It turns out I am highly sensitive to psilocybe shrooms, these days if I were to trip I would take about a 1/4 of an eighth and be pretty out there. But my first trip I took a full 1/8. The last conscious thing I remember before starting my ego loss/death phase was looking at my friend smoking weed and trying to tell him I couldn't smoke because I was too high and him blowing smoke in my face. I turned away and lost visual contact. Long story short, when I experienced ego death there were periods of complete black out, then kind of like waking up, but so many visual hallucinations I didn't recognize anything. Usually I was just kind of being, observing, as if all that had ever existed was that exact moment. Black out again, wake up again, keep being.
Every now and then I would get into a panic because I would think "I'm supposed to recognize this stuff.... I? What am I?" And I would try to seperate myself from the environment but black out again. Eventually I figured out that if instead of trying to figure anything out, I could just let it be, and I felt great. I really didn't remember or recognize anything I would see, not even friends whom I'd known for years. Sometimes I would get a stinging feeling like I should recognize and be able to understand them speak, and that is what was freaking me out.
If I were to attempt an ego loss trip again, which I won't for a very long time, if ever, I would do it with minimal outside influence of things that could remind me of real life. A sober sitter or two would be there, but I wouldn't want to see or hear them. Anything that would remind me of my real life would brain fuck me and send me into a panic to try to remember and make sense of it. I felt heaven and hell that night, bouncing back and forth between them in mere seconds that seemed like lifetimes.
Kind of an all over the place post, but it is hard to describe. Any questions though I would be glad to try to answer.