Originally Posted by DriftWood
I found this by thread random. I wouldn't take magic mushrooms so lightly. Its powerful stuff. Dosage is hard to get right when it takes so long to kick in.
I tried some in Thailand. While drunk I took a shroom shake, and then another, after the first one dint kick in within half an hour. It was enjoyable at first. All the colours turning brighter, and distorted textures. The stars in the night sky became streaks, when I turned my head.
Later I could barely figure out how to walk out of the room. Let alone find my way back to the hostel. I had to navigate through beaches of dancing people, streets of hookers, and packs of wild dogs. For a while I hid in a patch of forest, out of fear. Nobody would bother me there.
I couldnt tie my own shoes. I couldnt even figure out if the shoes where part of my body, or if my foot was someone else's. Conciousness felt completely disconnected form the body. I thought how silly it was to care about this body and life, when there where many billion other ones. I later learned this is mind-body disconnect is called ego-death.
It felt like insanity. I was afraid id never find my way back to reality. Theyd have to put me in a insane asylum as I couldnt even figure out how to do the most basic things.
But it was also the most interesting experience. All the philosophical thoughts about the nature of reality. So I dont regret it. I might even recommend everyone try it once.
Just be careful. The mind is a terrible thing to lose.
The above post is a very good description of what it is to take a too strong dose of mushrooms.
I just got back from Bali where me and my wife got a mushroom shake each at a mushroom bar called Twisted Monkey Bar. They had a monkey in a cage and some guys were sitting in couches looking stoned. I think they fed the monkey mushrooms. The guy tried to sell the shrooms for a ridiculous price at first, but we bargained it down. He suggested two bags of 'medium' for my wife and three bags of 'strong' for me. He made us the shakes and we downed them, feeling quite excited. There were phrases written on the walls that later would make a lot of sense. The most prominent being '****ing mushrooms, man...'.
It was night time. We went to the beach, where we thought it would feel safe enough to trip out. She had never tried before, I had tried a few times in weak dosages. We started tripping out, watching the sky unfold over the ocean. A stray dog came and laid down beside us. Whenever some strange man would walk near us the dog would bark. It was staying with us and protected us. Then my wife started crying uncontrollably. This was extremely terrible to me in the state of mind that I was in. Luckily she got better and started laughing uncontrollably instead. After a while I had to pee, but there was no place that felt safe enough for me to pee. I thought several times that I had peed myself. I just couldn't tell. My wife started to look worse and worse as her makeup was all smudged and here pupils dilated. Her hair was messy and I thought her nails where growing long. And when she smiled she exposed fangs. I still needed to pee, but no place felt safe. We were freaking out. We thought our only hope was to make our way back to our hotel room. The walk there was one of the most horrific experiences of my life. The dog followed us through the streets until a gang of young men in a dark alley scared it away. We thought they would do us in for sure, but they just passed us. We kept walking and walking, but the streets just kept stretching out longer and longer. Finally we made it to the party street where our hotel was located. The crowds of people were so frightening, and there were drug dealers everywhere pushing their product right in our faces. They seemed so aggressive, like they wanted to kill us. A man with pure worry in his eyes looked at my wife and asked if she was okay. The look on his face seemed to emphasize how dire the situation was. But somehow I still managed to just say "She's okay" as I dragged her along the street towards the hotel. We were trying to walk as fast as we could, and I have no idea if we were running or walking super slowly, because the way it felt we were hardly moving. The same kind of feeling as when you're trying to run in a dream and your legs just won't move fast.
The whole time I was trying to keep my **** together as much as possible since I knew I mustn't exacerbate the bad trip my wife was having. But at the same time, I was having a terrible trip myself.
We finally made it to the hotel room where we failed completely in our attempt to wash the sand off our bodies before lying down in bed. Our bodies in the mirror appeared green and distorted. My wife kept saying that there was so much sand, why hadn't we left the beach already? Why are we stuck there. She thought we were back at the beach. I kept trying to tell her to enjoy it, be in it and think happy thoughts. I was just as much trying to convince myself. For a while it worked, and we were having a bit of a good time.
I started feeling that I might die since I had no control over my breathing, and I felt no discomfort or pain no matter what position I was in. I thought that maybe this was how I was supposed to die, and that it didn't matter since I was always dead, and will always be alive. I would feel as if though there were bugs in my mouth, then I "realized" that I was the bug. And that I had always been the bug. I would see the face of the dog that had protected us, and could see that we were the dog. I kept saying "It was always like this" as if I could see the beginning and end of time, that time didn't really exist. This was to some extent a good feeling, and I felt as though this was the path to enlightenment. The ego-death kicked in. But there was always a tinge of fear mixed in with these good feelings. A worry that I would go insane and I even started making plans for what to do if I didn't get out of it. I concluded that suicide before they found us would be best, since I'd rather be dead than live a sustained life of madness.
I saw patterns everywhere, and I was scratching my head and my wife's head with my fingernails which seemed to just keep getting longer. The same for my wife's. Everything was part of an organic growth, we were the jungle, the lizards, the croaking frogs and the crickets.
I kept waking my wife up and asking if she was still alive. Kept telling her that I loved her, since I figured that was the best thing to say to make us both feel better.
I wasn't able to get any proper sleep the whole night, but come dawn I was thankfully coming back to reality.
That morning I sent out warnings to my good friends since I really thought that this is something no one should ever go through.
It is the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm still not sure if I will be able to come back totally from it.
So yes, please be very careful with these things. I wish you all the best.