1.5g Bluey Vuitton: Ego Dissolution & Finding Self

My mate tried 1g of these before, but their strength was unclear as he smoked after and got into thought loops. So we were wondeirng whether we should do 1.5 or 2 gs, and thank god we went for 1.5 cos we were starting to feel them quite a bit just 30 mins after lemon tekking them. We decided to go on a nature walk and, already, I was tripping much more than I thought I would be on 1.5. The start of the walk was really nice, it was a beautiful day. The only issue was that we have taken this same walk millions of times before, and didn't have an exact plan of what to do or where to go. It might be worth saying that we had decided to do the trip very spontaneously. Usually, we would plan it out for a time we were both free all day, but we had a free meal at one of my housemate's pub later and just thought we'd have come down by the time we were there. So we were on this walk and decide to sit in the grass overlooking the park and carriageway, and my mate said he was seeing crazy geometric patterns in the sky, meanwhile I was staring at close eyed visuals of multiple clowns repeating the same movement of revealing a ball from underneath a cup and covering it again (weird ik). After sitting there for a while, the sun had slowly started to hide behind the clouds- betwen being cold and almost feeling jittery, I wanted to continue the walk. We managed to get stuck in this loop between wanting to sit down and wanting to explore, at this point, my body felt like it weighed a tonne and I kept thinking about just wrapping myself in a blanket and laying down. My mate was very introspective of how the world works, how everything was built and how massively intricate it has become. Eventually, we decided to walk back as it looked like the sun wasn't coming back for a while. At this point, our ego started to dissolve almost suddenly. I didn't feel like myself and had completely forgotten how I perceived myself. I felt like a stranger observing my own life when we got back to my house. One of my other housemates called me into the kitchen and I felt like I had to put on my 'persona', as if I was trying to deceive him into thinking it was me. He asked me to get this memory stick for him, I had been meaning to clear the files on it before he got it so me and my mate went upstairs to my room to sort this out. But as soon as we got in that room, it felt like we were peeking, I had lost my identity. I knew my name and all that stuff but I just felt like I had lost myself, and started to worry that it would be permanent- which was strange I was thinking that as the one thing I tell myself if the trip doesnt go the way I hope is that it will be over soon. I plugged the memory stick in and checked the files on it to move off. It almost felt perfect for the moment in grounding myself when old pictures of me and my brothers popped up from a camping trip we went on when we were little. That made me feel like more myself. I eventually gave up on trying to move the files over as I kept getting distracted/forgot how to function. My mate told me I could just sort it later so I just laid on the bed wrapped in my blanket and we sat there silent for a little bit as the come down kicked in. Two of my housemates knocked on the door, we both looked at each other and agreed that we had to go back to our lives at some point, I almost felt a wave of warmth as I opened the door and one of them was giggling at my shroom eyes. I had that feeling of closeness and connectivity with them as I feel like they helped bring be back, even though they weren't doing anything- just being themselves. For that whole pub meal, we were staring off into the diatance or just semi present, but at least we were going through that together. The spliff we had at the end of this day was much needed...

A spontaneous 1.5g dose of Bluey Vuitton mushrooms during a nature walk led to a profound ego dissolution experience. The user felt like a stranger observing their own life, forgetting their sense of self, and struggled to ground themselves with old photos. The presence of housemates, even in a semi-present state during a pub meal, helped facilitate a gradual return to self and a sense of connection.