Hi everyone, I am a long-time reader but first-time poster. I had an accidental overpowering drug combination, and wanted to share with everyone because I can't really find any trip reports on this combo.
Brief overview of experience:
-Been smoking marijuana daily for 1.5 years
-Used many different psychedelics, including LSD, LSA, Shrooms, several 2C-x, several 25-x
-Various dissociatives, including Ketamine, MXE, DXM, nitrous
-MDMA, various stimulants, etc.
-Relevant combinations: LSD/MDMA, 2C-P/MDMA, 25-I/MDMA, 2C-P/MXE, 25-I/Ketamine, all with marijuana and nitrous
For a couple months I had been excited to see a band that was coming to our local venue. I was going to see them with my girlfriend, T. I planned to take 500mcg of 25-B and then combine it with 150mg of MDMA. I had previously combined 1 mg of 25-I with 200mg of MDMA, so I was not too worried about the combo and figured it would be strong but not overwhelming. T was planning on taking 10 mg of 2C-B with 150mg of MDMA.
Little did I know that I had mixed up my bags of MDMA and ketamine.
7:35 PM: T and I are at her apartment, and I take half of a 1 mg tab of 25-B. She says that she is feeling sick on her stomach, so she decides to skip the 2C-B.
8:05 PM: Surroundings are starting to look different, colors are especially vivid. I take the tab out of my mouth. T and I split a bowl of marijuana.
8:30 PM: Our friend, G, who is giving us a ride to the venue, arrives at T's apartment. By this time I am starting to get some slight moving visuals. The three of us split three more bowls of marijuana.
9:15 PM: By this time the 25-B has mostly come on, full moving visuals. T decides that she wants to snort her MDMA, while I decide I want to take it orally. What we thought was 150mg of MDMA for each of us was actually 150mg of ketamine. She snorts and I swallow, then we both go into G's car.
9:35 PM: We have almost arrived at the concert. T has been saying that she feels weird. I was already tripping fairly hard, and I start to feel a rush from the back of my head. "My molly is kicking in!" I exclaimed to T and G. Over the last five minutes of the car ride, I start tripping much harder. It becomes difficult to stay connected to what's actually going on.
[Side note: in my previous combinations of 25-I and ketamine, I had combined 1mg of 25-I with 25mg of ketamine the first time and 50 mg the second time, but over two hours the second time. Both of these were very strong experiences already.]
9:40 PM: T and I climb out of the car. I am known in my friend group for being a very composed tripper, so I did not want to reveal my state to G. As soon as he drives off, I say to T, "I'm tripping really hard." We walk along the street, and for some reason I feel as though I am protecting T's life and my own. We walk up to the venue. The setup at this venue is that you have to present your ticket and go through security individually. T goes ahead through security. I walk up to security, and have no idea what I'm supposed to do even though I'd seen about 10 shows at this venue. They ask for my ticket and I am confused, I pull out my pocket and can't find the ticket. It's hard to concentrate on anything for more than a second at this point, and I am quite dissociated, barely in control of my actions. I walk off to the side to try to find my ticket. It was getting quite hard to balance at this point, and I sat down on the sidewalk up against the wall of the venue. I then thought that if I continued to sit in that spot, that I would turn into a hobo. I stood up, and then at this point I thought that I was inside my own mind. I thought all the people around were just figments of my imagination, and that my mind just happened to look like the sidewalk outside the venue. Everything going on in the city/my mind felt "out of balance," and I felt as though everything was shifting. I then bent my legs, stuck my arms out, and attempted to hold everything "in balance." I held this for a while, and then physically lost my balance and sat down again. Someone asked me if I was alright, and I said that I was. I then managed to grasp reality for long enough to realize that I was trying to see a show, and that T was inside. I reached in my pocket and my ticket was exactly where I checked before.
9:50 PM: I go to security, with them asking me for the same things multiple times. When I try to look at any one of the security officers, the upper half of their body is floating and I see them twice. My disassociated mind manages to hand over the ticket and get through security. As soon as I get in, I'm overwhelmed about finding T, but she finds me. We walk down to the standing area. The starter has finished, and the main band hasn't come on yet. While standing with T, I keep switching in between a world within my mind and reality. I wanted to stay in reality, and every time I snapped back I was very happy to see T. My balance was horrible at this point, and I kept falling over repeatedly. T says "let's leave," and I agree. I fall again, however, and a security guard comes to usher me out of the venue. I apologize profusely as he's leading me out. Also, as he's leading me out, I feel as though my body is much larger than it actually is, as though I had 200 lbs of invisible fat. As soon as I'm out of the doors of the venue, I fall over.
10:00 PM: I am laying on the ground, outside of the venue, with a crowd gathering around me. Two security officers were asking me what I took, and I told them 25-B repeatedly. One of the security officers tells me to focus on his face, and I do. In that moment I couldn't look away from his face.
???? PM: T has already called G and another friend, and they manage to get my phone, keys, wallet, etc. I don't remember this. They couldn't take me home because of the crowd. Sometime soon, an ambulance arrives. I have somewhat of a gap in my memory while they loaded me onto the stretcher, but I remember everything going black and resisting as hard as I possibly could. I was told later that it took six men to restrain me. I remember being lifted into the ambulance on the stretcher. In the ambulance ride, they ask me basic questions. I remember my first name, but I couldn't say my last or remember anything else about myself. I think that being carted around on a stretcher is my entire life, that I am some sort of medical patient that can't walk, or perhaps that I'm in some kind of Matrix situation where I had just woken up into reality. I remember being brought into the hospital, but I think that they must have put me to sleep.
1:15 AM: I wake up in the hospital bed, with my legs restrained. I'm not tripping nearly as hard as before, but still have visuals. There is a nurse sitting in front of me. Over the next hour I asked the same questions over and over, "Where am I?", "When can I leave?", without remembering the answers.
2:00 AM: A nurse gives me anti-anxiety medicine. I wasn't feeling anxious, but I took it because I figured it would help with how annoyed I was by the situation.
2:30 AM: Somewhat regaining mental clarity. The hospital staff become more friendly as I become more coherent. I get short lectures from various nurses, police officers, etc. I am given food and water, and am told I can leave once my heart rate lowered (was fluctuating from about 110-130).
4:45 AM: Finally leave the hospital and walk 30 minutes home. Reconnect with T, smoke marijuana, and pass out. T is emotional but I am carefree from the anti-anxiety medicine. Wake up the next day somewhat drained. Throughout the day I recovered all my memories, which was a very emotional experience.
This was a lesson for me to always label bags of drugs. The experience was very overwhelming, but I think if I had been in a good setting with a trip sitter then it would have actually been a good trip. I would not repeat this combo at this dosage, if I was going to do it again I would use more or the same 25-B and much less ketamine.
This is the first trip report I've written, but I felt it was necessary to get this information out there. Be careful when combining psychedelics and dissociatives, and I would recommend against going anywhere unless you are confident with the dosage and are sure you are taking the right drug. Thanks for reading.
Brief overview of experience:
-Been smoking marijuana daily for 1.5 years
-Used many different psychedelics, including LSD, LSA, Shrooms, several 2C-x, several 25-x
-Various dissociatives, including Ketamine, MXE, DXM, nitrous
-MDMA, various stimulants, etc.
-Relevant combinations: LSD/MDMA, 2C-P/MDMA, 25-I/MDMA, 2C-P/MXE, 25-I/Ketamine, all with marijuana and nitrous
For a couple months I had been excited to see a band that was coming to our local venue. I was going to see them with my girlfriend, T. I planned to take 500mcg of 25-B and then combine it with 150mg of MDMA. I had previously combined 1 mg of 25-I with 200mg of MDMA, so I was not too worried about the combo and figured it would be strong but not overwhelming. T was planning on taking 10 mg of 2C-B with 150mg of MDMA.
Little did I know that I had mixed up my bags of MDMA and ketamine.
7:35 PM: T and I are at her apartment, and I take half of a 1 mg tab of 25-B. She says that she is feeling sick on her stomach, so she decides to skip the 2C-B.
8:05 PM: Surroundings are starting to look different, colors are especially vivid. I take the tab out of my mouth. T and I split a bowl of marijuana.
8:30 PM: Our friend, G, who is giving us a ride to the venue, arrives at T's apartment. By this time I am starting to get some slight moving visuals. The three of us split three more bowls of marijuana.
9:15 PM: By this time the 25-B has mostly come on, full moving visuals. T decides that she wants to snort her MDMA, while I decide I want to take it orally. What we thought was 150mg of MDMA for each of us was actually 150mg of ketamine. She snorts and I swallow, then we both go into G's car.
9:35 PM: We have almost arrived at the concert. T has been saying that she feels weird. I was already tripping fairly hard, and I start to feel a rush from the back of my head. "My molly is kicking in!" I exclaimed to T and G. Over the last five minutes of the car ride, I start tripping much harder. It becomes difficult to stay connected to what's actually going on.
[Side note: in my previous combinations of 25-I and ketamine, I had combined 1mg of 25-I with 25mg of ketamine the first time and 50 mg the second time, but over two hours the second time. Both of these were very strong experiences already.]
9:40 PM: T and I climb out of the car. I am known in my friend group for being a very composed tripper, so I did not want to reveal my state to G. As soon as he drives off, I say to T, "I'm tripping really hard." We walk along the street, and for some reason I feel as though I am protecting T's life and my own. We walk up to the venue. The setup at this venue is that you have to present your ticket and go through security individually. T goes ahead through security. I walk up to security, and have no idea what I'm supposed to do even though I'd seen about 10 shows at this venue. They ask for my ticket and I am confused, I pull out my pocket and can't find the ticket. It's hard to concentrate on anything for more than a second at this point, and I am quite dissociated, barely in control of my actions. I walk off to the side to try to find my ticket. It was getting quite hard to balance at this point, and I sat down on the sidewalk up against the wall of the venue. I then thought that if I continued to sit in that spot, that I would turn into a hobo. I stood up, and then at this point I thought that I was inside my own mind. I thought all the people around were just figments of my imagination, and that my mind just happened to look like the sidewalk outside the venue. Everything going on in the city/my mind felt "out of balance," and I felt as though everything was shifting. I then bent my legs, stuck my arms out, and attempted to hold everything "in balance." I held this for a while, and then physically lost my balance and sat down again. Someone asked me if I was alright, and I said that I was. I then managed to grasp reality for long enough to realize that I was trying to see a show, and that T was inside. I reached in my pocket and my ticket was exactly where I checked before.
9:50 PM: I go to security, with them asking me for the same things multiple times. When I try to look at any one of the security officers, the upper half of their body is floating and I see them twice. My disassociated mind manages to hand over the ticket and get through security. As soon as I get in, I'm overwhelmed about finding T, but she finds me. We walk down to the standing area. The starter has finished, and the main band hasn't come on yet. While standing with T, I keep switching in between a world within my mind and reality. I wanted to stay in reality, and every time I snapped back I was very happy to see T. My balance was horrible at this point, and I kept falling over repeatedly. T says "let's leave," and I agree. I fall again, however, and a security guard comes to usher me out of the venue. I apologize profusely as he's leading me out. Also, as he's leading me out, I feel as though my body is much larger than it actually is, as though I had 200 lbs of invisible fat. As soon as I'm out of the doors of the venue, I fall over.
10:00 PM: I am laying on the ground, outside of the venue, with a crowd gathering around me. Two security officers were asking me what I took, and I told them 25-B repeatedly. One of the security officers tells me to focus on his face, and I do. In that moment I couldn't look away from his face.
???? PM: T has already called G and another friend, and they manage to get my phone, keys, wallet, etc. I don't remember this. They couldn't take me home because of the crowd. Sometime soon, an ambulance arrives. I have somewhat of a gap in my memory while they loaded me onto the stretcher, but I remember everything going black and resisting as hard as I possibly could. I was told later that it took six men to restrain me. I remember being lifted into the ambulance on the stretcher. In the ambulance ride, they ask me basic questions. I remember my first name, but I couldn't say my last or remember anything else about myself. I think that being carted around on a stretcher is my entire life, that I am some sort of medical patient that can't walk, or perhaps that I'm in some kind of Matrix situation where I had just woken up into reality. I remember being brought into the hospital, but I think that they must have put me to sleep.
1:15 AM: I wake up in the hospital bed, with my legs restrained. I'm not tripping nearly as hard as before, but still have visuals. There is a nurse sitting in front of me. Over the next hour I asked the same questions over and over, "Where am I?", "When can I leave?", without remembering the answers.
2:00 AM: A nurse gives me anti-anxiety medicine. I wasn't feeling anxious, but I took it because I figured it would help with how annoyed I was by the situation.
2:30 AM: Somewhat regaining mental clarity. The hospital staff become more friendly as I become more coherent. I get short lectures from various nurses, police officers, etc. I am given food and water, and am told I can leave once my heart rate lowered (was fluctuating from about 110-130).
4:45 AM: Finally leave the hospital and walk 30 minutes home. Reconnect with T, smoke marijuana, and pass out. T is emotional but I am carefree from the anti-anxiety medicine. Wake up the next day somewhat drained. Throughout the day I recovered all my memories, which was a very emotional experience.
This was a lesson for me to always label bags of drugs. The experience was very overwhelming, but I think if I had been in a good setting with a trip sitter then it would have actually been a good trip. I would not repeat this combo at this dosage, if I was going to do it again I would use more or the same 25-B and much less ketamine.
This is the first trip report I've written, but I felt it was necessary to get this information out there. Be careful when combining psychedelics and dissociatives, and I would recommend against going anywhere unless you are confident with the dosage and are sure you are taking the right drug. Thanks for reading.
