141 Shroom Ave.
Mushrooms - P. subaeruginosa
Citation: muddlefish. "141 Shroom Ave.: An Experience with Mushrooms - P. subaeruginosa (exp91278)". Erowid.org. Jun 2, 2021. erowid.org/exp/91278
Drug intake: Approx 300g (141 mushrooms) Psilocybe Subaeruginosa (hallucinogenic mushrooms)
8:00pm Ate 5-6 small mushrooms and had a Valium
9:29pm My mum was late coming home from work, I tried to call her but there was no response, I started to worry but reassured myself that everything was alright. I started to panic and had another valium (5mg) and took my respiradone (by this stage I didnít know which day it was). I thought that my mum might have been in a car accident and turned on to a news channel to see if there had been any accidents. I couldnít watch television for too long as I was pacing back and forth.
I had spent most of my time outside having cigarettes and was becoming more anxious but I could control my behavior varying from one extreme to another (violent, sadness, hopelessness, euphoria, manic laughing, soft talking).
9:45pm Mum finally came home, I was happy that she was back. I started talking to her and told her I was panicked about her not being home on time, as well as talking to her about the day out I had with my friend (whom I collected mushrooms with- obviously I didnít tell my mum about that part).
8:13-10:33pm These are some messages that I sent to my friend when I was on mushrooms (note, some parts are incomprehendable so I have had to tried to decipher what I was saying):
8:13pm I just had 5-6 small ones then- I'm already starting to wind down. Oh, and I had a valium.
9:29pm Fuck the pages are warped, the keyboards breathing. Everything seems to be a good idea. I AM FEELING FUCKING FANTASTIC. I DONíT KNOW HOW MANY SHROOMS I've HAD. ALL THE MESSAGES ARE SCRAWLING BETWEEN EACH OTHER. BOY IS MY MUM IN FOR A TREAT WHEN SHE GETS HOME TONIGHT.
10:27PM SHES HOME FINE. I'm GLAD. I feel no in tune with nature, something I cannot do with computers. I've had a valium and I cant remember what I was supposed to write. Itís making sense now, like order. Iíve been eating sooo many mushrooms; I'm going insane and loving it. The keyboard looks at me as if it was confused.
It hits you like you would not believe. I'm beginning to become poetic, itís brilliant. I will harvest these thoughts and you shall see them unpruned. I'm philosophical and incomprehendable. Trying to find some reality. I love to be out of touch, my mind ponders into depths where it shouldnít normally go. I can pull away from it and accept it- man itís getting real weird to type.
10:43pm Fuck I'm so excited, I need to slow down this deep dark untapped potential that only I can read. I think this is when we become tranquil with the word weÖ I cant explain it, its beyond words.
11:00 am I ate the whole fucking bag. All 141 shrooms. Including the bag. Fuck I had a psychotic episode, I'm just trying to put together what had happened. I spent all of yesterday in hospital, I could barely walk, my arms and legs became heavy, limp and weak. I was so weak that my mum had to dress me. The whole experience was fucked, but it was good. Iíll write up an essay of what happened soon.
Time 10:35pm My mum came out to tell me that it was cold outside and that I should come in. She found me mumbling softly to myself and laughing manically. I stayed out for a little longer, continuing the conversation with myself.
11:30ish I had a shower and was cleaning myself vigorously, as if I were to cleanse myself.
There were a lot of moments of peace and tranquility, as well as dark thoughts and extreme behaviour throughout the night/morning.
I remember trying to call my mum on the phone as well as one of my friends, but by that time my eyes were darting everywhere, I had double vision and my eyesight was very blurry. During a few stages of the night it looked as though my vision was shattered.
There were a series of variations of hallucinations during the evening, including a long demonic face had razor sharp teeth, pointed jaw and spiked forehead- to me it was a representation of the face of fear and depression. Mushrooms were consumed throughout the night.
1:00 am I became detached from human convention and began to take off all my clothes (fuck convention was running through my mind).
1:30am Apparently I was eating cardboard, flowers and burning things in the bathroom.
2:00am There were clothes strewn all about the place in my bathroom, bedroom and front room. There was paper and pencils everywhere.
I had a vivid hallucination of bodies, giant hands and breasts all intertwined with each other. They were all red and slimy and were warping.
I started cutting up pieces of paper in the bathroom. It resembled a deep hatred towards my father.
I looked in the mirror, embracing my insanity. At one stage I thought I was the reincarnation of the Zodiac killer (an American serial killer who mainly targeted couples and left encoded messages for the police- I donít think he was ever caught).
3:00am A deep hallucination. I thought I could see the process of evolution. I was exclaiming: ĒIT ALL MAKES SENSE, IT ALL MAKES SENSE, ALL THE PIECES FIT I JUST DONíT HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE TO COMPREHEND IT.Ē
I wet myself on the floor of my bedroom as I could not make it to the toilet. My body was heavy and I felt incredibly weak.
4:00am I tried to roll a cigarette, but I couldnít make out anything.
I became very primal and infantile, lying on the ground, kicking around like a baby lion in its sleep. I felt as if I were a cub who had lost its mother. I left limp and hopeless.
I was starting to get cold and tried to put some clothes on. All I could manage was putting a t-shirt which covered a portion of my leg and my privates, as well as one sock. I ended up wrapping a blanket around me.
5:00am My mum found me curled up in the fetal position on the floor wrapped in the blanket like a cocoon. She told me to go to bed.
8:30am All of my body felt weak and heavy. My mum had to dress me. I could barely walk. I had to crawl most of the time. I felt as if I were a baby learning to walk.
9:30am - 3:30pm In hospital, feeling tired
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