On May 3, 2000, I thought it would be cool to dose on some mushrooms.
On May 3, 2000, I thought it would be cool to dose on some mushrooms......I was wrong. I'd had one (very positive) trip before, and wanted one more intense this time, so I thought I'd go with 3g (homegrown) Psilocybe cubensis + 1/2 teaspoon ground Syrian Rue seeds. I ate the Syrian Rue at 11:50pm and dosed at 1:15am. For the first hour and 45 minutes, things went groovy, started with major trailers, then on to CEV's right into OEV's. Cool shit like giant floating cities in my carpet, then it hit the fan! At 3:00am things started to go bad my night was pretty much a living nightmare after that. I decided that it would be best to go up to my room to try to sleep. COMPLETE depersonalization (is that right?)! I had no clue where I was or even who I was. I just laid there with dance music coursing through my head over and over again. I thought I was a retard, I couldn't think, I couldn't even see straight. At around 6:00am I started to get back some of my most basic functions (like NOT convulsing) and came down staris to write on my computer, here's what I wrote.
"In what has been best estimated to me as the single worst event in my life. On may 3rd, I ingested about 3 dried grams of P.cubensis, at around 3 in the morning things started to go bad, in a downward spiril over the courc3e of the night the mushrooms seemed to ripped me a new soull. I’m so humilleated, I need to go to bed. I’ve been up all night fighting deamons. I’ll never do this again. I hate mushrooms. I hope I can put my life back togeather. I can’t even fucking talk. This suskkkkkkkkk and who the fuck is rachel??"
I will probably never do those again.