Tryptamines The most fucked up Research chemical story I have ever had the (dis)pleasure to occur

[Axemancometh]

It started like any other drug-fuelled nonsensical night - Recovering from a recent wrist sprain injury which dashed my hopes of going clubbing, I wanted to trip. Not like I usually did, but really push the envelope of what my mind could really handle; over a one hour period, I took 40mg MAL, 30mg 4-PrO, with 120ug of LSD on top starting at around 9:00PM, splitting the dose into two gel capsules which I ate each half-hour. It started off subtle - I honestly thought my research chems had spoiled with how underwhelming the come-up was; then, while I was playing video games, and could feel this big rush of serotonin building in my body - like a volcanic reaction of pure unbridled ecstasy which was bursting at the seams to escape my body. At around 10:00PM is when things started to get nutty; CEVs with flashing lights and fractals were dominating my head space while I was hallucinating rainbow fractals which twisted and contorted with each breath. I decided now was a good time to smoke a little bit of hash - I measured out a rock weighing about 0.3g, though I only ended up smoking about 0.1g of it. The weed just took everything to the next level; I felt like I was in TRON with the way I could see the illusion of the matrix unfold before my eyes, and I could see pretty much everything in complete darkness - like I had just gained a second sight into the ethereal worlds. I lay down in my bed with some Jefferson Airplane playing on the CD machine, feeling this pulsating rush surge throughout my body, coming to a head in my chest. Normally this is an absolutely ecstatic feeling that has my mind in full orgasmic delight which I have never found any other type of drug to really replicate as psychedelics do - but this feeling was also very intense, and the body load from both those research chemicals are known to be quite uncomfortable at high doses. Deciding to switch up my environment, I put on some TV in the other room, while I was progressively sweating dick and becoming more exhausted by this euphoric rush that was moving at a million miles an hour straight through my body like a conduit to God. By 11:30 I was getting concerned - I was becoming more and more confused, and my vision was so uncomfortably blurry that I couldn't see anything up close. Thinking I might die if I didn't get some help soon, I decided to walk down to my local dairy queen so that I could call the ambulance and not wake up my entire neighbourhood. First time calling 9/11 for myself by the way - the whole ordeal was way more nonchalant than it's been made out to be (at least for me); They told me they'd send over an ambulance just to check on me and that they'd give me a check up call in forty minutes to see if I was still alive. It was in between the call and waiting for the ambulance that I really started freaking out - I was so exhausted to the point of passing out, still sweating balls and disoriented as fuck sitting against the wall of this dairy queen with my shirt off. Longest fucking wait of my life by the way - I was so convinced that I was gonna die if I let myself pass out like this, so I toughed it out until the van pulled up. These sweet people hooked me up to their EKG machine and checked my blood pressure (which was a little high) and read everything as all normal. They knew I was just tripping balls - I still thought like I was gonna pass out and die, so I had them take me to the hospital anyway. Flash forward a good forty minutes, and suddenly my pressure just drops back to normal, and I feel much more sober than I did. I was in the emergency bay waiting for something I cannot remember, I suppose they just had me waiting there for a bit while I came to my senses and realized that I was fine; it was at that point that I saw it - paramedics wheeled in someone on a bed so ancient, he looked to be on the very verge of death itself. You ever look at someone and just know they're fucked? That's what I got to witness while I was TRIPPING BALLSACK. It was clearly too late for this guy as they didn't rush him off to a room or anything, they just had him lay there for God to take him. What's so crazy too is that is just another normal night for paramedics, while I'm over here watching a guy fucking die while I was tripping out. It it by far the craziest thing I have ever seen on a trip, and I didn't even need to be there in the first place. There is definitely some deeper spiritual meaning to this occurance - I watched somebody's soul pass away as my own is rebrorn anew in a sort of great cosmic trade. Right after this happened, they shooed me away to to waiting room where I promptly took off. at around 2:20AM (with 1% battery on my phone!) Getting home wasn't too much of an issue, and I had a pretty good night after that. Needless to say, I have definitely had my trip fill for the next while - and can look forward to receuperating my mind and body from this whole ordeal.


Here is a reconstructed timestamp so you know roughly how things played out:

9:16PM - first dose of 30mg MAL, 20mg 4-PrO-DMT, 85ug LSD

9:40PM - second dose: 10mg MAL, 10mg 4-PrO-DMT, 65ug LSD

Comeup at around 9:50PM

10:20-11:00PM - smoked 0.1g of hash

11:00PM-12:30AM - peak of 4-PrO-DMT, hospital called at 12:27AM

1:00-2:00AM - ambulance ride

Left the hospital at 2:20AM

Get home at around 3:00AM, MAL and LSD peak

3:00-5:00AM - comedown, smoked two more bowls of weed to extend the trip

Finally go to bed at about 5:10M

Wake up at 9:10AM, residual visuals

10:40AM - back to baseline, afterglow effect

 

[Didgital]

Wow dude. That is certainly a crazy trip and sorry you had to watch someone die, that is very heavy.
When you combine a phenethylamine, a tryptamine and a lysergamide you are sure to get some heavy synergism. If I'm doing combo like that I will almost always take less of each then I would normally.
Glad you ok.

 

[fuckabout89]

It started like any other drug-fuelled nonsensical night - Recovering from a recent wrist sprain injury which dashed my hopes of going clubbing, I wanted to trip. Not like I usually did, but really push the envelope of what my mind could really handle; over a one hour period, I took 40mg MAL, 30mg 4-PrO, with 120ug of LSD on top starting at around 9:00PM, splitting the dose into two gel capsules which I ate each half-hour. It started off subtle - I honestly thought my research chems had spoiled with how underwhelming the come-up was; then, while I was playing video games, and could feel this big rush of serotonin building in my body - like a volcanic reaction of pure unbridled ecstasy which was bursting at the seams to escape my body. At around 10:00PM is when things started to get nutty; CEVs with flashing lights and fractals were dominating my head space while I was hallucinating rainbow fractals which twisted and contorted with each breath. I decided now was a good time to smoke a little bit of hash - I measured out a rock weighing about 0.3g, though I only ended up smoking about 0.1g of it. The weed just took everything to the next level; I felt like I was in TRON with the way I could see the illusion of the matrix unfold before my eyes, and I could see pretty much everything in complete darkness - like I had just gained a second sight into the ethereal worlds. I lay down in my bed with some Jefferson Airplane playing on the CD machine, feeling this pulsating rush surge throughout my body, coming to a head in my chest. Normally this is an absolutely ecstatic feeling that has my mind in full orgasmic delight which I have never found any other type of drug to really replicate as psychedelics do - but this feeling was also very intense, and the body load from both those research chemicals are known to be quite uncomfortable at high doses. Deciding to switch up my environment, I put on some TV in the other room, while I was progressively sweating dick and becoming more exhausted by this euphoric rush that was moving at a million miles an hour straight through my body like a conduit to God. By 11:30 I was getting concerned - I was becoming more and more confused, and my vision was so uncomfortably blurry that I couldn't see anything up close. Thinking I might die if I didn't get some help soon, I decided to walk down to my local dairy queen so that I could call the ambulance and not wake up my entire neighbourhood. First time calling 9/11 for myself by the way - the whole ordeal was way more nonchalant than it's been made out to be (at least for me); They told me they'd send over an ambulance just to check on me and that they'd give me a check up call in forty minutes to see if I was still alive. It was in between the call and waiting for the ambulance that I really started freaking out - I was so exhausted to the point of passing out, still sweating balls and disoriented as fuck sitting against the wall of this dairy queen with my shirt off. Longest fucking wait of my life by the way - I was so convinced that I was gonna die if I let myself pass out like this, so I toughed it out until the van pulled up. These sweet people hooked me up to their EKG machine and checked my blood pressure (which was a little high) and read everything as all normal. They knew I was just tripping balls - I still thought like I was gonna pass out and die, so I had them take me to the hospital anyway. Flash forward a good forty minutes, and suddenly my pressure just drops back to normal, and I feel much more sober than I did. I was in the emergency bay waiting for something I cannot remember, I suppose they just had me waiting there for a bit while I came to my senses and realized that I was fine; it was at that point that I saw it - paramedics wheeled in someone on a bed so ancient, he looked to be on the very verge of death itself. You ever look at someone and just know they're fucked? That's what I got to witness while I was TRIPPING BALLSACK. It was clearly too late for this guy as they didn't rush him off to a room or anything, they just had him lay there for God to take him. What's so crazy too is that is just another normal night for paramedics, while I'm over here watching a guy fucking die while I was tripping out. It it by far the craziest thing I have ever seen on a trip, and I didn't even need to be there in the first place. There is definitely some deeper spiritual meaning to this occurance - I watched somebody's soul pass away as my own is rebrorn anew in a sort of great cosmic trade. Right after this happened, they shooed me away to to waiting room where I promptly took off. at around 2:20AM (with 1% battery on my phone!) Getting home wasn't too much of an issue, and I had a pretty good night after that. Needless to say, I have definitely had my trip fill for the next while - and can look forward to receuperating my mind and body from this whole ordeal.


Here is a reconstructed timestamp so you know roughly how things played out:

9:16PM - first dose of 30mg MAL, 20mg 4-PrO-DMT, 85ug LSD

9:40PM - second dose: 10mg MAL, 10mg 4-PrO-DMT, 65ug LSD

Comeup at around 9:50PM

10:20-11:00PM - smoked 0.1g of hash

11:00PM-12:30AM - peak of 4-PrO-DMT, hospital called at 12:27AM

1:00-2:00AM - ambulance ride

Left the hospital at 2:20AM

Get home at around 3:00AM, MAL and LSD peak

3:00-5:00AM - comedown, smoked two more bowls of weed to extend the trip

Finally go to bed at about 5:10M

Wake up at 9:10AM, residual visuals

10:40AM - back to baseline, afterglow effect

That sounds like awesome experience minus the freaking out part!

 

[iom]

I wanted to trip. Not like I usually did, but really push the envelope of what my mind could really handle;

So you took full doses of three different psychedelics, two of which were "research chemicals", knowing that the result of the interaction could be difficult to predict? I assume you knew beforehand that what you were doing was risky, based on your title to this thread and the nature of your freakout.

Having pushed yourself into largely uncharted pharmacological territory, you became extreme anxious at the super-intense effects and the possibility of dying. Thus you were forced to confront your fear of death. You opted to take an ambulance ride, "just in case", but ironically this led you to a place in which you were forced to confront not just your fear but death itself.

I think you very much succeeded in pushing that envelope!

I personally prefer to keep my "heroic" journeys to single substances which are well studied at those higher doses. I don't want to ever have to worry about possibly dying during a super intense trip. That way when I do "feel like I'm dying", I will be able to reassure myself that it's ok to let go and that I don't need to panic and call an ambulance. It's not foolproof, but so far it's worked for me.

 

[Bitchniggaz]

Im glad you ended up Ok...
Please dont overdo your psychedelics if you cant handle the mental effects of higher doses.

People like you are keeping the entire scene back by freaking out like this and involving the medical system.
Im not trying to be mean, you pushed and found your limit.
Hopefully you can stay within it in the future, or at least have a sitter for higher doses.

 

[LongLeggedLarry]

Sounds like something I would have done back in college. Actually had to take a trip to the hospital via a police car because I took way too much 2C-P and mixed it with MXE, alcohol, and weed. It was very intense and I freaked out in front of my apartment building. One of those times I learned to be more respectful of psychedelics and especially research chemicals.

 

[Didgital]

2C-P and mixed it with MXE

Yeah that sounds like a very silly idea. I've never combo'd a disso with a phenethylamine but I have combo'd them with tryptamines and both times had I been in public... some one would have for sure called authorities of some type cuz i was GONE.

 

[LongLeggedLarry]

Yeah that sounds like a very silly idea. I've never combo'd a disso with a phenethylamine but I have combo'd them with tryptamines and both times had I been in public... some one would have for sure called authorities of some type cuz i was GONE.

It was indeed. It was actually my very first order of RCs after reading about them on Erowid and becoming fascinated. I was young and stupid. I think the biggest mistake though was of redosing the 2C-P after it started kicking in. The euphoria and visuals were incredible and I thought “this is amazing! I want to take more!” Bad idea lol

 

[Didgital]

Yeah that sounds like a very silly idea. I've never combo'd a disso with a phenethylamine but I have combo'd them with tryptamines and both times had I been in public... some one would have for sure called authorities of some type cuz i was GONE.

Actually I take that back. I have taken ketamine with 2C-B and it felt like I was floating. Also taken ketamine with MDMA which was also quite fun. But combining tryptamines with dissos, always for a super fucking crazy unexplainable experience. Can't necessarily recommend it tbh.

 

[pupnik]

we must be be responsible with our cognitive liberties (i.e. use of psychedelics), or those liberties will become even more restricted by the world at large reacting to these escapades.

 

[iom]

I loved reading this report by the way. I go out of my way to read as many of the "train wreck and trip disaster" reports (as they are called on Erowid) as possible because they are often the most instructive.

@Axemancometh: I think more people would read your report if you edited it and separated the main text into some paragraphs. Hopefully that's not too much trouble?