Dondante
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I've now had four trials with the novel dissociative, 3-meo-pcp and I still don’t quite know what to say about it. Is it absolutely awe-inspiring? No. Is it pleasant? Yes, for the most part. Is it therapeutic? In my limited experience, it hasn’t shown that side to me yet. Could all my conclusions about the substance go up in smoke with one more trial? Most certainly yes.
The first trial consisted of a 5 mg dose taken on a full stomach. I spent the evening listening to Magnolia Electric Co. at a local music venue with my wife and another couple. Upon entering the venue, I became aware of the distinct quality of music enhancement, a particular dissociative brand of this phenomenon, whereby each note resonates with a clarion quality against stillness of mind. If psychedelics turn up the gain or increase the signal of sensory input, dissociatives dial down the noise; each results in the experience of an enriched, higher fidelity sound. I owe my current appreciation for music to dextromethorphan and my early experiences with psilocybin mushrooms, as these early trips left an indelible mark on my psyche by fundamentally changing the way I listened to and appreciated music. I found myself occasionally making comparisons to my early trials with 250-300 mg DXM, but there really wasn’t much to it beyond similar sparing of motor and executive functioning in the setting of mild dissociation. I'll hesitantly claim 3-MeO-PCP possessed less of a euphoric boost (less serotonergic activity?)...it's difficult to make comparisons with a drug that I haven’t tried in 4 years. The novelty of my early DXM experiences may have allowed for more positive recollection than they deserve.
Numb lips and gumby-like proprioception were also noted as I acquainted myself with the material. Jason Molina led his audience on a journey through country-drenched rock ballads. The combination of haunting lyrics and his piercing, yet sorrowful gaze imparted a truly unique stage presence. It is difficult to say for sure whether or not the emotional overtones were affected by the light dissociative flavor.
Hold On Magnolia
Tigress
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A few weeks later I tested 6 mg via intramuscular injection. In only a few minutes I became relatively inebriated, yet by no means incapacitated. I was able to walk around my apartment, but I was decidedly unable to take a planned walk around the neighborhood with my wife. A short trip to the mailbox confirmed this suspicion. I was still able to maintain conversation fairly fluidly at this level despite the motor incoordination. The reaction was significantly stronger than 5 mg oral; however, it is important to note that I may as well have taken a time-release formulation due to taking it shortly after eating dinner. This experience felt similar in strength to 20-30 mg of ketamine IM, yet I was more cognitively intact. The trip was fairly uneventful, or at least nothing in particular happened that I can currently recall.
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On a Friday night a few weeks ago, I took 5 mg orally again on a notably full stomach again – not my intention I might add – along with 700 mg phenibut, an accessory molecule that has shown increasing utility as social lubricant. Although I've never encountered 3-meo's more common unsubstituted relative, the dopamine push makes it quite distinct from others in its class. My wife and I made our way to a local "hoedown" at a friend's house roughly 10 minutes from town. The effects were subtle at first and the numb lip phenomenon became apparent only at the two hour point, but I sensed an undeniable undercurrent of excitement. Conversation flowed smoothly and I felt a subtle confidence in my social interactions. This could be entirely credited to the phenibut, but it’s likely that the dissociative also played a role. The event took place on a large property nestled between seemingly vacant farmhouses. Two bluegrass bands with beer and a bonfire set the scene. A full moon presided over the event and though the leaves had yet to change, there was a crisp, cool autumn feel in the air.
The effects were subtle, yet undeniable, and undoubtedly recreational at this level. There was a warm feeling in the back of my head and a zen-like dissociation from my typical anxieties and insecurities. Everything was simply A-OK. Conversations seemed to reach slightly deeper into my associative pathways, yielding an enriched experience, including subtle imagery and occasional tangential thought patterns, though these could be steered back on track (i.e. they were non-psychotic). With clarity, I recounted aspects of my trip to the Indian Himalayas to the friend of a student considering the same program. I experienced a longing to get away from the busy work/study schedule again (not that my schedule is particularly taxing at the moment), but I had the strong desire to visit the backcountry, listen to the quiet hum of insects against the hiss and sputter of a campfire. Again, it was difficult to discern exactly how these thoughts were impacted by the new molecule swimming in my synapses. For the most part, there weren’t too many thoughts that I could identify as being out of the ordinary. It was more a loosening of my present-centered perspective, leaving me prone to reverie.
At the four hour point, still under the drug's spell, I was surprisingly able to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I awoke the next morning with a dull and groggy feeling, and at noon, my wife left to go to a football game with a friend. It was another beautiful sunny day with temps in the mid-70s so I pushed myself to set out on a light run, which turned into a 10 mile ramble through a local, rarely frequented, biological reserve. The dazed feeling I awoke with was replaced with a gleeful freshness as I wandered through the secluded woods on a narrow dirt trail. Again, I was unable to conclude that my mental state was a reflection of an afterglow effect or if it was simply due to being outside in nature on a gorgeous day. Standing beneath a variety of towering oak, hickory, and poplar trees gave me the impression of being in a cathedral, crowned by the verdant canopy above. I thought to myself poignantly, “This is my church.”
Is this a digression? I can’t say for sure.
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That night, I was again feeling the residual mental dullness and lethargy, and confused by the alternating afterglow and hangover effect, but I had told a friend we would get together for a beer. I foolishly decided to try another small dose of 3-meo-pcp, this time 4 mg, to see if it would re-energize my evening. After an hour and a half, the effects were imperceptible so I hastily insufflated roughly 2 mg on my way out the door. Upon arriving at the bar, I felt mildly dissociated and somewhat uncomfortable in conversation. The effects were not as strong as the 6 mg IM experience; however, I became aware of an unexpected problem – I couldn't shake the sensation that I was wearing a poker face. My emotions felt muted and normal reflexive facial expressions seemed either subdued or absent. I wasn’t aiming for the role of charismatic entertainer, but this effect brought on the concern that I must appear either high or depressed to my friend’s wife. I wasn't terribly uncomfortable at the time, but it was enough to limit the get together to a short, one beer outing. I told the friend about my experimentation, which he seems to enjoy hearing about. I feel like an adventurer recounting perilous and rewarding journeys.
“Alphabet soup again?”
“Yep.”
“What did ya get into this time?”
“Ehh…PCP variety.”
After a second, I see it register … preconceptions flood his mind (or is it just mine?). He quickly re-evaluates the dissonance between his preconceptions and my current behavior, while trying to make guesses as to my current internal state. He said he hadn't noticed my intoxication.
Despite my discomfort there were moments of clarity and entertainment. Conversation again sparked some extravagant associations, but these were decidedly devoid of emotion or value. I did, however, find it endlessly amusing that he had recently been gifted a signed picture of Noam Chomsky via a friend that recently worked with the ageing philosopher, which noted:
“Congratulations on your 800 verbal.” -Noam
Was this an expression of the old man’s humor? …my friend’s hero half-teasing one of his proudest accomplishments? When I actually saw the picture the next day, I laughed even more.
I returned home and spent an hour or so listening to music, noting subtle enhancement, but I was a bit put off by the unshakeable neutrality to the night as a whole.
Sunday seemed to mirror the inconsistent aftereffects of the day before …woke up groggy, but I ended up spending an altogether enjoyable afternoon at a local fair with my wife and even managed to get in a decent workout before retiring back to my mentally cloudy state by evening. I don’t recall any persisting effects lasting into Monday.
To summarize, 3-meo-pcp provides a novel state of dissociation, but I find it difficult to pin down the specific attributes that make the drug unique. Pushing the dose higher may yield more interesting experiences, but I am hesitant to explore the outer orbit for fear of losing my sanity. I’ll leave envelope pushing to others at least for the time being. My experiences thus far have neither been outright rewarding nor have they been entirely disappointing, but it's entirely possible that future experiences will change my impression completely.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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The first trial consisted of a 5 mg dose taken on a full stomach. I spent the evening listening to Magnolia Electric Co. at a local music venue with my wife and another couple. Upon entering the venue, I became aware of the distinct quality of music enhancement, a particular dissociative brand of this phenomenon, whereby each note resonates with a clarion quality against stillness of mind. If psychedelics turn up the gain or increase the signal of sensory input, dissociatives dial down the noise; each results in the experience of an enriched, higher fidelity sound. I owe my current appreciation for music to dextromethorphan and my early experiences with psilocybin mushrooms, as these early trips left an indelible mark on my psyche by fundamentally changing the way I listened to and appreciated music. I found myself occasionally making comparisons to my early trials with 250-300 mg DXM, but there really wasn’t much to it beyond similar sparing of motor and executive functioning in the setting of mild dissociation. I'll hesitantly claim 3-MeO-PCP possessed less of a euphoric boost (less serotonergic activity?)...it's difficult to make comparisons with a drug that I haven’t tried in 4 years. The novelty of my early DXM experiences may have allowed for more positive recollection than they deserve.
Numb lips and gumby-like proprioception were also noted as I acquainted myself with the material. Jason Molina led his audience on a journey through country-drenched rock ballads. The combination of haunting lyrics and his piercing, yet sorrowful gaze imparted a truly unique stage presence. It is difficult to say for sure whether or not the emotional overtones were affected by the light dissociative flavor.
Hold On Magnolia
Tigress
-----------------
A few weeks later I tested 6 mg via intramuscular injection. In only a few minutes I became relatively inebriated, yet by no means incapacitated. I was able to walk around my apartment, but I was decidedly unable to take a planned walk around the neighborhood with my wife. A short trip to the mailbox confirmed this suspicion. I was still able to maintain conversation fairly fluidly at this level despite the motor incoordination. The reaction was significantly stronger than 5 mg oral; however, it is important to note that I may as well have taken a time-release formulation due to taking it shortly after eating dinner. This experience felt similar in strength to 20-30 mg of ketamine IM, yet I was more cognitively intact. The trip was fairly uneventful, or at least nothing in particular happened that I can currently recall.
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On a Friday night a few weeks ago, I took 5 mg orally again on a notably full stomach again – not my intention I might add – along with 700 mg phenibut, an accessory molecule that has shown increasing utility as social lubricant. Although I've never encountered 3-meo's more common unsubstituted relative, the dopamine push makes it quite distinct from others in its class. My wife and I made our way to a local "hoedown" at a friend's house roughly 10 minutes from town. The effects were subtle at first and the numb lip phenomenon became apparent only at the two hour point, but I sensed an undeniable undercurrent of excitement. Conversation flowed smoothly and I felt a subtle confidence in my social interactions. This could be entirely credited to the phenibut, but it’s likely that the dissociative also played a role. The event took place on a large property nestled between seemingly vacant farmhouses. Two bluegrass bands with beer and a bonfire set the scene. A full moon presided over the event and though the leaves had yet to change, there was a crisp, cool autumn feel in the air.
The effects were subtle, yet undeniable, and undoubtedly recreational at this level. There was a warm feeling in the back of my head and a zen-like dissociation from my typical anxieties and insecurities. Everything was simply A-OK. Conversations seemed to reach slightly deeper into my associative pathways, yielding an enriched experience, including subtle imagery and occasional tangential thought patterns, though these could be steered back on track (i.e. they were non-psychotic). With clarity, I recounted aspects of my trip to the Indian Himalayas to the friend of a student considering the same program. I experienced a longing to get away from the busy work/study schedule again (not that my schedule is particularly taxing at the moment), but I had the strong desire to visit the backcountry, listen to the quiet hum of insects against the hiss and sputter of a campfire. Again, it was difficult to discern exactly how these thoughts were impacted by the new molecule swimming in my synapses. For the most part, there weren’t too many thoughts that I could identify as being out of the ordinary. It was more a loosening of my present-centered perspective, leaving me prone to reverie.
At the four hour point, still under the drug's spell, I was surprisingly able to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I awoke the next morning with a dull and groggy feeling, and at noon, my wife left to go to a football game with a friend. It was another beautiful sunny day with temps in the mid-70s so I pushed myself to set out on a light run, which turned into a 10 mile ramble through a local, rarely frequented, biological reserve. The dazed feeling I awoke with was replaced with a gleeful freshness as I wandered through the secluded woods on a narrow dirt trail. Again, I was unable to conclude that my mental state was a reflection of an afterglow effect or if it was simply due to being outside in nature on a gorgeous day. Standing beneath a variety of towering oak, hickory, and poplar trees gave me the impression of being in a cathedral, crowned by the verdant canopy above. I thought to myself poignantly, “This is my church.”
Is this a digression? I can’t say for sure.
-----------------
That night, I was again feeling the residual mental dullness and lethargy, and confused by the alternating afterglow and hangover effect, but I had told a friend we would get together for a beer. I foolishly decided to try another small dose of 3-meo-pcp, this time 4 mg, to see if it would re-energize my evening. After an hour and a half, the effects were imperceptible so I hastily insufflated roughly 2 mg on my way out the door. Upon arriving at the bar, I felt mildly dissociated and somewhat uncomfortable in conversation. The effects were not as strong as the 6 mg IM experience; however, I became aware of an unexpected problem – I couldn't shake the sensation that I was wearing a poker face. My emotions felt muted and normal reflexive facial expressions seemed either subdued or absent. I wasn’t aiming for the role of charismatic entertainer, but this effect brought on the concern that I must appear either high or depressed to my friend’s wife. I wasn't terribly uncomfortable at the time, but it was enough to limit the get together to a short, one beer outing. I told the friend about my experimentation, which he seems to enjoy hearing about. I feel like an adventurer recounting perilous and rewarding journeys.
“Alphabet soup again?”
“Yep.”
“What did ya get into this time?”
“Ehh…PCP variety.”
After a second, I see it register … preconceptions flood his mind (or is it just mine?). He quickly re-evaluates the dissonance between his preconceptions and my current behavior, while trying to make guesses as to my current internal state. He said he hadn't noticed my intoxication.
Despite my discomfort there were moments of clarity and entertainment. Conversation again sparked some extravagant associations, but these were decidedly devoid of emotion or value. I did, however, find it endlessly amusing that he had recently been gifted a signed picture of Noam Chomsky via a friend that recently worked with the ageing philosopher, which noted:
“Congratulations on your 800 verbal.” -Noam
Was this an expression of the old man’s humor? …my friend’s hero half-teasing one of his proudest accomplishments? When I actually saw the picture the next day, I laughed even more.
I returned home and spent an hour or so listening to music, noting subtle enhancement, but I was a bit put off by the unshakeable neutrality to the night as a whole.
Sunday seemed to mirror the inconsistent aftereffects of the day before …woke up groggy, but I ended up spending an altogether enjoyable afternoon at a local fair with my wife and even managed to get in a decent workout before retiring back to my mentally cloudy state by evening. I don’t recall any persisting effects lasting into Monday.
To summarize, 3-meo-pcp provides a novel state of dissociation, but I find it difficult to pin down the specific attributes that make the drug unique. Pushing the dose higher may yield more interesting experiences, but I am hesitant to explore the outer orbit for fear of losing my sanity. I’ll leave envelope pushing to others at least for the time being. My experiences thus far have neither been outright rewarding nor have they been entirely disappointing, but it's entirely possible that future experiences will change my impression completely.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_achs
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_inexperienced
explevel_retrospective
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
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