At 28 hours in, I'm still feeling a bit fuzzy. I shall do my best to recollect...
It all starts at 10pm...took me 7 minutes to chew up the 14g of PE. Puff, puff, puff on the bowl I had previously loaded. By 30 minutes in, shit starts bubbling and melting. I am no longer in this world, but I have not gone anywhere. It is intense. I close my eyes, but the visuals are not there. I'm watching a gamer stream, and listening to music. I see everything, but I feel detached. I get up to get a beverage out of the fridge. I feel a bit floaty as I make the trip, and everything is outlined with a neon orange chain of hexagrams. I keep trying to close my eyes and go into visual mode, but it's not working. I'm feeling a bit disappointed, like I've crested the peak and have started the descent, without even a sighting of the Mushroom man. I was wrong, the trip was just starting.
I keep the stream and music playing to act as an attachment to reality...a safety line so to speak. To help boost things, I'm puffing on the bowl again. Hit after hit after hit, it seems to go on for a long time...nothing but me on a rigid rectangular throne, focusing on the bowl, the smoke, and how it was enveloping me inside and out. The cold grape energy drink I had grabbed tastes great, so refreshing to go along with this cigarette I seem to have been smoking for the last hour...it seems to be lasting forever. I am so comfortable, watching a stream I'm not paying any attention to, slipping in and out of consciousness. Then it happens...the music stops, the stream freezes, I hear myself scream
"NOOO!!!" The computer mouse is right there...I could rectify this...but I can't move. No longer having the tie to reality, I get sucked into a black hole.
I'm in another dimension, and I am not the only one there. We are chanting...not a language, but rather a guttural, vibrating, breathing chant. It is the same pattern over and over. My physical body is making these noises, but I am not in control of making them. In my head, my thoughts are in my normal voice. My body is my normal body, but that is not the way that it appears...it is a smoky, ethereal shape like a flower bud that has not opened yet. There are several of us in some type of forest. Everything is a dusty green/gray. We are all doing parts of the chant, like instruments in an orchestra. This goes on for quite some time, and I am struggling to pull myself out. Eventually there are two of us. I am a being inside of another being, who is inside of yet another being. I hear mine say to the other,
"Do you think they know?...should we tell them?"
Now I am in another place, and the Mushroom man is there with me. It is a plane I am unfamiliar with. Everything is a tan/brown color scale, same as the Mushroom man. I am moving, but I am not moving...I am the center, and everything else moves around me in accordance. Nothing is solid. I am either part of, or riding, a being from this place. Beings are shapes of smoke-like form moving around very quickly. A battle of some type is going on. I don't have any visual cues that this is what's happening...I just feel the ominous sense of war. Eventually the action subsides and I am on the battleground in the aftermath. Sadness runs deep. I get the feeling the side I have been experiencing has won for now, but paid a huge price. The Mushroom man and I exchange no words...I understand he is just showing me things.
It was starting to get light out...I had crested the peak. I was exhausted, breathing heavy, to put it simply, whooped. I got another steamer going on the computer, so I could try to get some sleep. The first couple times the streamer ended an hour or two after I pulled them up, which woke me immediately when the sound stopped. At 12 hours in, the neon orange hexagons are fading, the grape drink still tastes great, and this cigarette is seeming to burn forever. On and off napping all day. The hangover is subsiding...maybe tomorrow will be better.
The trip was not fun...but neither was it bad. It was just sort of matter of fact...it just was. Interesting to say the least. I am in no hurry to go back. Eventually I probably will, just not any time soon.