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Mr. Fantasy
I really liked the first batch I got. The second batch wasn’t good or just not dck.
Mine is quite tan, from like half a year ago probably, 2x25mg orally had me slightly dissociated, maybe it was a one off.... no desire to repeat for nowAny word on the latest DCK batch coming out of Europe? Thinking of ordering some of this from the only NL supplier still shipping to USA. I have under a gram of a tan batch that was the first to appear after the long dry spell. It seems weaker than DCK has been reported, but is still impressive enough to consider replacing my current fav 2-FDCK, since that has become scarce.
Very good possibility we have the same batch, because that's about the same time frame I got mine. I haven't had a hole on it by itself because I'm pretty cautious about doses. I usually end up topping it off with 2-F and they complement quite well. I'm wondering if my vendor has the same DCK batch, or something new.Mine is quite tan, from like half a year ago probably, 2x25mg orally had me slightly dissociated, maybe it was a one off.... no desire to repeat for now
it certainly feels like it could be dangerous in combination.
The parts I remember from the the DCK-holes were, as ever, fascinatingly alien Otherworlds... the most memorable points are when the movement stops, you're no longer riding the god-machine or the train or whatever it is you're on and suddenly you're just there, that mysterious, alien, always slightly different but always kind of similar Otherworld... for me the realisation is usually followed by a dawning feeling of confinement, like I'm locked in some kind of compartment of uncertain dimensions and function. Often I can probe the boundaries of my containment vessel, observe my limbs which usually look like alien appendages, definitely not my own, usually it feels like I'm clothed in some kind of lycra, usually the boundaries of the compartment are HR Giger-esque in their ornamentation, dark grey brown shades of plastic and metal, No matter how many times I end up in these places, the feelings are always the same, that real life, before this, was a constructed illusion and there's now a scene change that's occuring, that, possibly, you're not usually supposed to be conscious for.
No matter how often that happens I'm always like shit, how am I gonna get back firstly (although this thought is never too distressing really), or shit, I guess that's the end of my role in that particular scene of that chunk of reality, i wonder where I'll go from here. Like it feels so real, and it's so easy to just believe everything in your life up to that moment was just you playing a role, now discarded, and now you're back in the studio for a costume change, a set change, to prepare the unseen movers behind the scenes to cut to a different story, or something else entirely... Obviously really what's happening is I'm probably just sitting down fumbling around at the walls and not understanding that I'm actually somewhere very familiar but, fuck, it still feels so real and even knowing the probable reality from an observer's viewpoint doesn't change the magic of the experience, of being in that place. I also find it very philosophically interesting - for too many reasons for me to bother going into now.
Definitely, though, it's more fun to just report back from solo adventures, I would not relish being recorded in such a state.