Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I woke up knowing I needed to be sitting at the keyboard. It’s the middle of the night and I’m coming down from what’s called a heroic dose of psilocybin. The dose started less heroically at 4 grams or 8 capsules. Then I dumped a few more capsules into a Prime lemonade I’d souped up with pure lemon juice because I had read that it was supposed to bring on the effects faster and stronger. Still didn’t seem strong enough. Enter 2nd super duper Prime Lemonade and three more capsules shaken up with it. Plus a couple more for good measure. I think my grand total was 15 capsules or 7.5 grams. Throw in a 10mg weed gummy for kicks. My dumb mind tells me more is better. I saw some leaves and clouds that looked like 3D, but I was tired. I felt like I was at the mall in sixth grade struggling to see the 3D image contained within the picture everyone could see. If only I could blur my eyes the right way. Every now and then the landscape would pop out of focus but I was hoping the leaves would be doing a hula for me then welcoming me with a lei, then taking me to their secret world. No secret world was unlocked during this journey that was more of a jaunt. I was sitting for a while on the screened in porch with my wife. She was drinking champagne (a couple bottles) in celebration of scoring Taylor Swift tickets in Indy 2024. I started my post capsule ingestion period by listening to a live DMB concert some article listed as one of his best. That got boring so I switched to live Counting Crows (Across a wire). After one song of that (A Long December) wife wanted to play alternating songs. She kept selecting Taylor and repeating the story of how the ticket score went down. I’ll spare you the details but listening to the drunken blathering was not conducive to a good mushroom experience. I decided to go for a walk but she wanted to come along. She talked about what a legend Taylor is. I told her that I didn’t care but she didn’t care that I didn’t care. When the thunderstorm started, the music was off and we were back on the porch. That’s when I told her I wanted to be with the boys because I missed them. So I cuddled with them while watching the end of Guardians of the Galaxy. I didn’t like the movie. Nothing was feeling as great as I remembered my mushroom trips in college feeling. I just needed sleep. I was up until 2am the night before and woke up at 7. I worked out hard at OrangeTheory, did some work work then golfed 18 holes. 40 mg of adderall propped me up. Too many substances. I need to calm down (Taylor reference). Saturday and Sunday will be devoid of adderall, cannabis, and psilocybin. Can I handle it? Can I do it? My body wants it right now but once I rest up I know I’ll crave more substance. I went in to my trip looking to have fun, be nice and fearless. That’s my motto. Next week at Lake Michigan I should focus on having more focus. Wife will try small dose. I must get my sleep if I want it to be the best night ever.