So, let me give you just a couple highlights of my trip.
I had only mild nausea. Once this kicked in completely (about 45 minutes or so, I'm guessing), I forgot all about that.
I kicked back on the couch and chose a comedy-ish movie I had not seen yet, "Cocaine Bear".
First of all the colors were so vivid, and I know that wasn't my TV setting. I was completely absorbed in that. The first time that bear let out a loud gnarly growl it almost blew my ears out. I had to turn the tv volume way down while I watching. Every loud sound was amplified ten fold Unusual for me, my hearing is very bad. LOL
I immediately found myself sympathetic to that Bear, and wanted it to have what it was looking for! Every time it approached a human with that look, I spoke for it with a giggle saying "Give me what I want, and I'll go away", which is a reference to a Stephen King movie called "Storm of the Century". I didn't even realize I was doing that until.......
.......I noticed my cats were eyeing me warily, and it made me really nervous...especially when I saw one of them walking toward me with what appeared to be 8 legs.
Every time I stood up I felt like I had just stood up in a boat on the lake rocking back and forth with the colorful waves. That didn't bother me too much, I spent many years fishing in boats that rocked with the waves.
The next movie up was "Mars Attacks". I've never had such a laughter fest in all my life as I had when Grandma said "They blew up congress!" I couldn't stop laughing.
My fascination with the Martians was out of control.......those brains.....the way they seemed to float when they walked. And......Yep, I was singing that damned Slim Whitman song "I am calling youuuu...ooo...oooo" laughing like crazy. The cats went into hiding somewhere, and didn't come back out until that was all over.
All in all, it lasted about 4 1/2 hours, I'm still guessing.......
I was quite a happy shroomer. Took me back to the Me Decade of the seventies for a while.
The cats are still looking at me funny this morning.......