the_doctor46
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Hi everyone.
It was last friday when I decided to experiment aMT. I bought 100mg of aMT one month ago, I wanted to give it a shot. It's a pinkish powder, looks like crystals, and not like a sticky as 6apb (for instance). Didn't notice any smell, and tastes wasn't that bad.
I have no one around me (or at least, not anymore) who does drugs or who is ok with them, so I had no choice but to do it on my own. I know it wasn't a wise thing to do, but oh well..
I want to tell you about my experience, and share it with you, so you could maybe give suggestions or opinions etc.
The times are very rough, since I tried not to look at the clock as much as possible.
I would like to point the fact that I had no nausea at all at any time, maybe because I had an empty stomach.
Warning: this is a quite long trip report, but it was a very deep experience, full of different feelings, I can't condense it more than I already did.
Dose: ~40mg
Time of dosage: 17h30 - Empty stomach
T+1h: start feeling more talkative, pupils slightly dilated. No major effects though.
T+2h30: come up is taking quite a while, still not feeling any major effects. Listening to some music. If I close my eyes I can see some faint CEVs. I am chatting with a friend on the computer, he is giving me some nice songs to listen to.
T+4h: come up was quite long, but the effects start to kick in. My vision is starting to get a bit blurry and I am having a zoom out effect from the screen of the computer. My hands are quite interesting, feel almost like they are not part of me. I stop chatting with my friend and I start playing some guitar. I'm not feeling very comfortable, though I still can't understand what is wrong.
T+5h: my vision is getting seriously distorted. I start seeing colours, the screen of the computer morphs and iTunes player does some weird things which I can barely remember. I look at myself in the mirror (inevitable, I have a big mirror on the door of my room) and my face is melting. I kind of freak out, I feel like the person I see is not me.
I look at the time twice in the space of 10 minutes, and those 10 minutes felt like 2 hours. This is what is going to cause the main reason of the bad trip. I feel prisoner in time.
T+5h30: I walk up and down my room, repeating "So this is what a bad trip is, this is what it is. Now I understand everything, now I understand drugs, now I understand!". I couldn't feel my heart, I tried to feel it, but I couldn't. But I knew it was going very fast. I got scared, I was tempted to call my housemates to do something about it, but I was scared because I knew they would have brought me to the hospital, and that would have meant cops (even if aMT is legal here), doctors, and public knowledge of what happened (university, parents etc.) and I really didn't want any of that as it would destroy my life.
To prevent myself taking more of the drug in the future, I throw in the bin the 60mg of aMT which I had left, because I was truly terrified and I didn't want that to happen again.
T+6h: I felt poisoned. I felt like I injested poison. Therefore I thought that the best thing to do would be to throw up. However, I had a totally empty stomach, and I had no nausea at all, so I went into my bathroom and shove a finger down my throat. I do not however have any gag reflexes, so all my attempts were very vain. I looked at the watch: I tried that for about 10 minutes, which felt like eternity. This didn't help my bad trip, caused mainly by the feeling of being trapped in time.
T+6h30: I went back into my room, because I just couldn't throw up. I have two flags hanging from the ceiling of my room, which create sort of two rooms, and I went up and down those two "rooms" for about 30 minutes, I felt the need of doing so. I then found my bathrobe, which is multicoloured, and I was very interested in the green part of it. For about 10 minutes I stroked the green tissue and I felt like running up and down some green land, jumping around in happiness.
T+7h30: the green land trip finished and I came back to reality. Still anxious. More up and down my room, vision very distorted. At a certain moment, however, I stopped bad tripping. I felt happy and wise. I felt like I got to know something, not accessible to others, and that made me feel wise. 3 minutes later, I said that I was an idiot, and that my wise? C'mon, let's be serious. Then felt wise again. Then stupid again. And so on for about 5 minutes.
T+8h: more up and down my room (which, by the way, seemed like it was the place of the hardest allucinations, the rest of my house was very normal). I felt like a mentally disabled person, and I remember thinking that now I know how mentally disabled feel, and I felt sorry for them. Still in a state of anxiety and panic.
I turned on my hairdrier (I use my hairdrier often, the warm air and the sound it makes relax me a lot) to try to bring me back to reality. Worked for a bit..
T+8h20: definitely wanted to put an end to the trip. I went inside my bathroom again and tried for hours to make me puke, but nothing happened. I ripped apart a bag of tea and munched some (as I was thinking that it would have made me puke, but it's actually tobacco that does that...), nothing happened. I was desperate. I got naked, as that felt almost spiritual, like I had to get rid of the demon inside me. It felt like a ritual, where I had to eliminate the evil, it was a purification ritual. I tried the most disgusting things I could think of: I drank some toilet water, I put a finger up my ass and shoved it in my throat and stuff like that. Again, no puking. I definitely gave up. And time was passing veeeery slowly.
+10h30: this part is very confused, but I remember walking out of my bathroom and it was dark. I can't really explain this, but I thought that I came into contact with an extraterrestrial life. I looked out of the window and it was dark, I was looking for them. And I have an image in my head of a spaceship with aliens coming out of it. But that as much as I can remember.
T+10h50: I could hear my housemates having a good time in the living room. That didn't help at all, as they were having a good time and I was going through the most terrifying event of my life (being trapped in time was a VERY terrifying feeling at the time).
Th+11h: into my room again. This part of the trip is very confused as I was very tired, so I can't remember it very well. But I didn't wanna sleep, as I didn't want to die in my own puke (even though I couldn't puke at all...? But that seemed like the best decision at the time). So I just stayed up, tried to take a dump to try to get rid of some of the "poison" I had inside me... very little...
T+12h: too exhausted, I decided to go to bed as the effects were wearing off a bit. I layed on my side, in order to let the vomit flow out of my mouth in case of puking.
T+18h: I got a good 6 hours of sleep. I still was feeling the effects. I didn't know if it was for the lack of food or for the actual aMT, but my mind was back. I couldn't however concentrate on anything, I was very dizzy and drowsy, very letargic. I layed in bed for 2 hours with my hairdrier turned on, as I was feeling quite cold and I just wanted to relax.
I then went to the toilet various times, in order to get rid of the aMT in my body or what was left of it, and it did help quite a lot.
T+20h: ate some grapes, feeling better. Still a bit out of energy but definitely back to calm. I consider this the end of the trip.
By the 24h zone, I was totally back to normal.
And that's as much as I can remember. I am sure there is much more to this. I can remember having strong allucinations, but I can't remember them.
The cause of the bad trip, in my opinion, was the feeling of being trapped in time, and as my mind was still there (in my subconcious; I had short moments of soberty) I knew that it would have been a very long trip because of the long duration of aMT's effects.
I also felt trapped into my room, and I didn't wanna go out of my house as I was scared of getting into some troubles.
I don't know... it felt very spiritual, and I got to know a reality that many people don't experience. I had a bad trip, but I feel like it has been a constructive experience in any case. I understood a lot more about being "trapped into a drug", about drugs in general and about other aspects of life.
What do you think of it? Had a similar experience of aMT or other psychedelic drugs? Any comments on the bad trip I had, some suggestion, some constructive criticism etc.?
Any help is deeply appreciated!
It was last friday when I decided to experiment aMT. I bought 100mg of aMT one month ago, I wanted to give it a shot. It's a pinkish powder, looks like crystals, and not like a sticky as 6apb (for instance). Didn't notice any smell, and tastes wasn't that bad.
I have no one around me (or at least, not anymore) who does drugs or who is ok with them, so I had no choice but to do it on my own. I know it wasn't a wise thing to do, but oh well..
I want to tell you about my experience, and share it with you, so you could maybe give suggestions or opinions etc.
The times are very rough, since I tried not to look at the clock as much as possible.
I would like to point the fact that I had no nausea at all at any time, maybe because I had an empty stomach.
Warning: this is a quite long trip report, but it was a very deep experience, full of different feelings, I can't condense it more than I already did.
Dose: ~40mg
Time of dosage: 17h30 - Empty stomach
T+1h: start feeling more talkative, pupils slightly dilated. No major effects though.
T+2h30: come up is taking quite a while, still not feeling any major effects. Listening to some music. If I close my eyes I can see some faint CEVs. I am chatting with a friend on the computer, he is giving me some nice songs to listen to.
T+4h: come up was quite long, but the effects start to kick in. My vision is starting to get a bit blurry and I am having a zoom out effect from the screen of the computer. My hands are quite interesting, feel almost like they are not part of me. I stop chatting with my friend and I start playing some guitar. I'm not feeling very comfortable, though I still can't understand what is wrong.
T+5h: my vision is getting seriously distorted. I start seeing colours, the screen of the computer morphs and iTunes player does some weird things which I can barely remember. I look at myself in the mirror (inevitable, I have a big mirror on the door of my room) and my face is melting. I kind of freak out, I feel like the person I see is not me.
I look at the time twice in the space of 10 minutes, and those 10 minutes felt like 2 hours. This is what is going to cause the main reason of the bad trip. I feel prisoner in time.
T+5h30: I walk up and down my room, repeating "So this is what a bad trip is, this is what it is. Now I understand everything, now I understand drugs, now I understand!". I couldn't feel my heart, I tried to feel it, but I couldn't. But I knew it was going very fast. I got scared, I was tempted to call my housemates to do something about it, but I was scared because I knew they would have brought me to the hospital, and that would have meant cops (even if aMT is legal here), doctors, and public knowledge of what happened (university, parents etc.) and I really didn't want any of that as it would destroy my life.
To prevent myself taking more of the drug in the future, I throw in the bin the 60mg of aMT which I had left, because I was truly terrified and I didn't want that to happen again.
T+6h: I felt poisoned. I felt like I injested poison. Therefore I thought that the best thing to do would be to throw up. However, I had a totally empty stomach, and I had no nausea at all, so I went into my bathroom and shove a finger down my throat. I do not however have any gag reflexes, so all my attempts were very vain. I looked at the watch: I tried that for about 10 minutes, which felt like eternity. This didn't help my bad trip, caused mainly by the feeling of being trapped in time.
T+6h30: I went back into my room, because I just couldn't throw up. I have two flags hanging from the ceiling of my room, which create sort of two rooms, and I went up and down those two "rooms" for about 30 minutes, I felt the need of doing so. I then found my bathrobe, which is multicoloured, and I was very interested in the green part of it. For about 10 minutes I stroked the green tissue and I felt like running up and down some green land, jumping around in happiness.
T+7h30: the green land trip finished and I came back to reality. Still anxious. More up and down my room, vision very distorted. At a certain moment, however, I stopped bad tripping. I felt happy and wise. I felt like I got to know something, not accessible to others, and that made me feel wise. 3 minutes later, I said that I was an idiot, and that my wise? C'mon, let's be serious. Then felt wise again. Then stupid again. And so on for about 5 minutes.
T+8h: more up and down my room (which, by the way, seemed like it was the place of the hardest allucinations, the rest of my house was very normal). I felt like a mentally disabled person, and I remember thinking that now I know how mentally disabled feel, and I felt sorry for them. Still in a state of anxiety and panic.
I turned on my hairdrier (I use my hairdrier often, the warm air and the sound it makes relax me a lot) to try to bring me back to reality. Worked for a bit..
T+8h20: definitely wanted to put an end to the trip. I went inside my bathroom again and tried for hours to make me puke, but nothing happened. I ripped apart a bag of tea and munched some (as I was thinking that it would have made me puke, but it's actually tobacco that does that...), nothing happened. I was desperate. I got naked, as that felt almost spiritual, like I had to get rid of the demon inside me. It felt like a ritual, where I had to eliminate the evil, it was a purification ritual. I tried the most disgusting things I could think of: I drank some toilet water, I put a finger up my ass and shoved it in my throat and stuff like that. Again, no puking. I definitely gave up. And time was passing veeeery slowly.
+10h30: this part is very confused, but I remember walking out of my bathroom and it was dark. I can't really explain this, but I thought that I came into contact with an extraterrestrial life. I looked out of the window and it was dark, I was looking for them. And I have an image in my head of a spaceship with aliens coming out of it. But that as much as I can remember.
T+10h50: I could hear my housemates having a good time in the living room. That didn't help at all, as they were having a good time and I was going through the most terrifying event of my life (being trapped in time was a VERY terrifying feeling at the time).
Th+11h: into my room again. This part of the trip is very confused as I was very tired, so I can't remember it very well. But I didn't wanna sleep, as I didn't want to die in my own puke (even though I couldn't puke at all...? But that seemed like the best decision at the time). So I just stayed up, tried to take a dump to try to get rid of some of the "poison" I had inside me... very little...
T+12h: too exhausted, I decided to go to bed as the effects were wearing off a bit. I layed on my side, in order to let the vomit flow out of my mouth in case of puking.
T+18h: I got a good 6 hours of sleep. I still was feeling the effects. I didn't know if it was for the lack of food or for the actual aMT, but my mind was back. I couldn't however concentrate on anything, I was very dizzy and drowsy, very letargic. I layed in bed for 2 hours with my hairdrier turned on, as I was feeling quite cold and I just wanted to relax.
I then went to the toilet various times, in order to get rid of the aMT in my body or what was left of it, and it did help quite a lot.
T+20h: ate some grapes, feeling better. Still a bit out of energy but definitely back to calm. I consider this the end of the trip.
By the 24h zone, I was totally back to normal.
And that's as much as I can remember. I am sure there is much more to this. I can remember having strong allucinations, but I can't remember them.
The cause of the bad trip, in my opinion, was the feeling of being trapped in time, and as my mind was still there (in my subconcious; I had short moments of soberty) I knew that it would have been a very long trip because of the long duration of aMT's effects.
I also felt trapped into my room, and I didn't wanna go out of my house as I was scared of getting into some troubles.
I don't know... it felt very spiritual, and I got to know a reality that many people don't experience. I had a bad trip, but I feel like it has been a constructive experience in any case. I understood a lot more about being "trapped into a drug", about drugs in general and about other aspects of life.
What do you think of it? Had a similar experience of aMT or other psychedelic drugs? Any comments on the bad trip I had, some suggestion, some constructive criticism etc.?
Any help is deeply appreciated!
