I was1st year in uni about 5 years ago now and the "mushy" season came about so taking full advantage of the fact that I was sharing my own flat with other "students" and not living at home I spent that entire year statisfying my ravanous appetite for mind altering substances.. I had picked approx 300 liberty caps the previous weekend and it was to be my 2nd trip that season. The first had involved some friends of one of my flat mates [Mike and Ollie] who I had never met before calling around each with their respective stash of freshly picked fungi. Bob my bi-polar flatmate also had a bag of dried MM's. All went into our only decent sized saucepan with some water and 2 tea bags for flavour. We boiled it and everyone had a cup or two of the concontion. More MM's were produced by Mike who was a somewhat brash individual and again we consumed natures goodness. Splifs were rolled and passed around while we waited for the majic to begin....and boy did it come on fast...The entire room was alive the indoor arial on the ancient B&W TV [that was rarely switched onincidently... My other flatmate, Mervs Vision decks, mixer and vinyl formed the soundtrack to our trancendial experiences] was twisting and writhing like a cobra being charmed by some egyptian magi....I picked up a battered old sony walkman and the headphones were alive like a basket of snakes in my hand.....I begin rolling a joint as I can no longer look at any one else or around the room and the tobacco is alive the joint takes on an oblong shape and my hands look like the hands of a hobbit...small stubby claws...at one stage I lit a joint and my hand was transparent so I could see the flame through my hand..Mike is kneeling at the toilet bowl spewing and laughing simultaneously.... I go to the kitchen to brew more magic tea and in my deluded state I think that the fridge had been pushedin towards the wall so I pull it out into the centre of the room....the handle of the pan seems really long and I pick it up almost dropping it as in reality I'm barely holding it by the end of the handle...I see a vision of Ollie who I have begun to mistrust sitting on the sink legs crossed sneering... I realise that being Monday evening tha landlord may call to collect the rent. Then I realise I need to pull myself together and take control of this trip. So I strain the remaining liquid from the mushroom pulp that remains and drink it noticing the tiny maggots that were in the shrooms that we have been consuming also...but hell the maggots are full of psycilocybin and one can only wonder what there existance must be like being so small and blind and yet completely intoxicated on a colossal dosage per lb of this potent hallucinogenic... When I go back into the room I go off on a rant about what a great trip I'm on and I become the dominant personality in the group...I roll another joint and we head off to visit a number of bars...Tripped out freaks oblivious to our own dementia... Getting back to the second big trip of that season...I decided to eat the magical fungi on this occasion so in order to gain the maximum impact I ate 300 fresh mushrooms [well I chewed them up and flushed them down with cheap larger to be accurate] on an empty stomach after lectures on a wednesday evening. I cracked open another can of Hoffmans Ironically and puffed on a nice strong reefer while I waited for my friends to arrive. Soon they had all arrived and I felt like crap...I was really drowsy barely able to keep my eyes open and breathing soooo heavy...The guys thought this was hillarious and Made comments like "Jeez you look phucked" I puffed each joint that was passed to me and after a while I snapped out of the subduded state I was in and the trip became absolutely perfect. We headed off the the nearest club which was only 500yds down the dodgiest street in the city...We chilled out in the club and the whole night seemed like 5 mins perhaps...When we got back to the flat the ambience created by the long tied dyed sheet hanging over the door, the candles I lit and the aroma of fresh hashish made me feel that I was in a tent in a mystical arabian desert. One of Bobs abstract paintings on the wall took on a whol new life and became a living crimson sea with lapping waves..The curtains breathed as did tha door and those little red and green lights were every where as if they were the true components of the entire universe....Eventually most of the group crashed and only my longtime druggy buddy Mike and I remained in that chilled out relaxed part at the end of the trip..We went on a mission to the 24hr petrol station for Rizzla and munchies and then strolled back to the flat where we veg'd out watching MTV in black and white until we finally crashed..