Good rest day today. Everything that happened yesterday was real — at least the familiar things and the familiar people. Currently in dorm. Feeling a slight twinge of regret I didn't / won't stop by the Hitchcock Lounge again to watch Bullet Train and possibly talk to Micah, but chai from Mani earlier warmed me well enough. There will be more chances in the future! ... Earlier today I apologized to basically everyone mentioned prior, and they said it was no problem and were glad to hear I'm doing better now. Sasha, though, has gotten sick. I'm sniffling a little as well, but not feverish and weak like they are. I hope they get better soon.
To be honest I don't feel especially different than from before I took the mushrooms, except quieter and more peaceful. It seems like my thoughts have less "range", so to speak. They cascade less into the periphery. Altogether everything remains clear, if harder to organize. Possibly I worry less, now. I'm still anxious about apartment-hunting and scoring a boyfriend (still trying not to wear your names and memories out, Micah — but that's also faulty justification for not talking to you) and generally making better friends into next quarter, but less so. It doesn't tighten up my chest as much. That, among other things, is good.
Morning: Woke up early around 7:15. Doubted my memory and connection to reality, worried I had irreversibly altered my reality and "trapped" myself in some kind of memory hell where all my brain could run off on were my memories. Stayed in bed as long as I could until 8:00, when Sasha woke up sick. They told me everything (at least as much as they could remember) that happened yesterday, which mostly lined up with my own bits and pieces of memory from yesterday as well. I'm disappointed to tell you I still can't remember the exact hallucinations and sights I saw. I probably took a large enough dose that it impeded my memory consolidation. I apologized for not telling them, and not inviting them for some mushrooms, or even asking them to tripsit. Apologized to the aforementioned people; and then headed down to Rachel Carson Dining for some breakfast. Headed back up, talked some more with Sasha, helped them tidy up the place. Ava stopped by with some vitamins and broth for Sasha's cold, and I let her know I was doing well. Dharmesh checked in and asked if me and Sasha were alright. Yup, still doing well.
Afternoon: Made coffee, continued helping Sasha tidy up, made hojicha tea. Talked with Sasha some more about tripping, different mushroom strains, general psychedelics stuff. Turns out the strain I got, Penis Envy (don't laugh), was not Golden Teacher. Golden Teacher reportedly is quite mild and smooth. But Penis Envy is much, much more potent. I want to say 3x more potent based on comparative trip analysis, but I'm not a biochemist or a toxicologist. It could also just be individual differences. Mentioned I had a double coffee just a couple hours earlier, and Sasha immediately knew that was the major mistake (among improper mindset, weak intentions, and tripping alone). Apparently caffeine and psychedelics don't mix; or, at least, caffeine intensifies the psychedelic experience, a bit like how a Lemon Tek might. Well, good to know. They recommended I don't do mushrooms again for a long while, but by then I had already felt normal, lucid, and sober. I still feel that way now. I might've mentioned that already.
Evening: Garen (Dharmesh's roommate) checked in on me as we passed by each other in the bathroom, and I reassured him I was fine. (He was doing good as well. The "how are you" is basically autopilot now.) Went on a walk from about 3:30 to 5:00 down the same route that I took yesterday, to see if I could stimulate my memory more and match up my experiences: Oakes Meadow, along the back of the arboretum, and back up through the combined biking/walking path. It took quite some time walking back uphill. Obviously I wasn't pushing myself, but I still felt somewhat winded. Even the uphill was a perceptual difficulty: the distances in front of me looked