Panaeolus Copelandia Cyanescens Blue Meanie Shooms Trip Report. After thirty minutes, you feel a dull throb of music in your head. It feels like the top of your skull is opening, letting in the noise from around you as it lets out its own, dull song. The music grows, steadily climbing to a crescendo. You feel around for the top of your head, but it seems to be gone. Standing up, you notice there are thistle bushes growing in the corners of your house. Through power-points and cracks in the walls, their twigs are winding themselves through the air. You touch one, and see the spiky stems recoil.
Blue Meanies Make You See Octopi
A sound from behind you makes you turn. There, standing in the centre of the room, is a large man with the head of an octopus. You do your best not to laugh. It’s not every day you see a thing like that. He introduces himself, shaking your hand in his tentacle. He’s looking for someone, he says, someone he lost a long time ago. You feel deeply sad for him. You want to help. Taking his tentacle, you lead him outside. The world is buzzing green and blue. Fish are swimming through the air around you. You see a woman near the fence, strumming a guitar. She’s singing of the universe, and all the creatures in it. The octopus man moves toward her, and as they get closer, you see they recognise each other. They hug, and as they do, you feel complete. You brought them together. They leave, and you lie down on your lawn, breathing slow and steady as the skies form patterns and swirls above you.