I’ve never smoked and I’ve only done edibles once. And it was by and large the worst experience of my life. I literally walked to a corner in the kitchen sat down and asked people to not let me get up because I was having thoughts of throwing myself out of the window.

So I just sat there with my senses completely messed up. Hallucinating ( I don’t think you are supposed to right? ) and completely trapped in a trip I did not want to be in and wondering if I died and gone to hell and that’s how my brain was coping with dying.

So yeah. Not a good time.

I’m wondering what everyone else’s experience is.

And is it luck that causes you to have a good or bad trip? Is it something we can influence ?

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    Early on when I started smoking, my friends and I hotboxed the shit out of my car sitting in my driveway. I got super high and started staring at a tree down the street that was perfectly under the street lamp. I started tripping off paradolia and seeing all kinds of faces in the tree. Friends, family, Optimus Prime, Satan, etc.

    I’ve never really hallucinated, though. Not even when I took shrooms a couple times. All those did was make me feel really drunk, like I drank an entire 5th of jack or something. Sick and wobbly, with the spins.

    I been wanting to try LSD but fuck if I know how to get any. And after reading a bunch of hippy books about ayahuasca, I wanna experience that shit too; but that is probably never gonna happen. I want to hallucinate. I want to trip balls and see some shit. Nothing I’ve ever done has really given that. Not even a sensory deprivation tank. I feel completely stuck in reality, and I’m not cool with that. I want some motherfucking whimsy in my life.

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        This was before “microdosing” was known to me. We just ate the bag of nasty fungus. I don’t remember how much we took each the first time, but the second time I took a whole eighth since I was told I “must’ve had too little” before. It just made me feel even more drunk. 🤷🏻‍♂️

        My friend and sister who partook with me loved 'em. They had intensified emotional states and highlighted color vision. And I just got drunk :/