FiveBucksFool
Bluelighter
I already posted my first mdma experience, so I figured I might as well share my first mushroom trip. It occurred during a trip to Amsterdam last fall. I typed this up shortly afterwards for the sake of posterity. 
Enjoy...
Dose: ~25 grams, fresh Colombian mushrooms
Body weight: 150lbs
Food consumed prior: 1 Chicken Nugget meal (they actually charge extra for ketchup at McDonalds in Amsterdam...what the fuck??)
3:00pm: Most smartshops in Amsterdam sell refrigerated packages of varying strains of fresh mushrooms, usually containing approximately thirty grams (just over an ounce) each. As it was my first time trying mushrooms, I didn't want to opt for the highest potency (Hawaiian or Thai, I believe). However, my three housemates were already experienced with mushrooms, and thus didn't want a weak strain. We compromised with Colombian mushrooms, which were just below the overall potency levels of Hawaiian and Thai mushrooms. Here is a picture of what the package and mushrooms looked like:
Since none of us had consumed fresh mushrooms before, we spoke at some length with the proprietor of the smartshop. He indicated that one package would be sufficient for two people, but that more could be consumed if desired. We decided to split three boxes between the four of us, allowing for about 23 grams per person. As I recall, they were quite cheap (I believe a package cost the equivalent of about $20-25USD ). As it was rainy and fairly chilly outside, we trekked back to our hostel to eat them and to relax until they started to come on. By 3:30pm, we had scarfed down all of our mushrooms. They were actually almost tasty. They had a flavor like very bland fresh vegetables, and were nice and crunchy. One of my housemates wanted to eat a little less, and to leave and walk around on his own rather than staying with the group. I ate his leftovers (another several grams), and he left to do his own thing. We didn't end up seeing him until the next day...but that's a different story.
Strangely, we all had to shit at the same time. By 4:00pm, we had each spent some quality time in our hostel's bathroom (which was nice and clean, thank christ ). I'm not sure if that was a result of the mushrooms or just a strange coincidence. Regardless, by 4:00 we were all back in our hostel room, chilling and watching TV. The first thing we noticed, humorously, was Tyra Banks on TV. Next Top Model was one of the VERY few English TV channels they had there, so we were watching that to pass the time. We all began to laugh hysterically...there was something about her face that made all of us crack up. One of my housemates made a comment that she looked like a dinosaur to him, and we were all in tears from laughing. As we stared, her glaring face would slowly and subtly begin to shift and warp back and forth. At this point I was experiencing a definite weed-like giddiness and was prone to stupid laughing fits, with only minor (Tyra's face) visual effects. However, by about 4:15, I was getting constant color warpings, stretchings, and noticed still objects moving around beyond their borders. We all decided it was time to leave base and do some walking around the city. Something to note when it comes to buildings in Amsterdam...they're all very tall, and EXTREMELY narrow. This means that nearly all staircases in the city are ridiculously steep. Steps might be 18" or taller, and not even big enough to put your whole foot on. As I descended the steps from our room to the main hostel lobby (we were on the 3rd floor), I felt my legs stretch out below me every step I took. It felt like I was Inspector Gadget, with my limbs stretching out as I climbed down from step to step. By the time we got outside, the weather had taken a turn for the worse. It was quite chilly and rainy, but I was in fantastic spirits and I hardly even noticed the cold. We walked at a decent pace from our hostel towards the city center, where we hoped to spend the rest of the late afternoon. Walking felt amazing. The limb-stretching-out effect happened with every step; it felt as if I was clearing 10-12 feet per stride. Colors blurred all around me. The three of us passed by a botanist selling a massive range of flowers at a covered outdoor kiosk, and we were all frozen in our tracks. The beauty of the amalgamation of colors, scents, etc was unreal. We stood there admiring, basking in, and smelling the flowers until we realized that we were drawing attention to ourselves. We managed to pull ourselves away and kept walking. I lit a cigarette, and, as is often the case with me when I'm under the influence, it tasted fantastic. I remember rolling the lighter around in my hand in my pocket, and getting watery feeling. It was as if my pocket was filled with water, and I was rolling the lighter around in my hand underwater. I pulled my hand out with the lighter in it, and found both to be dry. However, even outside of my pocket, when I rolled the lighter around in my hand, it distinctly felt like my hand was submerged in water. Strange, but not unpleasant in the least.
We decided to head towards a location highly recommended to us by friends who had tripped there before -- a shoe store of all places. As it turned out, this store, called "Shoebaloo", turned out to be the most intense place we visited while staying in the city. The entire store is in the shape of a tunnel, and it's made entirely out of glass and neon lights. Think of the crazy death chamber in the first Resident Evil movie, mixed with a little satanic Dr Seuss for good measure. The whole place was glowing yellow when we arrived. Here are a few pics from Google of this mindfuck of a store:
As it turned out, this place was not only a shoe store, but both a psychedelic Mecca and entertainment post. There were a wide variety of people on drugs "experiencing" the store, and a wide variety of people there just to watch the people on drugs' reaction. By the time we got there, any minor sensory input was blasted at us tenfold, so even trying to walk inside Shoebaloo was a challenge. I only made it about 15 feet inside before I got completely overwhelmed and had to dart out. Very cool to look at from a distance, but goddamn overpowering when I walked inside. (I realize now that I haven't included any recent times...this is because at this point, I have no idea what time it is...hours could have gone by, or only minutes). We get a call and decide to meet up with a few sober friends of ours at a local bar in the city center. However, on the way there, one of the two guys I was with began to indicate he was in a bit of trouble, trip wise. He kept stopping, panicking, and telling us that everyone's face looked like a monster. He was visibly shaking, and saying he needed to leave ASAP. We didn't know where to go, but he was already in the process of running off. He called out to us that he was heading back to the hostel to try and collect himself. We let him go (yeah, great friends we are) and continued on to the bar. We somehow managed to find our way there and our sober friends, and sat down at a large table with them. By now, I had lost all touch with reality. I couldn't have told you where I was, what month of the year it was, etc. I was just going with the flow, and getting carried up in the sheer amazingness of the sensory input getting blasted at me. However, every single thing I looked at (people's face in particular) looked like the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The girls there looked gorgeous, and the guys I was with (no homo) all looked like models.EVERYONE's eyes shown brilliantly. Here's a picture taken of me at the bar table:
One of my housemates handed me a glass of water, and challenged me to drink it. It was extremely difficult; I had a very hard time grasping it, and its icy coldness chilled my whole body when I barely even touched it. Eventually I managed to bring it to my lips and took a sip. It felt like Antarctica sliding down my throat. Absolutely fucking unreal. After that experience, my attention was drawn to a candle in the middle of the table (pictured above) - specifically the vase surrounding the candle. It was made of a red glass, with the texture of a human brain or coral. It was warm to the touch, but not hot, and I found myself caressing it and rubbing my hand all over it. Every time I pulled my hand away, it felt like my hand was covered in warm wax. It obviously wasn't, as I was only touching the glass, but the feeling persisted and got even more intense. I would touch the glass vase, then rub my hand on my chest or neck, and it would feel as if my whole body was covered in warm wax. Verrry strange. We all left at some point, and that's when the experience reached its highest intensity. I had no control over anything. I followed the group blindly. People would pass by me on the street, and it appeared as if they were moving towards me either in super-slow motion, or at the speed of light. Some people appeared to be shooting forward, then stopping, then shooting forward again. I was bombarded by lights, sounds, smells, etc all around me. I felt like every single person on the street was staring at me. I realized I was slipping down a dangerous slope, and, not wanting to end up like our friend, I informed the group that I needed to sit down somewhere to get back in the right mindset again. I was informed by one of the sober kids that eating something (it was past dark by then, and I hadn't eaten since McDonalds for breakfast) would slow down the intensity of the trip. I remembered hearing that sugar also helped. It was suggested that I walk across the street (20 feet) to another McDonalds , to try and get some food and a Coke. However, I was so overwhelmed by the whole situation, I physically couldn't walk across the street to go inside the McDonalds . All I could do was stand there on the curb trying to figure out what in the Christ was going on around me. Eventually I received some help from one of the sober girls, got some food in me, and the trip slowed down greatly. I smoked some herb, cooled off for a bit, and enjoyed the rest of the night.
*sidenote* as it turned out, our friend who went back to the hostel had, according to him, the scariest and most horrifying experience of his life. He said it was straight out of Fear and Loathing - everything he saw was a monster, and he was scared shitless. Apparently he spent hours huddling in the corner of the hostel waiting for us to get back. Crazy shit.
Enjoy...Dose: ~25 grams, fresh Colombian mushrooms
Body weight: 150lbs
Food consumed prior: 1 Chicken Nugget meal (they actually charge extra for ketchup at McDonalds in Amsterdam...what the fuck??)
3:00pm: Most smartshops in Amsterdam sell refrigerated packages of varying strains of fresh mushrooms, usually containing approximately thirty grams (just over an ounce) each. As it was my first time trying mushrooms, I didn't want to opt for the highest potency (Hawaiian or Thai, I believe). However, my three housemates were already experienced with mushrooms, and thus didn't want a weak strain. We compromised with Colombian mushrooms, which were just below the overall potency levels of Hawaiian and Thai mushrooms. Here is a picture of what the package and mushrooms looked like:
Since none of us had consumed fresh mushrooms before, we spoke at some length with the proprietor of the smartshop. He indicated that one package would be sufficient for two people, but that more could be consumed if desired. We decided to split three boxes between the four of us, allowing for about 23 grams per person. As I recall, they were quite cheap (I believe a package cost the equivalent of about $20-25USD ). As it was rainy and fairly chilly outside, we trekked back to our hostel to eat them and to relax until they started to come on. By 3:30pm, we had scarfed down all of our mushrooms. They were actually almost tasty. They had a flavor like very bland fresh vegetables, and were nice and crunchy. One of my housemates wanted to eat a little less, and to leave and walk around on his own rather than staying with the group. I ate his leftovers (another several grams), and he left to do his own thing. We didn't end up seeing him until the next day...but that's a different story.
Strangely, we all had to shit at the same time. By 4:00pm, we had each spent some quality time in our hostel's bathroom (which was nice and clean, thank christ ). I'm not sure if that was a result of the mushrooms or just a strange coincidence. Regardless, by 4:00 we were all back in our hostel room, chilling and watching TV. The first thing we noticed, humorously, was Tyra Banks on TV. Next Top Model was one of the VERY few English TV channels they had there, so we were watching that to pass the time. We all began to laugh hysterically...there was something about her face that made all of us crack up. One of my housemates made a comment that she looked like a dinosaur to him, and we were all in tears from laughing. As we stared, her glaring face would slowly and subtly begin to shift and warp back and forth. At this point I was experiencing a definite weed-like giddiness and was prone to stupid laughing fits, with only minor (Tyra's face) visual effects. However, by about 4:15, I was getting constant color warpings, stretchings, and noticed still objects moving around beyond their borders. We all decided it was time to leave base and do some walking around the city. Something to note when it comes to buildings in Amsterdam...they're all very tall, and EXTREMELY narrow. This means that nearly all staircases in the city are ridiculously steep. Steps might be 18" or taller, and not even big enough to put your whole foot on. As I descended the steps from our room to the main hostel lobby (we were on the 3rd floor), I felt my legs stretch out below me every step I took. It felt like I was Inspector Gadget, with my limbs stretching out as I climbed down from step to step. By the time we got outside, the weather had taken a turn for the worse. It was quite chilly and rainy, but I was in fantastic spirits and I hardly even noticed the cold. We walked at a decent pace from our hostel towards the city center, where we hoped to spend the rest of the late afternoon. Walking felt amazing. The limb-stretching-out effect happened with every step; it felt as if I was clearing 10-12 feet per stride. Colors blurred all around me. The three of us passed by a botanist selling a massive range of flowers at a covered outdoor kiosk, and we were all frozen in our tracks. The beauty of the amalgamation of colors, scents, etc was unreal. We stood there admiring, basking in, and smelling the flowers until we realized that we were drawing attention to ourselves. We managed to pull ourselves away and kept walking. I lit a cigarette, and, as is often the case with me when I'm under the influence, it tasted fantastic. I remember rolling the lighter around in my hand in my pocket, and getting watery feeling. It was as if my pocket was filled with water, and I was rolling the lighter around in my hand underwater. I pulled my hand out with the lighter in it, and found both to be dry. However, even outside of my pocket, when I rolled the lighter around in my hand, it distinctly felt like my hand was submerged in water. Strange, but not unpleasant in the least.
We decided to head towards a location highly recommended to us by friends who had tripped there before -- a shoe store of all places. As it turned out, this store, called "Shoebaloo", turned out to be the most intense place we visited while staying in the city. The entire store is in the shape of a tunnel, and it's made entirely out of glass and neon lights. Think of the crazy death chamber in the first Resident Evil movie, mixed with a little satanic Dr Seuss for good measure. The whole place was glowing yellow when we arrived. Here are a few pics from Google of this mindfuck of a store:
As it turned out, this place was not only a shoe store, but both a psychedelic Mecca and entertainment post. There were a wide variety of people on drugs "experiencing" the store, and a wide variety of people there just to watch the people on drugs' reaction. By the time we got there, any minor sensory input was blasted at us tenfold, so even trying to walk inside Shoebaloo was a challenge. I only made it about 15 feet inside before I got completely overwhelmed and had to dart out. Very cool to look at from a distance, but goddamn overpowering when I walked inside. (I realize now that I haven't included any recent times...this is because at this point, I have no idea what time it is...hours could have gone by, or only minutes). We get a call and decide to meet up with a few sober friends of ours at a local bar in the city center. However, on the way there, one of the two guys I was with began to indicate he was in a bit of trouble, trip wise. He kept stopping, panicking, and telling us that everyone's face looked like a monster. He was visibly shaking, and saying he needed to leave ASAP. We didn't know where to go, but he was already in the process of running off. He called out to us that he was heading back to the hostel to try and collect himself. We let him go (yeah, great friends we are) and continued on to the bar. We somehow managed to find our way there and our sober friends, and sat down at a large table with them. By now, I had lost all touch with reality. I couldn't have told you where I was, what month of the year it was, etc. I was just going with the flow, and getting carried up in the sheer amazingness of the sensory input getting blasted at me. However, every single thing I looked at (people's face in particular) looked like the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The girls there looked gorgeous, and the guys I was with (no homo) all looked like models.EVERYONE's eyes shown brilliantly. Here's a picture taken of me at the bar table:
One of my housemates handed me a glass of water, and challenged me to drink it. It was extremely difficult; I had a very hard time grasping it, and its icy coldness chilled my whole body when I barely even touched it. Eventually I managed to bring it to my lips and took a sip. It felt like Antarctica sliding down my throat. Absolutely fucking unreal. After that experience, my attention was drawn to a candle in the middle of the table (pictured above) - specifically the vase surrounding the candle. It was made of a red glass, with the texture of a human brain or coral. It was warm to the touch, but not hot, and I found myself caressing it and rubbing my hand all over it. Every time I pulled my hand away, it felt like my hand was covered in warm wax. It obviously wasn't, as I was only touching the glass, but the feeling persisted and got even more intense. I would touch the glass vase, then rub my hand on my chest or neck, and it would feel as if my whole body was covered in warm wax. Verrry strange. We all left at some point, and that's when the experience reached its highest intensity. I had no control over anything. I followed the group blindly. People would pass by me on the street, and it appeared as if they were moving towards me either in super-slow motion, or at the speed of light. Some people appeared to be shooting forward, then stopping, then shooting forward again. I was bombarded by lights, sounds, smells, etc all around me. I felt like every single person on the street was staring at me. I realized I was slipping down a dangerous slope, and, not wanting to end up like our friend, I informed the group that I needed to sit down somewhere to get back in the right mindset again. I was informed by one of the sober kids that eating something (it was past dark by then, and I hadn't eaten since McDonalds for breakfast) would slow down the intensity of the trip. I remembered hearing that sugar also helped. It was suggested that I walk across the street (20 feet) to another McDonalds , to try and get some food and a Coke. However, I was so overwhelmed by the whole situation, I physically couldn't walk across the street to go inside the McDonalds . All I could do was stand there on the curb trying to figure out what in the Christ was going on around me. Eventually I received some help from one of the sober girls, got some food in me, and the trip slowed down greatly. I smoked some herb, cooled off for a bit, and enjoyed the rest of the night.
*sidenote* as it turned out, our friend who went back to the hostel had, according to him, the scariest and most horrifying experience of his life. He said it was straight out of Fear and Loathing - everything he saw was a monster, and he was scared shitless. Apparently he spent hours huddling in the corner of the hostel waiting for us to get back. Crazy shit.
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