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3 pound shroom trip

Disclaimer--WARNING, DO NOT EVER TAKE SHROOMS.



Disclaimer--WARNING, DO NOT EVER TAKE SHROOMS. WHAT I DID WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. THIS IS JUST FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. THIS WAS NOT A COOL THING TO DO. SHROOMS ARE NOT COOL AT ALL, EVEN IF YOU ONLY EAT 1 OF THEM. 1 COULD LEAD TO MORE. MORE CAN BE DANGEROUS. EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO "OVERDOSE" LEVEL AND NO ONE CAN BE CONFIRMED TO EVER DIE FROM THEM, THEY ARE STILL EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. SO, DON'T EVER TAKE ANY KIND OF WILD MUSHROOM. ONLY EAT THE ONES FROM THE STORE. IF YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BUY THEM, THEN THOSE KIND ARE PROBABLY SAFE. ALTHOUGH, SOME PEOPLE ARE ALLERGIC TO ALL MUSHROOMS, SO I DON'T RECCOMEND EATING THEM AT ALL. MUSHROOMS ARE UN-DIGESTIBLE IN GENERAL. IF ANYBODY DOES THIS, THEN YOU ARE TAKING A RISK ON YOUR LIFE, AND I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY OR MAY NOT DO. TRUST ME, YOU WOULD NEVER WANT TO FEEL THIS FEELING THAT I FELT. I AM SIMPLY TELLING YOU A STORY. IF SHROOMS ARE LEGAL TO TAKE WHERE YOU LIVE, THEN I CANNOT BOSS YOU AROUND. I AM NOBODY'S BOSS, BUT I HAVE TO WARN EVERYONE NOT TO TAKE THEM. IF IT'S LEGAL AND YOU'RE DOING IT FOR CEREMONIAL/RELIGOUS PURPOSES THEN YOU CAN TAKE THEM. BUT DON'T EVER EAT TOO MANY OF THEM LIKE ME. DON'T EVEN ATTEMPT TO EAT NEARLY AS MANY AS ME. IF IT'S LEGAL, THEN YOU SHOULD FIND OUT WHAT DOSE YOU NEED, AS YOU PROBABLY ALREADY KNOW. YOU SHOULD NOT EVER TRY TO ATTEMPT ANYTHING LIKE I HAVE DONE. YOU WILL NOT GAIN ANY BENEFIT WHAT SO EVER FROM THAT.
EVEN A HALF OF POUND IS WAY TOO MUCH. DON'T EVER ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU HAVEN'T DONE BEFORE. LIKE I SAID, I'M NOT YOUR BOSS, BUT THAT'S MY WARNING TO EVERYONE.

Okay everyone, I decided to write the trip report, because so many people want to hear it.

It's very long. (but not too long)

Okay, this is much higher than a level 5 trip, but they wouldn't let me pick any higher. This is more like a level 10 trip. This is as hard as anyone could possibly trip, and it's not fun at all. I ate anywhere from about 3-7 pounds of shrooms. I didn't weigh them, but I know it was at least 3. I think 4 or 5 is more like it, but I want to make sure I don't exxagerate. I'm going to tell every single detail I remember, and I remember a lot of the trip very well too. I'm going to make sure there is no false info. at all in this story.

Okay, right now you're probably saying to yourself that there's NO way anyone could eat 3 pounds of shrooms. Well, that's not true. I did it, and I didn't even have a stomach ache. A lot of people can eat three pounds of food. It depends on what you eat too. I couldn't eat 5 pounds of spghetti, because it's a very filling food. But mushrooms are not filling at all. They are un-digestible. Also, I ate them fresh which means that supposedely they are 90% water, but I don't know if i believe that. Maybe 75% but I doubt 90% is water.

Anyway, I ate the Psilocybe cubensis species. It depends on what field you goto , but they can be different in potency.
Certain fields have better shrooms. I happened to get the extremely potent ones this time. Just figures. When I did not need potency, I got it anyway.

Okay, here's the story............


Me and my friend Jack had been tripping for the past few weekends, and we were loving it at the time. We smoked weed too, but our drug of choice was shrooms. We liked nothing better. So, jack and I made plans for him to spend the night at my house. This was on a Friday night, and this all happened about 5 years ago. But i remember everything perfectly, like it was yesterday. Okay, so me and Jack were shrooming all the fields around town and were finding a decent amount, but we wanted to trip major balls. I mean major balls. So, we planned on eating a few pounds each.

But anyway, we heard about this "new" field that was close by and we wanted to check it out. We didn't know where it was exactly, but my other friend "josh" DID know. Jack had been to the field once, but he didn't remember where it was, because he drove there with some friends. Anyway, we made plans for Josh to meet up with us at my house at about 11:00 p.m.

He knocked on my bedroom window, and me and jack had to sneak out because we didnt want my mom to know what we were going to do. So, we smoked a joint outside my window, and I got pretty high off of it. Then we went looking for the field. We didn't have any cars, so we had to walk. Josh, thought he knew where he was going, but we ended up getting lost, and we were walking through these scary woods, with a ton of spider webs in them. We must have been walking for an hour before we found the field. I must have ran into 20 spider webs face first, and I was pretty terrified, but then when we found the field, it seemed so worth it to me, because there were tons of HUGE shrooms everywhere.

We were like, holy shit. We couldn't believe it. We had never been to a field this many mushrooms in it.

We were finding all these 12 inch caps. They were the biggest caps I had ever seen before. But the most amazing thing about them were the stems. The stems were as thick as my wrists are around. They were so fucking incredible. I am not exagerating one bit. The stems were as thick as my wrists are. (i said arms previously, but i call my wrist my arm too.)

So, besides the 12 inch caps, we were also finding 6 inch bulletheads. We had never seen or heard of any bullet heads with stems or caps like that. These shrooms were so fucking incredible. I don't think anyone will ever see any shrooms like this again. I think it was a mysterious part of nature.

Because shrooms aren't supposed to get that big. There was something very wierd going on. But we were all so excited, because we knew we were going to trip the hardest we had ever tripped. We all loved tripping so much too.

I used to trip with josh and some other dude all the time, and we would walk around the neighborhood at night tripping balls, and we would have tons of fun.

Now, I hate tripping so much. I know the acid has gotten so unbelievably shitty, and it will probably never be good again. (well, acid is NEVER good) But i just mean the quality.

Anyway, I hate mushrooms now too, because they make me very depressed. I loved them so much before eating the 3 pounds, but after that, I just got depressed from them. I guess it was from the major dose i took.

Anyway, we were still in AW looking at these things. We couldnt believe our eyes.

So, we started eating them. My hand were full of shrooms. I was finding them way faster than I could eat them. I was trying to eat them really fast. So, I was gobbling down all these gigantic mushrooms for about 45 minutes to an hour I'd guess.

I must have eaten at least 50 mushrooms.
My friends were chronic trippers and had even been tripping longer than I had, but they stopped eating them after about 2 pounds. They said I was crazy to be eating that many. Even they wouldn't eat more than 2 pounds. I couldnt believe it because josh used to eat a 10 strip of acid and then goto school like that! I would NEVER do that!

I would be freaking out and probably just die.

So, I actually ate about as much as both of them did put together! They were asking me why I was eating so many, and I said that I had heard that there was no overdose on them, so I wasn't afraid. They were still too afraid to eat that many though. So, I didn't care. I knew we were all going to trip nuts. The most josh had ever eatan before was a pound and he tripped the most balls he had ever tripped, so he knew 2 pounds would be plenty. I had never really eaten anywhere near as many as I ate that night, so I had no idea, how hard I was actually going to trip.

I knew it was going to be crazy but I wasn't expecting anything like what was about to happen.

Okay, I guess the interesting part is coming up now.....

We left the field and my hands were still full of mushrooms so i finished them up on the way. We were heading to the local elementary school. We used to trip there a lot.

It was about 2:00 a.m. now I'd say at the latest.

I was already trippin balls. But i wasn't delerious yet. I still knew I had eaten the shrooms. My friends were already tripping balls. We went to get a drink from the water fountain, and josh, (who always had a tolerance to tripping) said to me, "Dude, I'm starting to trip fucking nuts" And I said, "me too"

I was suprised that he would say that because he always wanted more. I couldnt believe that I out-did him with tripping. This dude was like the king of tripping, and I actually beat him. Wow. (not that i'm proud of it or anything)

So, then we went to the front of the school, and by this time, I had elapsed into delerium, and I had no idea I had even taken any shrooms. I think I black out or passed out because the last thing I remember was laying on the ground looking a brick wall, and it had turned into a hand.

It was like a big hand, pointing a finger at something.
Then the next thing I remember was falling down in the woods over and over again. I couldn't walk. My friends (jack and josh) had to carry me or hold me up the whole way back home. I just remember it must have taken them a long time to get me home, because I was just like "dead"
I couldn't walk at all. I couldn't do nothing.

Then I remember Josh gave us some cigarettes. I remember they asked me if i knew where I was. I said no. I had no idea where I was. And now that I'm sober, I remember where I was when I said that, and I was right by my house at that time. They had finallly managed to get me home. It's crazy that I didn't even know my own house that I had lived in for about 5 years.

So, then we had to sneak back in through my window. I still was extremely delerious and had no idea what was going on. JAck must have been tripping so fucking hard, even though he was no where near like me, I know he was tripping fucking balls. (I didn't know that at the time, but i know now that i'm sober) So, I don't know how he did it, but he managed to sneak me and him back into my room through the window. (josh went home)

Then when I got in, the radio was playing. (we had left it on before we left) And, I don't know how i know this, but it was "guns n roses"

The reason why I don't know how i know is because it did not sound like guns n roses at all. I didn't know what it was at the time, but for some wierd reason, I just "know" now. I think it's like a physcic thing, because the song sounded so fucked up. I cannot explain it. I wish I could. I have to be around you to immitate the song. That's why it's so hard to write this story, because you probably have no idea what i'm talking about.

Anyway, I'll try to explain it. The song sounded like some crazy ass trance song with wierd noises in it. It sounded like the craziest song I had ever heard. But in fact, it was just guns n roses. A normal band ended up sounding so fucked up. It was crazy. Imagine how fucked up an actual tripped out song would have sounded to me.

I mean, gund n roses isn't even tripped out, and they sounded like the most tripped out thing i had ever heard. And I have heard more tripped out things than most people ever will. That's the best way to describ it. But what makes it so amazing is that I just "know" it was guns n roses. I have no idea how i know. How could I know? I had no idea what the fuck it was at the time. All I remember is how fucked up it sounded. So, if all I can remember is how fucked up it sounded,, the how can I know that it was guns n roses? Because i know guns n roses doesn't sound anywhere near that fucked up. In fact, guns n roses just sounds like some rock band to me. They're not tripped out at all in my opinion. (wierd huh?)

So, anyway, I layed down on my bed and it was crazy as fuck. I was rolling around with the cover over me. I can remember this feeling so good, but I cannot describe it at al. It is simply un-describlable. As good as i am at describing thigs, I still can't do it. It was the most fucked up feeling that anyone could ever possibly feel.

It was definitly an out of body experience. It was a REAL out of body experience though. I guarantee that no one has ever felt that feeling or tripped that hard before. I am going to try my hardest to explain it, but I know I won't be able to. I'll tyr but it wont be good.

I was rolling around and delerious still and this was actualy the peak of my trip. I felt as if my covers were ripping into little sections and then I was entanling between them, and I also felt as if I was in outer space. The room was dark. I felt as if I was floating in space. The cover was entangling around me and it kept separting into pieces and then repairing itself. (see i told you it was gonna sound fucked up) That's the best way to describe it, but you still cannot ever imagine that feeling. Trust me.

I have felt like I was in outer space before, but never like this. This was the real thing.

Anyway, I started to think I was super natural. I tried my hardest to rip out my eyeballs, but I couldn't. (thank god)
I must have had no strength in my body because I ate so many shrooms, so I was almost like paralyzed for a while)

Cause, if i was sober, I bet i would be able to rip my eyeballs out if i wanted to. Anyway, I was feeling absoultely NO pain what so ever. I had no ego left either.
I was extremely delerious and had no idea I had even ate any shrooms. Anyway, after trying to rip out my eyeballs, I tried to pull my hair out, and I don't know if i succeded in doing it or not. I was just on a mission to try and "destroy" myself.

Anyway, then I started banging my head on this metal bar. (i had bunk beds, jack was on top, and i was on bottom) There was a metal bar that went around my desk, below my bunk beds. (I had those rare kind that aren't parallel to each other. The top goes one way , and the bottom goes another, but it had a desk built in. Ever seen them?)

Well, anyway, I started banging my head on it as hard as I could. I really must not have had any strength thank god, because I would have been in a lot of pain the next day. Suprisingly I was in no pain at all the next day.

So, anyway, then after all that, I started to talk total non-sense. It seems like I was talking for 5 hours about total gibber gabber. I can't remember what I was saying exactly, but I do remember a few things.

One thing I said was this exactly. I remember EXACTLY. I don't know why, but i do. I said,

"Then on Thursday, we're going to got Mona's house and eat a leg"

I was talking total non-sense like that for the rest of the night. And I guess I started to freak Jack out really bad, because he started saying "DUDE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Then I would say "HEY JACK"
And he would say "What?"
And then I would say "DUDE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

And he would say "dude, you shut the fuck up!"
I was so fucked up , I had no idea what was going on.
I remember saying some really fucked up things. This whole part of the trip is a good example of what it's like to lose your Ego.

So, I kept talking complete non-sense at a million miles a minute, until about 6:00 a.m.

I looked at the clock and it was about 6:something (i don't remember the exact time. I think it was 6:12 a.m.

What I DO remember is that the time stayed the same for an hour. It was like 6:12 am for an hour, and it never did change. So, then I started freaking out. I thought the world had ended and I was in hell. I knew I was still on earth at this time, but I thought "hell" was on earth.

I was so miserable. I thought that I was going to be trapped in the demension of hell for ever. The time would not change. Also the garbage men were out front, and they never did move either. They were out there forever too. I rmeember that the garbage truck was moving back and forth. (it was from my trip visuals)

I started getting very crazy thoughts, about this "hell" i was in. I was wondering if my friends were in it too. I knew JAck was on my top bunk, so I knew he was in it with me, but i didnt care. I thought he was totally a zombie just saying the same thing over and over again. I thought he was going to be laying on my top bunk for eternity in hell, saying "dude, shut the fuck up over and over again"

I thought i was going to be doing the same thing for ever too. I was so scared. I hated hell so much. Keep in mind, that I still had NO IDEA i had even tripped the night before. I was still tripping so hard, that I was delerious.

Oh yea, I left out a part. When we first got back home earler that night/morning jack was looking for the cigarettes that josh gave us. He couldn't find them, and was saying, dude do you have them? I was saying "i dont know" i dont know"
He was like, DUDE! I need a ciagrette, just check you rpockets. I was like "i cant"
He was like "jesus dude"
He seemed pissed, but i was so delerious that i couldnt say anything other than "i dont know" or "i cant"

Then i remember he started looking in one of my drawers for some. I watched him walk from my bunk bed to the drawers and he dissapeared and then re-appeared in front of my dresser. I could also see through him. He looked like a ghost. I could see through everything actualy. It was crazy, but i was so delerious at the time, so I didn't realize it was crazy. I was even too delerious to be scared. I didn't get scared until about 6:12 in the morning when the time stayed the same, and I realized I was in hell.

I never believed in god, so I though that's why i had went to hell. Anyway, I was still delerious. Everyone knows what delerious means right? Well, it means that I didnt know I was tripping. I didnt know that i wasnt in hell. I didnt know what was going on. I probably didnt eveen know my name.

Anyway, back to the story. So, I went into my closet, and saw a buch of the cigarettes laying on the floor. I didn't know what they were at the time. They were just laying there. Then there was this big candle in my closet too, and I took it and picked it up and broke it over my head. It didn't hurt at all. I was still feeling no pain. But I was able to walk again. I know I was starting to come down at this time, but I was still tripping so hard, that I didn't even KNOW i was tripping. I thought I was in hell, and was freaking out. So, then I run out to my living room, and lay on the couch. I could see through my cat. It looked like a ghost also. Then i wanted to see if my mom was in hell with me, so I started screaming "MOM!" MOM!

and she comes running out to the living room and says, "What's wrong?!" And I said "Fuck you!"

She looked like a ghost too, and she was really scary, so I was so fucked up and freaking out, so that's why I said "fuck you" to her. (it seems so funny thinking that i said that to her!)

But i clearly remember saying that to her. So, then She said, "are you trippin?" And then I remember saying "Well, I ate some mushrooms" and she said, well I told you not to eat them, so i have no sympathy for you. She then said i was just on a bad trip and she went back to sleep i guess.

So, that's when I finally realized that I was tripping that whole time. When she asked me if I was tripping, I guess it made me realize that I was. I wasn't peaking anymore either, so I wasn't quite as fucked up at this time.

So, i was releived to know that i wasn't in hell. I went back to my room, and went back to my closet, and since I knew i was trippin now, I started to do my "trails" (im sure you know what trails are) And they were so colorful and thick. I have never seen trails this thick.
But, the most suprising thing is that they weren't that long. You would figure that they would have been much longer from eating all those shrooms, but I guess when you eat that many, the viusals change, and don't neccessarily get better. Or your trails don't get longer. You know what i mean?

So, about the time staying that same. I went back and checked my clock and it had finally chaged. My clock wasn't broken, but I'm sure you know how time goes really slow while you're tripping. Well, I was tripping so hard that it actualy seemed to stay the same for me! That's what freaked me out so much. I swear to god that it seemed like a minute was an hour. So to me, 5 minutes would have been like 5 hours.

So, anyway, my delerium, had worn off pretty much, but i was still tripping balls. But, I layed down and fell asleep. I woke up at about 12:00 noon, and I was still feeling the body buzz, and seeing minor trails. I realized and remembered everything that happened that night. I was like "thank god i'm not dead"

JAck told me that if i would have eaten even one more shroom, that I would have probably died. He told me all the fucked up things I was doing. I remembered everything too. IT's crazy as hell guys. Don't ever attempt to do what i did. Anyway, JAck only ate about 2 pounds, and he said he had never tripped anywhere near that hard in his life. And he has tripped fucking balls before too. But even his trip was nothing like mine. He still knew he was tripping i guess. I didn't. I went into that delerium i was telling you about.

So, anyway, we smoked all those cigarettes that were laying on my floor, and we kept talking about the trip. We said that were were "never" going to fucking trip again. And i said "sorry" for freaking him out and talking all the bullshit non-sense. HE said he understood, that i couldnt help it.

Well, I ended up eating musrhooms again after that time. I just figured that if I only at a few onces, then I'd be okay. Well,I didn't wig out after that excpet one other time. I will post that story later too. I only ate like a half-pound on this trip too! And i wigged out even worse than the 3 pound trip!!!!!!! I didn't trip nearly as hard, but wigged out more, but anyway, usually I'd just take a few ounces and trip balls, because my tolerance went waaaaaay down after eating 3 pounds and then taking a break.

Have you ever heard that if you used to do a certain drug all the time, and then you quit for a while and then start back up again, you will have NO tolerence what so ever. You will be able to get fucked up from the littlist bit. Well, I could trip balls off of one little shroom now.

But, I was addicted to these shrooms, so even after having that crazy 3 pound trip. I found myself only taking about a week off from them, and even though I said i was never going to trip again, I did.

So, the shrooms suck for me now. I get so depressed from them every time i do them. I quit doing them for good now. The last time I did them, I must have eaten like a half of gram and i almost wigged out. That's how low my tolerence is to them now. I feel so miserable on them. (anyone who is experienced with shrooms will know i was telling the truth about this whole thing. In fact, they will be able to relate to what i have been talking about.

Anyway, rate my story, and I'll write my other one, if you all liked this one enough to read another one. (well, i guess i will be able to tell by the ratings i get)

Plain and simply, I told you every detail i could remember from a true story that happened to ME.

Thank you for listening. Too bad I'm not here in person to tell it. It would have been better that way, but oh well.

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