On friday I did entirely too much shrooms with a close friend of mine (over 4g of dried caps and I only had them once before) and we went for a walk through the woody hills surrounding my home that I've been to so many times in my life and have so many memories from they're like my ultimate comfort zone.
We were out of our minds but it was cool until the weather got not so nice and the dusk started and some other stuff that caused the atmosphere to get fucking apocalyptic (you know how everything looks dead in winter without nice blanket of fresh snow, I often prefer this kinda atmospheres over a nice sunny weather but this was just too much in my state of mind) and with my past with the place it felt like like walking through the ruins of my own life and ending up at the end of the world.
At the point we decided to go back to my place we were already quite high up in the hills (the path leads to the highest point in the whole region) and there was old dirty snow everywhere and I didn't want to go back the same way so I decided on a more unfamiliar shortcut and we ended up trudging through marshlike area covered with knee high snow almost all the way down as it was getting completely dark. This was definitely not the first time I went through something like this but we were still out of our minds and I've never had feet so wet (both of us had waterproof boots but that was useless in the end) and she kept stumbling all the time and I felt terrible for putting her through this. As we've got down we agreed our existence feels completely concentrated in our feet which had by the point not only been wet but rather turned into water and the rest of our bodies were like some tattered flags just hanging behind the feet. Atleast we weren't cold since we couldn't really feel temperature at all.
This is really a long story very short and quite a lot of weird shit happened in the meantime and we were still laughing at various stuff majority of the time but seeing such a metaphor for my life in ruins was... dunno, can't describe it with words and the shit is still sinking. Somebody would call this a bad trip but I tried to see it as a sorta eye opening experience, definitely quite an adventure and I can't imagine going through this with anyone else as she's pretty much the only person I prefer being with over being alone in general and I'd probably just lock myself in my head with the apocalyptic experience and not crawl out until it was over.
Entirely too much shrooms for the occasion.
This post has been edited by Itwęs Nom: 04 March 2019 - 12:15 PM