2 little caps is not

My ex girlfriend was cleaning out her step dad's horse stables one day, basically just messing around and waiting for him to leave so she could go into the cow pastures and search for cubes, but she glanced out of the window at the pile of manure and noticed several clusters of sky blue mushrooms. These were different that the golden teachers and little pan cyans that we were accustomed to finding. They didn't have skirts like cubes and they weren't small and bell shaped like the cow pasture pan cyans. Most were quite large, with thick stems. They were light blue on top, dark purple underneath and bled what looked like blue ink when pinched. The first night I ate one and it was fantastic. There were bright colors, visual acuity (there were a lot of deer in the area and driving home I could see every deer in the road for miles ahead) and streamers following moving objects. The next night, I thought "well I usually can't trip 2 nights in a row but I really want to try these again". So of the batch I had left which was 2 whole large shrooms, one really big cap and 2 whole small ones, I decided to just eat the 2 small ones. And that is the night I learned size does not necessarily mean jack shit when taking mushrooms. I smoked some cannabis and started tripping very hard after about 45 minutes. I was trying to watch a movie but the remote kept disappearing. The movie would be blaring so I'd turn it down and then set the remote next to me. Then the characters would be whispering. I'd reach for remote and it would be gone. I'd get up and tear the blankets off the bed, remove the mattress and box springs and prop them up against the wall to look under the bed. Nothing. Put the bed back together, put the blankets back on, sit back down and look to my right and there would be the remote, right where I left it. I did this 3 or 4 times until the TV screen started to pour out into the room. The words became nonsense so I didn't bother with the volume any more. Then the light from the screen flooded my bedroom and it was like I had a rainbow colored spotlight blinding me. I tried to fumble my way down the wall to find the doorknob but I couldn't locate it so I just fell back into bed and held on so that I wouldn't accidently fall off the earth. This went on for several hours. By the time I regained my vision, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was get some sleep, so I dug through my box-o-substances and found a xanax and took it, thinking it would calm me to sleep. It did the exact opposite. I was then tripping harder than ever. I went completely blind again, lost in rainbow colored lights. This went on for an hour and when I regained my vision, I decided I should take a shower. I took the movie that I had been watching out(The Evil Dead) because it was freaking me out and put on a comforting film (Death to Smoochy) Then I went to take my shower. I didn't do so though because when I looked into the mirror it was clear to me that I had died and was now in fact a zombie. My reflection  looked like a corpse just on the verge of rigimortis and I began to feel stiff, so I lay back down in bed and tried to reassure myself that I was just tripping and not becoming Kandarian deamon zombie for the next 4 hours. At which point, I was finally able to fall asleep.