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.