JBrandon
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( DOC/1.5mgs) – Beginner - Don’t take this shit and then go to work (Warning: TL;DR)
Now that this substance is making the rounds in a big way, I thought I would share an interesting experience I had with it – in fact, my first experience with DOC.
I had read trip reports and I thought I had an idea of what I was about to get into. I expected a psychedelic experience with a strong amphetamine push. I was hoping for something like LSD and MDMA, not LSD and speed. What I ultimately got was a little bit of both worlds.
I work nights in a hospital doing something which is part patient care and part technical work. I had read anecdotal reports which implied that the lower doses of DOC had more amphetamine-character than psychedelic. I had also taken 0.5mg on a previous date as a test and noticed nothing beyond a little stimulation and an alert or two that could have been placebo. I figured I would try a little bit more DOC and see if it could make the night go by a little more enjoyably, and the stimulation would be an added benefit, keeping me awake.
+0.00 (5:00 P.M.)
I took 0.5mg and went to go take a shit and shower before work.
+1.00 (6:00 P.M.)
I took another 0.5mg, intending to stop here. After about a half hour, I had an alert and noticed that the red blinking LED on my phone was catching my attention more than usual. I chalked this up to placebo.
+2.00 (7:00 P.M.)
Here is where I made my fatal mistake. As I was heading out the door to the hospital, I looked at my liquid solution of DOC and my pipettes. For no damn reason, I measured out another 0.5mg, squirted it into my mouth, washed it down with a Diet Coke, and headed off on my way.
+3:00 (8:00 P.M.)
Now 99% of the time, I work alone. I sit in a little office where I am completely private and no one checks up on me. After I get my patients set up, I usually spend the next 8 hours jerking off, watching Netflix, staring at the wall and spinning in my chair, or sleeping on the floor. Once in a blue moon I have to go take care of something.
However, this time some additional patients had been scheduled at the last second, and I had a coworker, Ralph. Ralph is 45 years old and, while nice enough, a total fucking weirdo. This was the first bad omen of the night to come.
+3:30 (8:30 P.M.)
I still wasn’t feeling any effects of the drug at this point. Ralph and I wandered down to the E.R. to pick up our patients. I would say this was the last part of the night where I can recollect anything with any true clarity.
As we made the long walk from the E.R. to the patients' rooms, I noticed the lights in the hallways began to look a little strange. Then I noticed that I was beginning to feel a bit of a tingle in my legs and a familiar lightness to my step. Yes! Here we go!
Within the span of fifteen minutes, I went from feeling maybe 10% off baseline to feeling like I had just eaten about five Adderalls, 2 or 3 tabs of LSD, and 300mg of MDMA. I felt like I was full-blown candy-flipping. I remember very clearly thinking at this point - “I would not mind at all if someone sold me this on blotter and told me it was LSD”.
I began sweating profusely and I felt like every orifice of my body (every single one) was leaking some kind of fluid. I felt amazing, but about 500% more fucked up than I had anticipated. I somehow managed to get my patients into their bedrooms and then I sprinted to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
I was a sweaty mess - I was clearly grinding my teeth, and my pupils were the size of dinner plates. I felt like every touch was orgasmic. I rubbed the back of my neck while staring in the mirror and it felt about on-par with a blowjob. Suddenly I realized I was at work and I felt like I’d been in the bathroom for over an hour. I looked at my watch in a panic. I’d been in there for less than two minutes.
I tried to center myself. The important thing was that I just get my patients taken care of. I wandered into their rooms and began to explain the paperwork that they had to fill out.
Here an interesting thing occurred. It was as if I had multiple personality disorder, only the conscious part of my mind was not the dominant personality. I could hear myself very calmly and clearly explaining the forms that needed to be filled out to the patients, but that’s not what I was thinking about. Instead, my thoughts went something like “ohholyfuck look at all those neon wires whoooooaaaaaaaaa this TV commercial looks amazing I wonder what jacking off right now would feel like ZOMG”, only at about 3000mph. Everything felt, looked, and smelled electric.
One of my patients got up to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone in their room. I immediately ran to the giant panoramic window and began to roll my body back and forth across the cold glass. I was pressing my face against the glass with my arms above my head. Then I lifted up my shirt and continued rolling across the glass. Orgasmic. After what seemed like 3 hours of this, I became aware that my patient was re-entering the room. Try to act normal! I looked at my watch. They’d been gone less than five minutes.
+4:30 (9:30 P.M.)
I got my patient seated into a chair and began setting up the EEG. I had laid out the wires for this across the bed he was going to sleep in. The soft comforter felt amazing when my hands grazed across it. It took every ounce of willpower to not leap onto the bed, take off all my clothes, and roll around. For some reason, thinking about doing this gave me an erection. This was the first of many to come.
The wires that I use are color coded and neon. Each wire seemed to be fluorescent and filled with electricity. Every time I picked one up, I had to twirl it in the air like a jump rope - I did not have a choice. While I was doing this, I noticed that the recliner in the room appeared to be subtly rocking back and forth by itself. For some reason this disturbed me greatly, so I made an effort to not look at it for the rest of the night.
Somehow I managed to get both of my patients wired up. To this day I have no clue how I got through this. Every five minutes my brain would reset and I’d forget what I was doing or saying – like an original Nintendo when it would flash the purple screen and restart your game. The stress levels I reached were unbelievable – this was not a happy work enhancer!
+6:30 (11:30 P.M.)
Having completed my patient set up, I returned to my office. Ralph was already done with his patients and was sitting there with his laptop out. He asked me if I felt okay and I responded that my allergies were acting up and I had eaten three Benadryl. He seemed to buy the excuse, and then launched into a long rambling story (much like this post) about his kid’s soccer league. I caught maybe 1% of this as I couldn't stop staring at the computer screen. The readouts of my patients’ vitals and brainwaves look like little sine waves normally. This night they were electric little jump-ropes, blurring about the screen.
I decided it was time for a psychedelic shit. I headed to the bathroom, plopped my ass down, and shot what felt like a Super Rope candy out of my ass into the bowl. Feeling much better, I went to wipe. THERE WAS NOTHING ON THE TOILET PAPER. This thought affected my mind as if I had experienced some deep ++++ breathrough. I stared at that square for what seemed like an eternity. How can this be?
I looked down into the bowl. There was nothing there. Not even a small rabbit-sized turd. My mind was officially blown. I had definitely felt something solid come out. It was also extremely hot in the bathroom and I felt that the sweatier and hotter I became, the more intense my trip was getting. I frantically wiped and went to wash my hands.
I wasn’t aware that I was smiling, but my face in the mirror above the sink resembled the Cheshire cat, only it seemed to me that my smile kept getting wider and wider and wider without end. I got the fuck out of there and went back to my office.
I had probably been sitting in the office for all of five minutes when suddenly I became aware of a horrifying sound. Ralph was blasting the Kidz Bop version of “Evacuate the Dancefloor” at what seemed to be a deafening volume. He began explaining to me that “the beats are good”. Now if this had happened on 4-AcO-DMT, I probably would have started dancing around the office and laughing. Instead, I felt like someone had shoved a pinecone up my asshole. I could not imagine worse torture than continuing to listen to this shit.
I had to get the fuck out of there, and ASAP. I said I was going to McDonald's to get some food and I’d be back soon. As soon as I walked outside I felt like I was in a neon candy-land. The visuals were not as powerful or pervasive as psilocin and its analogs, but more like a powerful T. bridgesii trip I once had. Color enhancement everywhere! I suddenly realized I was in no shape to drive and I couldn’t very well walk to the McDonald's. So I went and sat in my car in the parking lot and turned on the radio.
Surprisingly all the music I put on sounded terrible to me. Everything was irritating. I preferred to sit in the car silently, which was approximately 800 degrees, and just touch myself all over my sweaty body.
I was experiencing an insane body load. I felt like every sensation was orgasmic with this electric underpinning to it, yet at the same time I felt like my back had been run over by a farming combine and my calves were cramped as though I’d run a marathon. Every couple of seconds I would feel as if my truck was on and moving forward, and I would freak out. Then I would realize I hadn’t turned the engine on. I’d feel fine, and then repeat the experience 5 seconds later. I wouldn’t have attempted driving, but I didn’t feel comfortable being in the front seat.
So, I jumped into the backseat of my truck and began furiously pounding off. I was completely unaware of my setting during this. Anyone could have walked by, there could have been a security camera on me – it didn’t matter. I was horny in a way I cannot articulate. I was abusing myself with a perverse level of force, but it felt amazing. The orgasm was a bit of a letdown, and immediately after it occurred, I panicked – I had remembered I was at work again and I had doubtlessly been jerking off for hours. I checked my watch. I’d been gone a half hour.
+7:30 (12:30 A.M.)
I returned to the office and suddenly I felt a million times more clearheaded. No longer was I having the relentlessly racing LSD-like thoughts, nor did I feel like I wanted to lay in a sweaty cuddle-puddle for the rest of eternity. However, I still was experiencing an incredible horniness and body load.
I checked in on everything and said I had to go to the bathroom. I wandered the hospital floor until I found an empty conference room. Here I laid on the floor and began stretching out, which seemed to provide some relief for my back and legs. However, any motion of my legs caused tremendous sensation in my genitals, and I wound up jerking off in the women’s bathroom at least three times.
I spent the next two hours in a horny frenzy. I would look up pornography on my cell phone, and then go jerk off in a random bathroom. Ralph was too busy playing some kind of puzzle game on his computer to really pay attention to me, thank god.
+10:00 (3:00 A.M.)
Suddenly with the same force that the drug had steamrolled over me, it left my body. I was exhausted. My body ached as if I had been run over by a truck; my head was somewhat clear, but I felt like I hadn’t slept in weeks. I spent the rest of the night in and out of sleep, laying on the floor. I was too tired to care if Ralph ratted me out.
In the morning after I clocked out, I had to go sleep in my truck for a few hours before I could even attempt the drive home - I was so tired I was scared I would fall asleep at the wheel.
All in all it was an interesting experience, but very shallow and somewhat negative. I learned nothing and experienced no form of insight. I felt very hungover the next day and unlike mushrooms, LSD, cacti, or even the 2C-x compounds, I found my thought processes to be very negative for the next several days. I had no positive afterglow, and the experience was hedonistic and selfish throughout. There was nothing life-affirming to it and I never felt that beautiful feeling of contentedness and connectedness that other psychs bring me. At the same time, my thoughts were too frenetic and frenzied for any kind of analysis like 2C-E often brings.
Much of this can be laid at the feet of my terrible choice of setting, and I will explore the drug again at different doses under different circumstances.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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Now that this substance is making the rounds in a big way, I thought I would share an interesting experience I had with it – in fact, my first experience with DOC.
I had read trip reports and I thought I had an idea of what I was about to get into. I expected a psychedelic experience with a strong amphetamine push. I was hoping for something like LSD and MDMA, not LSD and speed. What I ultimately got was a little bit of both worlds.
I work nights in a hospital doing something which is part patient care and part technical work. I had read anecdotal reports which implied that the lower doses of DOC had more amphetamine-character than psychedelic. I had also taken 0.5mg on a previous date as a test and noticed nothing beyond a little stimulation and an alert or two that could have been placebo. I figured I would try a little bit more DOC and see if it could make the night go by a little more enjoyably, and the stimulation would be an added benefit, keeping me awake.
+0.00 (5:00 P.M.)
I took 0.5mg and went to go take a shit and shower before work.
+1.00 (6:00 P.M.)
I took another 0.5mg, intending to stop here. After about a half hour, I had an alert and noticed that the red blinking LED on my phone was catching my attention more than usual. I chalked this up to placebo.
+2.00 (7:00 P.M.)
Here is where I made my fatal mistake. As I was heading out the door to the hospital, I looked at my liquid solution of DOC and my pipettes. For no damn reason, I measured out another 0.5mg, squirted it into my mouth, washed it down with a Diet Coke, and headed off on my way.
+3:00 (8:00 P.M.)
Now 99% of the time, I work alone. I sit in a little office where I am completely private and no one checks up on me. After I get my patients set up, I usually spend the next 8 hours jerking off, watching Netflix, staring at the wall and spinning in my chair, or sleeping on the floor. Once in a blue moon I have to go take care of something.
However, this time some additional patients had been scheduled at the last second, and I had a coworker, Ralph. Ralph is 45 years old and, while nice enough, a total fucking weirdo. This was the first bad omen of the night to come.
+3:30 (8:30 P.M.)
I still wasn’t feeling any effects of the drug at this point. Ralph and I wandered down to the E.R. to pick up our patients. I would say this was the last part of the night where I can recollect anything with any true clarity.
As we made the long walk from the E.R. to the patients' rooms, I noticed the lights in the hallways began to look a little strange. Then I noticed that I was beginning to feel a bit of a tingle in my legs and a familiar lightness to my step. Yes! Here we go!
Within the span of fifteen minutes, I went from feeling maybe 10% off baseline to feeling like I had just eaten about five Adderalls, 2 or 3 tabs of LSD, and 300mg of MDMA. I felt like I was full-blown candy-flipping. I remember very clearly thinking at this point - “I would not mind at all if someone sold me this on blotter and told me it was LSD”.
I began sweating profusely and I felt like every orifice of my body (every single one) was leaking some kind of fluid. I felt amazing, but about 500% more fucked up than I had anticipated. I somehow managed to get my patients into their bedrooms and then I sprinted to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
I was a sweaty mess - I was clearly grinding my teeth, and my pupils were the size of dinner plates. I felt like every touch was orgasmic. I rubbed the back of my neck while staring in the mirror and it felt about on-par with a blowjob. Suddenly I realized I was at work and I felt like I’d been in the bathroom for over an hour. I looked at my watch in a panic. I’d been in there for less than two minutes.
I tried to center myself. The important thing was that I just get my patients taken care of. I wandered into their rooms and began to explain the paperwork that they had to fill out.
Here an interesting thing occurred. It was as if I had multiple personality disorder, only the conscious part of my mind was not the dominant personality. I could hear myself very calmly and clearly explaining the forms that needed to be filled out to the patients, but that’s not what I was thinking about. Instead, my thoughts went something like “ohholyfuck look at all those neon wires whoooooaaaaaaaaa this TV commercial looks amazing I wonder what jacking off right now would feel like ZOMG”, only at about 3000mph. Everything felt, looked, and smelled electric.
One of my patients got up to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone in their room. I immediately ran to the giant panoramic window and began to roll my body back and forth across the cold glass. I was pressing my face against the glass with my arms above my head. Then I lifted up my shirt and continued rolling across the glass. Orgasmic. After what seemed like 3 hours of this, I became aware that my patient was re-entering the room. Try to act normal! I looked at my watch. They’d been gone less than five minutes.
+4:30 (9:30 P.M.)
I got my patient seated into a chair and began setting up the EEG. I had laid out the wires for this across the bed he was going to sleep in. The soft comforter felt amazing when my hands grazed across it. It took every ounce of willpower to not leap onto the bed, take off all my clothes, and roll around. For some reason, thinking about doing this gave me an erection. This was the first of many to come.
The wires that I use are color coded and neon. Each wire seemed to be fluorescent and filled with electricity. Every time I picked one up, I had to twirl it in the air like a jump rope - I did not have a choice. While I was doing this, I noticed that the recliner in the room appeared to be subtly rocking back and forth by itself. For some reason this disturbed me greatly, so I made an effort to not look at it for the rest of the night.
Somehow I managed to get both of my patients wired up. To this day I have no clue how I got through this. Every five minutes my brain would reset and I’d forget what I was doing or saying – like an original Nintendo when it would flash the purple screen and restart your game. The stress levels I reached were unbelievable – this was not a happy work enhancer!
+6:30 (11:30 P.M.)
Having completed my patient set up, I returned to my office. Ralph was already done with his patients and was sitting there with his laptop out. He asked me if I felt okay and I responded that my allergies were acting up and I had eaten three Benadryl. He seemed to buy the excuse, and then launched into a long rambling story (much like this post) about his kid’s soccer league. I caught maybe 1% of this as I couldn't stop staring at the computer screen. The readouts of my patients’ vitals and brainwaves look like little sine waves normally. This night they were electric little jump-ropes, blurring about the screen.
I decided it was time for a psychedelic shit. I headed to the bathroom, plopped my ass down, and shot what felt like a Super Rope candy out of my ass into the bowl. Feeling much better, I went to wipe. THERE WAS NOTHING ON THE TOILET PAPER. This thought affected my mind as if I had experienced some deep ++++ breathrough. I stared at that square for what seemed like an eternity. How can this be?
I looked down into the bowl. There was nothing there. Not even a small rabbit-sized turd. My mind was officially blown. I had definitely felt something solid come out. It was also extremely hot in the bathroom and I felt that the sweatier and hotter I became, the more intense my trip was getting. I frantically wiped and went to wash my hands.
I wasn’t aware that I was smiling, but my face in the mirror above the sink resembled the Cheshire cat, only it seemed to me that my smile kept getting wider and wider and wider without end. I got the fuck out of there and went back to my office.
I had probably been sitting in the office for all of five minutes when suddenly I became aware of a horrifying sound. Ralph was blasting the Kidz Bop version of “Evacuate the Dancefloor” at what seemed to be a deafening volume. He began explaining to me that “the beats are good”. Now if this had happened on 4-AcO-DMT, I probably would have started dancing around the office and laughing. Instead, I felt like someone had shoved a pinecone up my asshole. I could not imagine worse torture than continuing to listen to this shit.
I had to get the fuck out of there, and ASAP. I said I was going to McDonald's to get some food and I’d be back soon. As soon as I walked outside I felt like I was in a neon candy-land. The visuals were not as powerful or pervasive as psilocin and its analogs, but more like a powerful T. bridgesii trip I once had. Color enhancement everywhere! I suddenly realized I was in no shape to drive and I couldn’t very well walk to the McDonald's. So I went and sat in my car in the parking lot and turned on the radio.
Surprisingly all the music I put on sounded terrible to me. Everything was irritating. I preferred to sit in the car silently, which was approximately 800 degrees, and just touch myself all over my sweaty body.
I was experiencing an insane body load. I felt like every sensation was orgasmic with this electric underpinning to it, yet at the same time I felt like my back had been run over by a farming combine and my calves were cramped as though I’d run a marathon. Every couple of seconds I would feel as if my truck was on and moving forward, and I would freak out. Then I would realize I hadn’t turned the engine on. I’d feel fine, and then repeat the experience 5 seconds later. I wouldn’t have attempted driving, but I didn’t feel comfortable being in the front seat.
So, I jumped into the backseat of my truck and began furiously pounding off. I was completely unaware of my setting during this. Anyone could have walked by, there could have been a security camera on me – it didn’t matter. I was horny in a way I cannot articulate. I was abusing myself with a perverse level of force, but it felt amazing. The orgasm was a bit of a letdown, and immediately after it occurred, I panicked – I had remembered I was at work again and I had doubtlessly been jerking off for hours. I checked my watch. I’d been gone a half hour.
+7:30 (12:30 A.M.)
I returned to the office and suddenly I felt a million times more clearheaded. No longer was I having the relentlessly racing LSD-like thoughts, nor did I feel like I wanted to lay in a sweaty cuddle-puddle for the rest of eternity. However, I still was experiencing an incredible horniness and body load.
I checked in on everything and said I had to go to the bathroom. I wandered the hospital floor until I found an empty conference room. Here I laid on the floor and began stretching out, which seemed to provide some relief for my back and legs. However, any motion of my legs caused tremendous sensation in my genitals, and I wound up jerking off in the women’s bathroom at least three times.
I spent the next two hours in a horny frenzy. I would look up pornography on my cell phone, and then go jerk off in a random bathroom. Ralph was too busy playing some kind of puzzle game on his computer to really pay attention to me, thank god.
+10:00 (3:00 A.M.)
Suddenly with the same force that the drug had steamrolled over me, it left my body. I was exhausted. My body ached as if I had been run over by a truck; my head was somewhat clear, but I felt like I hadn’t slept in weeks. I spent the rest of the night in and out of sleep, laying on the floor. I was too tired to care if Ralph ratted me out.
In the morning after I clocked out, I had to go sleep in my truck for a few hours before I could even attempt the drive home - I was so tired I was scared I would fall asleep at the wheel.
All in all it was an interesting experience, but very shallow and somewhat negative. I learned nothing and experienced no form of insight. I felt very hungover the next day and unlike mushrooms, LSD, cacti, or even the 2C-x compounds, I found my thought processes to be very negative for the next several days. I had no positive afterglow, and the experience was hedonistic and selfish throughout. There was nothing life-affirming to it and I never felt that beautiful feeling of contentedness and connectedness that other psychs bring me. At the same time, my thoughts were too frenetic and frenzied for any kind of analysis like 2C-E often brings.
Much of this can be laid at the feet of my terrible choice of setting, and I will explore the drug again at different doses under different circumstances.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_phenethylamines
explevel_firsttime
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