Citation: Ricerider. "A Little Too Much: An Experience with Mushrooms (exp53843)". Erowid.org. Oct 24, 2020. erowid.org/exp/53843
Setting: Houston, Texas
Time: Summer of 2004
It had rained for the whole day and finally let up at the end of the the afternoon. It suddeny dawned on me to go to a field and pick a bunch of little caps.when 12:30 hit, I took a friend with me, each armed with a large black plastic garbage bag and a flashlight.
We took to the field full of vigor, and ended up comin home with BOTH bags filled in just under an hour and a half. Went back home and started scooping out hand-fulls of shrooms onto plates and filling glasses of orange juice (Make sure it's not calcium fortified). Had to wait for a couple more folks to show up.
Once everyone got to my place (5 people), we started pigging out. Musta have been about 20-40 caps per plate. I'm talking standard dinner plates. Most of my friends gave up at about 15-25 caps, Half the plate. But myself... I had been fasting for the whole day in eager anticipation for this. I ended up eating not only my plate, but 4 other plates at first.
20 minutes later: Although I was watching TV, I'm thinking this was a total waste of time ('who doesn't'), when suddenly I felt this insatiable urge to flip backwards over the back of my couch and start dancing. Far be it for me to deny my urges in my own house.
30 minutes after that: I began to relax a lot more as the poison entered the motor control functions of my brain and it began more effort to walk, dance, goof-off than it did to lay on my carpet.
I did notice that my cieling remarkably looks like an intrique mural. Then again by this time everything was wavy and completely nonstationary.
Ever been to a house of mirrors? Yeah. For everything that I was looking at, it distorted very fluidly from concave to convex, continuosly and uncontrolably.
2 hours later: I found myself suddenly attempting to 'swim' in my hard-wood flooring of my lobby with all my friends laughing. Apparently I had been hysterical. I have a pool... But liquid surrounding me 'felt' like a worse idea than trying to DIVE into hard-wood flooring.
1 hour later: Sanity seemed to return for a moment.. I knew it wouldn,t last, and I realized I was moderatly hungry, although common sense was still out the window, I decided to fix myself another plate of shrooms to snack on... WITH MUSTARD! I sat down and watched cartoons and ate probably another 18 caps. By this time, the poison had not only impaired my general judgement and motor functions, it had also crept into my auditory senses. Voices warped and echoed for no reason.
I spent the next 3 hours contemplating 'what it would be like to not be...' RIVETTING SHIT!!!
Following immediatly by an innability to speak for 30 minutes. I had to relearn the alphabet and then slowly increase my IQ, which was now equivalet to a crisp pop-tart, back to normal.
Low-and-behold ... I'm hungry again... I ate some more shrooms. A handful of 8. Why? I don't know.
It's morning now... And I figured it'd dangerous to be completely incoherent and psychotic outside, so I stayed inside listened to a blend of heavy house and trance, playing with glowsticks.
Pondering the relation of space and subspace, and how black holes suck shit up (like women and my bank account), I bored myself to sleep.
I dreamt of my house, silent hill style. I dreamt of 500lb angry penguins attacking my school. I dreamt of gallons of blood spewing from my light-socket. I dreamt of some sick and twisted shit only to be able to be described as '***ked up'.
I came down off this trip that evening... Cuz I got hungry again and made spaghetti's with raw mushrooms ontop for lunch.
The rest I dried and sold.
I must have consumed almost 100 caps in a span of 2 days.
Note: There are holes in this story... Gaps, for I have blank spaces inbetween certain events... Kinda like blacking out and finding yourself doing something odd.
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