So far SWIM has had 2 journey's (in one night) from one batch and 4+ trips (over a few nights) from another batch. Every trip was different and there were large difference's between the batches. The first batch was possibly made from acacia and the second from mimosa. The first batch was more high speed abstract and the second batch was low speed, more vivid and with objects and entities. The first batch was more straight lined and see through geometric patterns with eyes opened and high speed travelling through vortices of symbols and amazing colours upon polished shimmering tiles with eyes closed. The second batch was straight up vividness of coloured objects slowly melting into him. I will list SWIM's visions from the 2nd batch. He doesn't know the weights of consumed product.
1/ Medium dose : 2 or 3 lungfulls : Sitting on the couch, everything in SWIM's vision whether eyes were opened or closed had its edges lined with strings of tiles something akin to keyboard buttons, with each tile having a letter or other symbol upon it. As the journey intensified, smiling non-threatening vivid clown heads were popping out of the tiles towards SWIM. This made SWIM laugh and cry hysterically and SWIM realised his entire face and chin was wet and had an absolute blast.
2/ Large dose : 3 or 4 lungfulls : This time laying on the bed with eyes closed, SWIM was promptly and complete removed from reality. Opaque colours started flowing towards SWIM's eyes in a melting and wavy fashion like extra long pointed and curved pyramids. As the trip intensified they changed into 6 or 8 sided pencils with each side having a different colour. They were the typical colours of pencils such as red, yellow, blue, green etc., not some unknown unseen colours from the plethora of millions as seen in acacia journeys. As the pencils were approaching SWIM's eyes I guess his brain decided to make them melt onto him to save from getting his eye's poked out.
SWIM was covered in squidgy pencil and other goop. There were also some dice and some more of the friendly bouncing clown heads. Along came a middle aged woman to the right wearing perhaps an apron and carrying a clear plastic sachel on her belly which was full of all these 'gifts' of pencils, dice and other assortments and she was squishing the sachel against the right side of SWIM's head and SWIM was completely oozed all over. There was sense that it was all on display for SWIM and were all gifts. There was much more stuff in the sachel but SWIM can't remember what... lizards? After a while SWIM realised that SWIM was in the room and was human, but didn't know if it was day or night or how long SWIM had been floating in the ooze.
SWIM found it difficult to completely close his eyes and didn't want to throw a pillow over his head because he guessed the vision would change. SWIM realised that the slither of light that was getting into SWIM's right had possibly created the clear plastic sachel since it made the same angle as the sachel on SWIMs right side. At this point SWIM could still see the woman and the objects very vividly but not a lot was changing so SWIM decided to look around the room and try closing the eyes again etc, but there was nothing afterwards that compared in vividness.
From that point it was just the room swimming around and seeing some non-scary small insects on the floor, on my body and in the water bottle, and SWIM was trying to talk to his friend. It was still amazing. He said SWIM was completely out for 15 minutes and then it took another 15 minutes to be able to speak properly to him and longer to attempt to load up his friend's pipe. After the 30 minutes SWIM was talking clearly and still seeing fleeting images such as something like his friend's skeleton. The last image was him having a green face, besides all the swaying of the room.
After this trip SWIM was physically drooling again and wet from head to toe in pencil ooze (or sweat?). SWIM refrained from breaking into laugher because he thought this might detract from concentrating on the trip. This was the first real breakthrough. SWIM has not seen a psychedelic painting which has objects in it anything like I've described and thinks it would be easy to create if only SWIM could paint. In fact SWIM has only seen paintings with lots of colour or some entities.. not with objects such as stationary. It is vivid enough in SWIM's mind with mostly common colours.
3/ Slightly smaller dose : 3? lungfulls : It may have been the same amount because it was a little damp after sitting in the fridge overnight and hence took up less volume. This journey was shorter lasting but more intense. SWIM's friend said SWIM was out just 8 minutes. Perhaps last trip SWIM had fallen asleep? This time it was more difficult to remember and SWIM remembers that there was much more happening, but can only remember one part during the 'loss of reality' (8 minute) part. The part SWIM remembers was a festival/carnival/theme park theme going on. That may have had something to do with the samba/trance song playing. Note that this same song was on repeat during the last trip.
SWIM remembers a very colourful (many pinks and yellows) and lavishly decorated entrance of some sort through which a heavily decorated in jewelery and smiling bunch of people floated up to SWIM on some sort of chariot or magic carpet. If SWIM remembers correctly they looked Indian and were done up in costume. The way they entered was so majestic, changing their float speed at times to the speed of the music. There was something about when they first appeared and they're approach which had an all too familiar sequence of events, something that struck a chord with deja-vu.
Now that SWIM thinks more about it, perhaps it could be explained by subcontiously realising that they were approaching according to the pace of the song, since SWIM did not realise this until a few hours later. Perhaps there were a few adults and a few children that approached me and there was a bunch of communication going on with them, possibly akin to the last trip with all the pencils and stuff, but SWIM can't remember.
The journeys were definitely different to the possibly acacia batch, but this may have had more to do with set, setting and dose, than the tree. The journey's were also vastly different to SWIM's friend's journeys. SWIM's friend saw a woman in the floor stemming from a pattern on the floor in the first trip and stayed eye's opened and sitting up the whole time. In his second trip he had a strong sense of impending doom and thought the room was full of police about to arrest them.
SWIM cross-interrogated his friend and he wasn't sure if he actually saw the police standing around but he just thought they were there and that his goose was cooked. He said he enjoyed the first one immensely and both enjoyed and disliked the second one. During that phase he was sitting up with eye's opened, but this time all the lights were turned off. If SWIM gets his time again SWIM will turn off the lights and blindfold himself and of course, have a friend nearby to assist with pipe holding and lighting - because he thinks if you don't need then you won't break through.
Disclaimer: I hope you enjoyed reading the above fictional material. I would never actually do drugs. I just enjoy talking about Someone I met's lied-about experiences
