johnney5
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So Sunday night, I was finally able to hang out with my friend who had my Amanita Muscaria's (and salvia).
He told me he tried a few caps and nothing happened, so I looked at the baggie... It had quite a few caps, but a whole lot of bits and peices too. After smoking some weed, and having some beers, although a very silly idea, I decided to eat the Amanita's (I just couldn't wait).
I ate at least 20 grams, I still have the leftover bag, there really isn't much left. The taste was horrible, but I was basically eating it like it was cereal.
Now, I ate them at 2:15, so around 3:15 AM is when they finally started to hit me. I was watching a DVD, so when it was over, the menu started repeating a sound every 10 seconds, it started driving me crazy. As soon as I kinda freaked out about it, I realised I was definitely feeling like my head was spinning 8( , and I had to throw up.
Basically, I could hardly remember much OUTSIDE of my trip, just moving back and forth between the bathtub and my couch to sleep on.
But I must say, the trip was intense. At the time, I felt like I would never forget EXACTLY what was happening, but for the most part, It's extremely hard to describe a trip that doesn't have any real structure. But here's my best description of it.
My mind set a game up for me to play, I was basically like a hyperspeed pac man, eating the drugs I had mailed away for (kratom, salvia, amanitas, ect.). I actually at one point "requested" (in this matrix-like environment), to be served flour (I actually think I remember it being 2 pounds exactly), to be used with the kratom (because I had read about making kratom flour balls on these forums, less than a day beforehand). Because I was traveling so fast, I overlooked the fact that swallowing 2 lbs of flour would have been impossible to swallow / or would kill me. The moment I realised this, I was able to stop my hyper-speed and avoid eating the flour. It was sort of more like I was able to be invurnerable to the flour, just for that split second.
I continued with this, until I realised that I couldn't stop, didn't know where I was going, and began freaking out. Slowly, I realised that the drugs were depleting (sort of like a gobstopper I guess). I remember being pretty happy, until I realised that it was STILL never ending. So I basically started to panic, wondering how I could stop. I finally came to this crazy conclusion that the entire time I was playing the "game", i didn't HAVE to be playing it, so the entire time I was forcing myself for no reason to eat the drugs.
There were a few other small aspects to the game, like timing meant everything, and I actually freaked myself out, beleiving that I was actually going to die if I "lost" in the game. I remember VERY specifically that for some reason, I lucked out at "Number 420" (my best guess is that the game went by how many miles i had travled, at mile #420, I lucked out and saved myself from death, with perfect timing of... whatever it was I was doing). I convinced myself that 420 would forever be my lucky number.
Almost like guitar hero, where I had to like, time certain button pushes, but... I wasn't playing an instrument, It was all just happening in my head.
Now, I know this sounds pretty AWESOME, but it was in fact a total mindfuck. I must say that I kind of enjoyed it despite the fact that I was throwing up most of the time that I was tripping, and I kind of wish I had done them earlier in the day so I could have enjoyed it without falling asleep. I think i'll never do them again (might make tea with the leftover amanitas, but the taste of them will probably forever haunt me).
For the sake of anyone who might come across this thread in a search... I want to mention that at the time, I wasn't entirely aware of the safe dose for this stuff. Erowid suggests ONE cap to start / test the dose. The amount I took could have been very, very bad for my liver.
He told me he tried a few caps and nothing happened, so I looked at the baggie... It had quite a few caps, but a whole lot of bits and peices too. After smoking some weed, and having some beers, although a very silly idea, I decided to eat the Amanita's (I just couldn't wait).
I ate at least 20 grams, I still have the leftover bag, there really isn't much left. The taste was horrible, but I was basically eating it like it was cereal.
Now, I ate them at 2:15, so around 3:15 AM is when they finally started to hit me. I was watching a DVD, so when it was over, the menu started repeating a sound every 10 seconds, it started driving me crazy. As soon as I kinda freaked out about it, I realised I was definitely feeling like my head was spinning 8( , and I had to throw up.
Basically, I could hardly remember much OUTSIDE of my trip, just moving back and forth between the bathtub and my couch to sleep on.
But I must say, the trip was intense. At the time, I felt like I would never forget EXACTLY what was happening, but for the most part, It's extremely hard to describe a trip that doesn't have any real structure. But here's my best description of it.
My mind set a game up for me to play, I was basically like a hyperspeed pac man, eating the drugs I had mailed away for (kratom, salvia, amanitas, ect.). I actually at one point "requested" (in this matrix-like environment), to be served flour (I actually think I remember it being 2 pounds exactly), to be used with the kratom (because I had read about making kratom flour balls on these forums, less than a day beforehand). Because I was traveling so fast, I overlooked the fact that swallowing 2 lbs of flour would have been impossible to swallow / or would kill me. The moment I realised this, I was able to stop my hyper-speed and avoid eating the flour. It was sort of more like I was able to be invurnerable to the flour, just for that split second.
I continued with this, until I realised that I couldn't stop, didn't know where I was going, and began freaking out. Slowly, I realised that the drugs were depleting (sort of like a gobstopper I guess). I remember being pretty happy, until I realised that it was STILL never ending. So I basically started to panic, wondering how I could stop. I finally came to this crazy conclusion that the entire time I was playing the "game", i didn't HAVE to be playing it, so the entire time I was forcing myself for no reason to eat the drugs.
There were a few other small aspects to the game, like timing meant everything, and I actually freaked myself out, beleiving that I was actually going to die if I "lost" in the game. I remember VERY specifically that for some reason, I lucked out at "Number 420" (my best guess is that the game went by how many miles i had travled, at mile #420, I lucked out and saved myself from death, with perfect timing of... whatever it was I was doing). I convinced myself that 420 would forever be my lucky number.
Almost like guitar hero, where I had to like, time certain button pushes, but... I wasn't playing an instrument, It was all just happening in my head.
Now, I know this sounds pretty AWESOME, but it was in fact a total mindfuck. I must say that I kind of enjoyed it despite the fact that I was throwing up most of the time that I was tripping, and I kind of wish I had done them earlier in the day so I could have enjoyed it without falling asleep. I think i'll never do them again (might make tea with the leftover amanitas, but the taste of them will probably forever haunt me).
For the sake of anyone who might come across this thread in a search... I want to mention that at the time, I wasn't entirely aware of the safe dose for this stuff. Erowid suggests ONE cap to start / test the dose. The amount I took could have been very, very bad for my liver.
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