DOSE: T+ 0:00	5 g	oral	Amanitas - A. muscaria	(dried)
T+ 2:00	4 g	oral	Amanitas - A. muscaria	(dried)
T+ 3:00		smoked	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

155 lb

Around 7:00 PM Saturday, I consumed two large dried Amanita muscaria (Latvian) mushroom caps and a small one, which I guessed to be roughly 5 grams. After about two hours of anticipatory lounging, with no effect, I decided to eat more. This time, my friend, (pseudonym) Bob, devoured a dose comparable to my first,--he's cautious when it comes to psychedelics, having experienced bouts of highly uncomfortable emotional and mental instability when under their influence--while I increased my total intake to roughly 9 grams.

Eating the shrooms wasn't pleasant, but after you've downed half a can of nutmeg, 'foods' such as this are a cinch to swallow. Someone said they taste like French fries. I'd say there were similar to stale French fries, but more pungent. Random gritty particles were present within, and the occasional pine needle had to be extracted before consumption. Next time I may try a tea, or maybe stick them in a sandwich along with other, more flavorful ingredients.

About an hour after the second feeding, I was feeling the effects from the first dose, along with nausea and some sweating. The state of consciousness was similar to a mild alcohol buzz, but without the physical effects. The nausea continued to increase until I went to the bathroom to try and vomit; however, all resulting expulsions were exclusively gaseous. The nausea returned slowly, but before it got unbearable, Bob was ready to smoke some Cannabis with me. Weed really IS wonderful for treating nausea. After smoking a small amount, my stomach felt good as new, and thus the good times rolled.

Over the next few hours, the intoxication intensified to the point that my vision was slightly off--again, similar to being drunk, but still without the physical clumsiness--and my speech was slightly slurred. Bob said my pupils looked dilated, and the Christmas lights did look particularly bright, but it was nothing like I've experienced with Psilocybe shrooms, and I never made it to the mirror to inspect them. Periodic waves of euphoria and a general feeling of relaxation were the positive effects, while constant sweating despite feeling cold, and profuse salivating were an irritation. At some point, Bob and I decided to eat. I limited myself to one slice of pizza, some chips and salsa, and several chocolate candies, all of which tasted notably more delicious than when sober, and this, I think was due to the A. muscaria. By then, Bob was also feeling euphoric, but didn't note the same annoying temperature perception paradox. He joked that I was having internal “climate change” and that we should start a movement. I found myself, despite having slurred speech at times, very clear-headed, and able to sharply converse, and even give inflated oratories. Also of note was that movement felt neat, though Bob, his girlfriend and I happily vegetated in the living room most of the time.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
By 1:00 AM, it felt like I was coming down, and I decided to drive home, rather than stay awake at Bob's after everyone had gone to bed. The 15 mile trip across quiet, rural highway was uneventful. When I got home, I proceeded to eat and drink till I was full. It had been many hours since I'd had a meal, as I'd wanted to have a light stomach for the fungus, and everything tasted amazing, like having just smoked some really good pot and having insatiable munchies. What followed is the lowlight of my trip.

After stuffing my face to contentment, I thought it a good time to hit the sack. It was, after all, past 2:00 in the morning, and I didn't have anyone to talk to. I felt quite tired. By then, the sweating, salivating phase had passed, and I wrongly thought that the peak had passed while at Bob's. After maybe 20 minutes of lying down, I realized that I wasn't falling asleep, but rather lapsing into a mental state characterized by incessant internal monologue, dialog, and speeding thought images. At first I thought it was just the standard mind-not-wanting-to-shutdown, but then I was thinking outside the incessant thought-voice: 'I'm not thinking those thoughts. There's something evil talking and it won't stop!' It was more an expression of frustration than admission of demonic possession. Then I experienced time 'fast-forwarding,' as another report put it. I would have one thought, and then an unknown period of time would pass before I was conscious again. This disturbed me, and at that I decided I didn't want to fall asleep, for fear that consciousness would not return as normal. So I got back up and occupied myself until I was more sober. While up and about, doing things, the mental effects were much less, but I'm sure the peak had passed by the time I got up. It wasn't until around probably 5:00 AM that I felt more or less 'normal.' I had some extremely weird dreams when I finally did sleep, but in the past I've had them countlessly, and without any drugs.

Overall, the experience was slightly positive, for the waves of euphoria, enhanced gustatory perception and mental stimulation which occurred early on. If and when I do them again, (I have about 14 grams left) I'll definitely try for a more palatable consumption method, make certain there's cannabis at the ready for nausea, and won't plan on going to sleep for the next 10 hours.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67312
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Nov 21, 2017	Views: 6,077
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