. The trip immediately began to mellow out, and I enjoyed the usual mushroom trippiness magnified by 8 ounces of cough syrup. The rainbow auras surrounding objects began to morph into bluish purple fields of energy surrounding every object I looked at. These were actually discolored tracer images of whatever object I happened to be looking at. The only uncomfortable feeling that was noticeable was a great confusion that seemed to come in waves. It was as if the mushrooms and the DXM weren't synergizing completely, and were fighting for control of my subjective experience. Truly weird, but somewhat enjoyable.
When I got back to the campsite, C and I decided that nitrous was in order. We cracked the tiny canisters, filling each of our balloons with laughing gas. I inhaled the gas deeply, feeling control of body as well as sensation slip away from me. The last memory I have is seeing a rush of color. I woke up sometime later, C passed out next to me, still grilling nuts. I can't remember what the hell happened, and the first part of the trip are the only lucid memories I have.
That 'something fucked up just happened' feeling one often feels after coming down off a trip is still lingering, and its now Wednesday. This is probably the closest thing to religious revelation I've felt, and I've learned not to alter my consciousness like that for awhile. Such are the things schizophrenia is made of.
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