"In low doses, nutmeg produces no noticeable physiological or neurological response."
In high doses however (say, 2-3 tablespoons), nutmeg will tear a hole through your mind leading to the darkest, most sinister dimension imaginable.
I found out about it when looking on Erowid.com, what I was up to on there I don't know. It seemed perfect - I had a shit load of it on the spice rack and tonnes around a friends house (who regularly buys bulk amounts of wholefood) - his nutmeg was still in "nut" form however, and hadn't been powderised.
I went to his after college and ate about 3, cycled back to mine and made a nutmeg powder brew in a cafetiere - about 2 table spoons, thinking those 3 nuts only comprised of about half a tablespoon. More like 4... But I didn't know that... I thought I was still in the recommended dosage.
"Nutmeg contains Myristicin, a weak monoamine oxidase inhibitor. Myristicin poisoning can induce convulsions, palpitations, nausea, eventual dehydration, and generalized body pain. It is also reputed to be a strong deliriant."
I didn't feel the effects at all that evening and went to bed feeling bitter about the whole experience, thinking I must've boiled away the Myristicin (the psychoactive bit) while brewing it.
It all seemed like a good nights sleep until I was woken by a mad urge for water. As I came round from the sleep, my dreams were still sort of, happening. They were about the Olympics - it was like sprinters running towards me, with the run-faster-lines of their clothes trailing behind them and wrapping around me. They acted like a pythons grip and made it hard for me to move. I fell out of my bed and tried to stand up straight but the grip was too tight - the blood went to my head and I fell to my knees.
To walk I had to literally hunch and crouch to stop myself from passing out. The visuals were at their plateau by now. I had trouble drinking, my mouth and throat were so dry I couldn't make the water go down. I stumbled back into my room and started to get dressed - it took about half an hour and when I saw myself in the mirror I realised I hadn't actually gotten dressed and that I was still sitting on the corner of my bed. The sprinters were still coming at me and the lines were still gripping.
I ended up not bothering to do anything just out of the sheer exhaustion it caused so I slumped back over my bed and let the rest of the dream take hold instead of avoiding it. When it did, the vice like grip faded and I was freed up - this is when I fell asleep again, waking up around 2pm the next day.
"experiences usually last well over 24 hours and sometimes in excess of 48 hours, making recreational use rather impractical."
The next day was like the ultimate hangover - fever symptoms, light headedness and complete regret for the night before. Still, here's a similar visual experience:
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