I thought of all my experiences with entheogens this one should be first because it is completly different to most other peoples experiences on Fly Agaric that I have come accross before. I bought 6 dried caps (about 5 or 6 inches across) plus some other pieces from an online source. After reading of other peoples dosages at the Erowide Vaults I decided to devide them up into 3 hits of 2 caps each. The first time I ate the two caps I ate them dried and washed them down with tea. The taste was different to any other mushrooms Ive tasted before but not unpleasant. I experienced a slight distortion to my vision but that was all. I waited a week and took the next two caps. This time I made burgers and mixed the chopped mushrooms into them. Again all I experienced was a slight bluring of vision. I waited another week and decided with the last two caps I would meditate while under the effect to see what happens. Again I cooked them into burgers and ate them but found this time I did not like the taste. The burgers were difficult to eat but I forced them down. About an hour later after a short period meditating and finding the same mild effect I suddenly decided to go to sleep. This was unussual as it was only 9.00 pm but I still went up. It was as I slept that the real shit hit the fan. I first found myself being shown the nature of the universe through the medium of pain. I was shown many different universes wher pain played a greater roll than in our own. As I was shown each the pain became more intense until at some pointI felt as if I had passed out from it. After some time I seemed to gather myself again and found that the pain was dropping. Sometime after this I have a brief memory of sitting in my living room naked and trying to put a sock on but was unable to do so. This was my only concious memory of the whole experience. I then found myself in a prison that had marble walls, a grass floor and a roof open to a cloudy but blue sky. At one end of this prison, which was roughly the size of a tennis court, was a set of grass covered steps that led up to the exit. Standing at the top of the steps were two guards armed with guns. There was another inmate with me. He wore a toga and had long grey hair. He reminded me of maybe a Greek philosoper. I went to him and explained that we must escape from here but he had already given up. He explained to me that it was impossible to get out and then sat down in a state of depression. I resolved to get out on my own and looking round found windows and holes in the marble walls but whenever I aproached a hole an armed guard would appear and warn me off. I tried reasoning with the guards, sneaking past them, offered bribes but always my escape plans were foiled. In the end I became depressed and was about to give up as well when I heard distant gunfire. Over the next few minutes the gunfire got closer until eventualy it was close and the guards at the top of the grassy steps were gunned down. looking up out of the prison I saw a group of armed men looking down at me all with a knowing smile on their faces. Somehow I knew these people were my ancestors and they had come to save me. The knowing smiles they gave me said it all; "That was a stupid thing you did" I woke up with sunlight streaming through the window and that reborn feeling you quite often get with hallucinogens. My vision was quite blurry, with mild hallucinations and patterns forming. I realised something was wrong immediatly though because I was not in my bed. I had gone to sleep in my room but woke up in the spare room but apart from the briefest memory of trying to put the sock on I do not remember waking at all. I tried to move and found I was in pain. I got out of bed and checked myself over. I had a huge bump on my head the size of a golf ball, I could not move two of my fingers on my right hand, my thigh muscles burned as if I had been on a kick bag for hours, I had no skin left on either leg from my knees to have way down my shins and I had various other cuts, bumps and bruises all over my body! I went and checked the house. There was a trail of wet washing left up the stairs. My PC at first would not work but after a while got it going again. My living room was a wreck with two broken tables and various cups and plates smashed about the room. The kitchen was the same. Quite obviously while I was going through my experiences asleep my body had decided to go and do other things while I was gone. It was similar to the complete divorce of being in a K-hole but instead of laying still as you do under the tranquilizing effects of ketamine I was instead animated to the extream. One other unusual effect I have noticed since then that is worth mentioning is that I now detest the taste of mushrooms. Before this event it had never bothered me but with this experience not only did I detest the taste of Fly Agaric I now also detest the taste of Psylobin mushrooms! This experience has obviously left me with some deep rooted psycological effects if I now have a problem with a completly unrelated mushroom. I'm not a person who advocates having a sitter with hallucinogenics as I feel this quite often leads to an unessesary fear but if I ever take Fly Agaric again it will only be in the presence of a sitter. Either that or I will chain myself to a radiator or some other similar fixed object.