Anecdote:
One time, some 13 years ago my neighbor was growing boomers in his closet. I had a 60 pill / month prescription for Vyvanse that I was paying $15 for at the pharmacy. Every month he would trade me shrooms for the vyvanse, and I would trade those shrooms for shatter.
One month He traded me ~ a lb of wet mushrooms for a bottle of vyvanse which I divided into half pounds and laid out on my table to dry. They were mostly aborts but there were a few prized specimens in the mix.
A few days had passed and the mushrooms were down to about a half pound, each pile weighed in at around 100grams.
I had just gotten out of a very serious (like marriage serious) long term relationship (heartbreaking) and I was not feeling particularly great about myself or my situation (alone, behind on rent, no stable job, bad attitude etc).
In lieu of suicide, I decided to eat 100 grams of the partially dried mushrooms, assuming they would dry down to about 10-15 grams of dried material and that would be enough to “reset my clock”.
I have heard that beyond full receptor saturation, increasing the dose stops really making a difference - at least for me that was the case as I was pretty much “hyperslapped” out of my body and forced to attempt to cross “the bridge” (which I failed) and made to spend some countless number of infinities in “the cold black gooey place” which was still nicer than whatever threats of being “turned off” were made by the dog-headed guardians before being returned to my body from below by some ten-thousand angel hands made of golden light.
The remaining 100 gram pile that I *did not eat* was left on the table and only ever dried down to ~ 57g (I forget the exact amount - I just remember looking at the scale on the counter weeks later and thinking “oh shit”)
Assuming the piles were “about even” prior, I’m confident I ate somewhere between 30 and 60 grams of mushrooms. My best estimate is between 36 and 45 grams, I normally just say I ate 30 grams because anything more sounds ludicrous)
All in all, I’m really happy with my decision and grateful for the experience. I learned a lot of valuable lessons. Nothing has ever been the same since., and for a while it was really isolating because I didn’t know how to talk about the experience or who to talk about it with. Completely life changing, like, rebirth style.
It isn’t something I would recommend to an other. I don’t know what it looked like from the outside but I would imagine “not good” (my unwitting trip sitter, my dad, didn’t know they were being conscripted until much later in the evening or early the following morning when I fell face first into the kitchen wall after barely making it the rest room and as such; they don’t have much to share other than that they found me in a pool of my own sweat, bleeding and crying on the floor).
For reference, I had done mushrooms about a half dozen times, in doses ranging from 1-5 grams prior to this experience.
Peace