This took place at home with my girlfriend (who didn't eat any mushrooms). This was to be the first time that I consumed any quantity of psychedelics in a few years. I aquired nearly 6 grams of freshly dried cubensis in which I consumed over the course of three days/nights.
The first night I ate only a small stem to test the quality of the mushrooms. The next night I ate slightly more, perhaps one gram, and decided to stop there since I had the next few days off work and planned to eat the rest of the bag the next night. Both nights I was surprised at the quality of the mushrooms.
I proceeded as planned the next day and consumed the rest of the mushrooms in 3 doses over the course of two to three hours. I took the first dose, 2-2.5 grams, at around 4:30pm on a Saturday. The first effects were felt within 45 minutes of taking the first dose. I noticed myself feeling different, although it wasn't much, yet. I decided to smoke a few bowls to give myself an extra lift. Shortly afterward I opened my bag of mushrooms again and took a bite out of a large stem. I sat and watched TV and continued to wait for the trip to start.
By the time I looked at the clock again it was close to 6pm and I was surprised at how much time had passed. I was feeling the effects much more by this time and I had wondered how long it had been since I started feeling this way. I felt very excited, somewhat nauseous, apprehensive, and cold. I started to think that eating the other piece of stem wasn't such a good idea. I wondered how far that other piece would take me. Moreover, I wondered how much it weighed.
The nausea and apprehensive feelings soon passed to constant yawning, watery eyes (from yawning), and lauging at all the things that were happening to me. I then decided that it was probably safe to eat the rest of the bag. Although I wasn't keeping track of time anymore, I estimate that it was shortly after 6:30pm at this point. I remember the mushrooms tasting a bit like peanuts when I first began to chew them, and although I usually don't mind the taste much, it was even less offensive than normal while I was already under the influence.
I smoked a few more bowls with my girlfriend and told her about how I was feeling. I couldn't look at anything without it being distorted. this was accompanied by the usual feelings of euphoria, minor auditory hallucinations, and a rather intense body high of a somewhat intense trip.
I sat on couch with my girlfriend and continued to watch TV for a little while, but soon began walking around my place looking at things. I was getting impatient and wanted the rest of the mushrooms I ate to kick in, although I was already tripping and happy... at least for awhile.
I began to feel that my girlfriend was holding my trip back because she was sober and didn't look as happy as I did. She also was worried that I would fall when I was walking and asked me to sit down repeatedly. I was staggering a bit but I didn't feel like I was going to fall. I sat down anyway as I realized that she was probably right. In a way I wanted her to leave... And she did for about 15 minutes. She asked me if I would be alright while she took a shower (or use the bathroom.. I don't really remember) and I said yes.
While she was in the bathroom I sat on the couch and looked at my pet tarantulas, the TV, the walls, everything. I began to experience very intense feelings of panic. It was like I wasn't even tripping before.. The last mushrooms I ate had came on so strong that they completely shadowed the fact that I was already tripping. A little voice in my head said to me, "this is what you wanted all night, and now you're fucked". I realized that I had eaten a large ammount and that there was nothing I could do to abort the trip. I quickly began to try to change the course of my trip before it got any stronger. While I scanned the walls I saw illusions of small spiders, which had a calming effect on my mind (as odd as that my seem). I am fond of spiders so this came as no surprise to me.
My girlfriend came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and this also helped to relax me. I smiled at her and told her that I was seeing spiders on the walls. She sat next to me on the couch and I rested my head on her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair and I lost all feelings of fear and panic. I stood up and walked around across the room, but quickly went back to the couch as I found walking nearly impossible.
I layed there on the couch with my back turned to my girlfriend and my head resting on the arm rest while she rubbed my back. I looked at the TV and saw faces appearing from everywhere possible. I remember thinking, "did they intend for me to see this?". I could feel myself becoming more and more confused at this point. My senses became so distorted that I could no longer feel my girlfriends body against mine or the couch under my body. I slid to the floor and layed there on my back looking up at the ceiling. I laughed as it changed into undescribable entities, faces, and patterns. I turned my head to the side and noticed that my carpet, once shades of brown, was now a flowing field of soft white matter which cannot be described in words.
I no longer saw the things in my place the same way I had earlier that day. They had taken on new forms or ceased to exist entirely. I could no longer remember what was happening to me or where I was, although I did know that I had been eating psychedelic mushrooms earlier. I began to think that I was dying, although this didn't worry me. My thoughts seemed to come from an external source instead of my mind, like some being was controlling me, and therefore I didn't see them as real.
I closed my eyes and began to see colorful patterns which moved as if I were being flown through another dimension. On several occasions I could see my place, although greatly distorted, from this colorful alien world. I no longer felt attached to my body and seemed to float through time and space, heaven and hell, while gazing in awe of the whole experience. I thought about my mom and saw her in my old house as if in a dream. Although I couldn't speak to her and she didn't appear to see me, it was like I was there.
I slid into another postition on the floor, hugged a pillow and remembered feeling helpless, though not afraid of what was going on. I heard a voice speaking to me but couldn't understand what it said. The voice didn't come from anything in particular, but from the colorful patterns that made up this place that I had found. I didn't respond to the voice and didn't hear it again.
I can't remember many details past this point, though there are a few moments where I seemed to fade back into a dreamy reality. I asked my girlfriend if I was sleeping a few times and remembered her telling me that my eyes had been open. I can also remember asking "what's going on?" on more than one occasion, to which she replied, "you're tripping on mushrooms". Anytime I was able to get some grip on reality I was extremely confused and tried to figure out what was going on.
After an estimated two hours of being on the floor (and spilling a glass of ice water on my head) I regained some sense of reality, and this time it didn't fade away. It was very difficult to talk, but even more difficult to try to describe what I experienced. My girlfriend asked how I was feeling while I was on the floor and I replied, "it was like going to hell, heaven and back.. That's the best way to describe it".
The rest of the night was spend sitting around and smoking bowls. Although I was still had a strong afterglow for hours, it felt like very little in comparison to what I had been through. I was up and around again within a few hours after I stopped peaking, but felt funny for a few days afterward. More details of the trip came back after several days, but this is still all I can remember.