18 year old girl. My previous experience with psychedelics include many bouts with salvia (20x, 40x, 120x), low dose LSD, dimenhydrinate (maybe not a hallucinogen but whatever), and a couple high-dose 2C-E trips. This report was written a couple of days after I took the 4-AcO.
Once again I found myself in one of my favorite places to escape, one of my closest friends’ extravagant Montauk vacation house, where I had a great 2C-E trip a couple of months earlier. It being his birthday, I gave him the present of drugs. Him (who we'll call R), our other close friend (lets name her A), and I all dosed around 35mgs of the powder, dissolved in a drink. We decided to take it very early, virtually as soon as I woke up, probably around 12:30-1pm. I have never daytripped before this, so I was certainly excited. Once we took it, we rejoined our friends on the deck outside. There were a solid seven or eight other people there, but they just stuck to smoking and drinking.
The effects came on pretty fast, much faster than 2C-E, dilating my pupils to a size comparable to rolling. As usual with these RCs, I was very nauseous at the beginning, but it subsided eventually. The three of us sat on one side of the deck, with our other friends sat on the other side, turned towards us, watching us. Waiting for us to do something silly. Perhaps it was this thought, of being seen like zoo animals, that initiated the bad part of my trip. For some reason I felt like I had to act normal, participate in conversation, but I was unable to do much but listen. I started to become filled with negative thoughts, and fear. Real, true fear that I was going to die. My irrational brain thought the vendor mixed up the drugs, that we had taken lethal levels of something else, that I had overdosed. I tried to think back to my family, but it was hard to recall memories and feelings from further back than that day. Still, I felt bad for the trauma I would put them through if I died. I thought of how my death would look, overdosing on some white powder in an expensive beach house. My brain was on overdrive, trying to be rational, but failing. Part of me knew I would be fine, even if I fell asleep, which I was trying to avoid at all costs. I thought if I fell asleep, I would never wake up.
Along with these thoughts, the hallucinations were already vivid. The line of trees in his backyard seemed to engulf most of my vision past the deck. I felt like everything was closing in on me-- this was the end. I had put on my playlist of trippy music, but it became too intense, and I had to turn it off. Looking at my friends that I was tripping with became almost unbearable. I could no longer see them as people, as my closest friends, but as aliens. Or rather, I was an alien, visiting this planet, trying to make sense of the life forms that inhabited it. They looked like fleshy, blobby creatures, with facial features randomly thrown on, with no sense of symmetry. It kept making me think back to those thumb people from Spy Kids.
I was also scared by the auditory hallucinations that I was hearing. The music, as well as other sounds in general, would slow down, then speed back up to normal. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I would also hear one part of the song, then suddenly hear it again, to the extent that the tracks sounded like they were skipping. Noises in general became very weird, so weird that it's difficult to explain. A 'you had to be me, on that drug, at that time' sort of thing. The best way I can explain it is that noises got crunchy, like eating tinfoil. I didn’t know what to think of any of this, as I haven’t really had much experience with auditory hallucinations.
But at some point during this awfulness, I let go. I accepted whatever was going to happen to me, and even though I was still tripping hard in a bad way, I joined my other dose-mates in dancing to whatever was playing. This made me feel a lot better, even though I wasn't in the dancing mood. And then suddenly, it was like the clouds parted, and the sun poured down on my soul. I think my ego was dissolved, died, however you want to put it, and I was reborn into the beautiful world of 4-AcO. After dancing, our sinuses out of nowhere emptied themselves. I was laughing hysterically, unable to stop myself, while simultaneously sobbing. R kept having to blow his nose copiously, and it was one of the first times of many that we compared ourselves to both useless babies, and old people.
I went with A to put on bathing suits, and while doing that, almost succumbed to lying down to nap many times. I was extremely tired, but I kept telling myself it was the drugs that made me tired, since I had just woken up from a complete night of sleep. This thought kept me from falling asleep. Soon after that, I felt an amazing sense of euphoria that went on to last for hours, through the peak and plateau of my trip. I didn’t end up putting on my bathing suit, but in my delight, went into the pool with all my clothes on. Being in the pool was amazing, as the water held me, suspended me. We commented that we felt like retired elderly, living in Florida, with nothing else but free time. Visuals were beautiful, with the swirling type that I saw a lot of with 2C-E, especially in the trees surrounding the backyard. Again they looked like tendrils, coming in towards me. I also again saw things looking like they were pulsating and breathing. But new to this drug was the detailed pixelation I was seeing. Looking close at people, I saw distinct, blocky pixels instead of smooth skin. Colors were intensified. Everything looked like there was a layer of invisible puzzle pieces over it. I could see the lines of the pieces, fitting together snuggly.
Once I left the pool it became a whirlwind of craziness. I never really knew what time it was, because even when I would find out, I would forget moments later. My mantra for the trip was ‘Wait…what time is it?’, because it always mystified me how time was stretched in such odd ways. Me and A decided to take a bath, because we thought it was a beautiful bath with a great view of the backyard. But first we had to go to the basement for whatever reason our convoluted, drugged out brains could produce. I went to the bathroom, and she waited in there with me to go. But at this point, I couldn’t move off of the toilet. I just sat there, talking to her, both of us out of our minds. She ended up brushing her teeth for what felt like forever, while I just sat there, both of us talking in circles. It was around this time that I realized the true craziness of the drug was not in the visuals, but in how it changed your thought process. I would want to do one thing, but immediately be taken with something else, and then something else, while completely forgetting about the first thing. Then I’d snap back to what I originally planned to do, only to forget about it moments later. It was the vicious cycle of constantly being refreshed and awoken with bursts of euphoria, after downtime of deep introspection. Once we got to the bathroom with the bathtub, R joined us, and what followed was us going mad in there. A had the bathtub, and R had the shower stall. I was very ambivalent, going between the two constantly, looking in the large mirror, looking out the window to the people that were still in the backyard. I don’t know how much time we spent in there, but it felt like eternities. It took even longer to detach myself from my two friends to go put on dry clothes. Every time I left, I returned to say something. This kept going on until I finally could go change. Putting on dry clothes was an amazing relief, and only heightened all of my feelings.
We proceeded to run around like nuts, while the rest of the people in the house were finally getting into their own groove, being fairly drunk and high. It just added to the overall vibe of happy, glorious, euphoria. At some point later I found myself in the third bathroom of the day. R and I sat on the floor in there, looking around. The circular tiles on the wall bloomed at us, and the windowpanes moved in their space. We marveled over the power that this drug had over reality, everything it did to us. We got philosophical. We felt so close to each other in that small bathroom, slipping more and more into the corner, behind the door. This made for complications when people tried to come in, only a couple succeeding. One of our friends came in, and we complimented her copiously on her beauty. Another friend came in and gave us a hand-rolled cigarette, which we happily smoked, although from time to time one of us would forget it was even in our hands. Before this I had not smoked much that day, as doing so would have upset my stomach further. We constructed a text to send to R's mother, which went well, although in retrospect could have ended horribly. Finally I left the bathroom, just to happen upon a cake fight. I was cake-slapped, but just accepted it, went on the deck, smoked a cigarette and some weed. By now I could tell that I was starting to come down, but I tried to milk the trip for what it was worth. I sat by myself, reflecting on everything. Then, it was as if someone gently plucked me out of DMT world and placed me back into reality. The euphoria subsided and I was left with a sense of general well-being, an afterglow if you will. When I looked off into space, I could see some residual visuals trying to present themselves, but the magic was gone.
This was an amazing experience. I learned a lot about myself, as well as my companions that I took the 4-AcO with. The euphoria I experienced was not even paralleled by my favorite MDMA rolls. I only have a few negatives to speak of. There was the bad part of the trip, which was terrifying. I have never thought I was going to die, with such a real fear like that. But if this was my first glimpse at ego loss, I take it as a learning experience, because I came out fine on the other end. That rebirth, renewal, reincarnation (whatever you want to call it), made it all worth it. The only other thing I can complain about it that I can’t seem to recollect some of the trip. I feel like I did not have the same problem to this extent with the 2C-E. But perhaps it was just the crazy atmosphere and insane time dilation. I cannot wait to try this substance again!
Once again I found myself in one of my favorite places to escape, one of my closest friends’ extravagant Montauk vacation house, where I had a great 2C-E trip a couple of months earlier. It being his birthday, I gave him the present of drugs. Him (who we'll call R), our other close friend (lets name her A), and I all dosed around 35mgs of the powder, dissolved in a drink. We decided to take it very early, virtually as soon as I woke up, probably around 12:30-1pm. I have never daytripped before this, so I was certainly excited. Once we took it, we rejoined our friends on the deck outside. There were a solid seven or eight other people there, but they just stuck to smoking and drinking.
The effects came on pretty fast, much faster than 2C-E, dilating my pupils to a size comparable to rolling. As usual with these RCs, I was very nauseous at the beginning, but it subsided eventually. The three of us sat on one side of the deck, with our other friends sat on the other side, turned towards us, watching us. Waiting for us to do something silly. Perhaps it was this thought, of being seen like zoo animals, that initiated the bad part of my trip. For some reason I felt like I had to act normal, participate in conversation, but I was unable to do much but listen. I started to become filled with negative thoughts, and fear. Real, true fear that I was going to die. My irrational brain thought the vendor mixed up the drugs, that we had taken lethal levels of something else, that I had overdosed. I tried to think back to my family, but it was hard to recall memories and feelings from further back than that day. Still, I felt bad for the trauma I would put them through if I died. I thought of how my death would look, overdosing on some white powder in an expensive beach house. My brain was on overdrive, trying to be rational, but failing. Part of me knew I would be fine, even if I fell asleep, which I was trying to avoid at all costs. I thought if I fell asleep, I would never wake up.
Along with these thoughts, the hallucinations were already vivid. The line of trees in his backyard seemed to engulf most of my vision past the deck. I felt like everything was closing in on me-- this was the end. I had put on my playlist of trippy music, but it became too intense, and I had to turn it off. Looking at my friends that I was tripping with became almost unbearable. I could no longer see them as people, as my closest friends, but as aliens. Or rather, I was an alien, visiting this planet, trying to make sense of the life forms that inhabited it. They looked like fleshy, blobby creatures, with facial features randomly thrown on, with no sense of symmetry. It kept making me think back to those thumb people from Spy Kids.
I was also scared by the auditory hallucinations that I was hearing. The music, as well as other sounds in general, would slow down, then speed back up to normal. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I would also hear one part of the song, then suddenly hear it again, to the extent that the tracks sounded like they were skipping. Noises in general became very weird, so weird that it's difficult to explain. A 'you had to be me, on that drug, at that time' sort of thing. The best way I can explain it is that noises got crunchy, like eating tinfoil. I didn’t know what to think of any of this, as I haven’t really had much experience with auditory hallucinations.
But at some point during this awfulness, I let go. I accepted whatever was going to happen to me, and even though I was still tripping hard in a bad way, I joined my other dose-mates in dancing to whatever was playing. This made me feel a lot better, even though I wasn't in the dancing mood. And then suddenly, it was like the clouds parted, and the sun poured down on my soul. I think my ego was dissolved, died, however you want to put it, and I was reborn into the beautiful world of 4-AcO. After dancing, our sinuses out of nowhere emptied themselves. I was laughing hysterically, unable to stop myself, while simultaneously sobbing. R kept having to blow his nose copiously, and it was one of the first times of many that we compared ourselves to both useless babies, and old people.
I went with A to put on bathing suits, and while doing that, almost succumbed to lying down to nap many times. I was extremely tired, but I kept telling myself it was the drugs that made me tired, since I had just woken up from a complete night of sleep. This thought kept me from falling asleep. Soon after that, I felt an amazing sense of euphoria that went on to last for hours, through the peak and plateau of my trip. I didn’t end up putting on my bathing suit, but in my delight, went into the pool with all my clothes on. Being in the pool was amazing, as the water held me, suspended me. We commented that we felt like retired elderly, living in Florida, with nothing else but free time. Visuals were beautiful, with the swirling type that I saw a lot of with 2C-E, especially in the trees surrounding the backyard. Again they looked like tendrils, coming in towards me. I also again saw things looking like they were pulsating and breathing. But new to this drug was the detailed pixelation I was seeing. Looking close at people, I saw distinct, blocky pixels instead of smooth skin. Colors were intensified. Everything looked like there was a layer of invisible puzzle pieces over it. I could see the lines of the pieces, fitting together snuggly.
Once I left the pool it became a whirlwind of craziness. I never really knew what time it was, because even when I would find out, I would forget moments later. My mantra for the trip was ‘Wait…what time is it?’, because it always mystified me how time was stretched in such odd ways. Me and A decided to take a bath, because we thought it was a beautiful bath with a great view of the backyard. But first we had to go to the basement for whatever reason our convoluted, drugged out brains could produce. I went to the bathroom, and she waited in there with me to go. But at this point, I couldn’t move off of the toilet. I just sat there, talking to her, both of us out of our minds. She ended up brushing her teeth for what felt like forever, while I just sat there, both of us talking in circles. It was around this time that I realized the true craziness of the drug was not in the visuals, but in how it changed your thought process. I would want to do one thing, but immediately be taken with something else, and then something else, while completely forgetting about the first thing. Then I’d snap back to what I originally planned to do, only to forget about it moments later. It was the vicious cycle of constantly being refreshed and awoken with bursts of euphoria, after downtime of deep introspection. Once we got to the bathroom with the bathtub, R joined us, and what followed was us going mad in there. A had the bathtub, and R had the shower stall. I was very ambivalent, going between the two constantly, looking in the large mirror, looking out the window to the people that were still in the backyard. I don’t know how much time we spent in there, but it felt like eternities. It took even longer to detach myself from my two friends to go put on dry clothes. Every time I left, I returned to say something. This kept going on until I finally could go change. Putting on dry clothes was an amazing relief, and only heightened all of my feelings.
We proceeded to run around like nuts, while the rest of the people in the house were finally getting into their own groove, being fairly drunk and high. It just added to the overall vibe of happy, glorious, euphoria. At some point later I found myself in the third bathroom of the day. R and I sat on the floor in there, looking around. The circular tiles on the wall bloomed at us, and the windowpanes moved in their space. We marveled over the power that this drug had over reality, everything it did to us. We got philosophical. We felt so close to each other in that small bathroom, slipping more and more into the corner, behind the door. This made for complications when people tried to come in, only a couple succeeding. One of our friends came in, and we complimented her copiously on her beauty. Another friend came in and gave us a hand-rolled cigarette, which we happily smoked, although from time to time one of us would forget it was even in our hands. Before this I had not smoked much that day, as doing so would have upset my stomach further. We constructed a text to send to R's mother, which went well, although in retrospect could have ended horribly. Finally I left the bathroom, just to happen upon a cake fight. I was cake-slapped, but just accepted it, went on the deck, smoked a cigarette and some weed. By now I could tell that I was starting to come down, but I tried to milk the trip for what it was worth. I sat by myself, reflecting on everything. Then, it was as if someone gently plucked me out of DMT world and placed me back into reality. The euphoria subsided and I was left with a sense of general well-being, an afterglow if you will. When I looked off into space, I could see some residual visuals trying to present themselves, but the magic was gone.
This was an amazing experience. I learned a lot about myself, as well as my companions that I took the 4-AcO with. The euphoria I experienced was not even paralleled by my favorite MDMA rolls. I only have a few negatives to speak of. There was the bad part of the trip, which was terrifying. I have never thought I was going to die, with such a real fear like that. But if this was my first glimpse at ego loss, I take it as a learning experience, because I came out fine on the other end. That rebirth, renewal, reincarnation (whatever you want to call it), made it all worth it. The only other thing I can complain about it that I can’t seem to recollect some of the trip. I feel like I did not have the same problem to this extent with the 2C-E. But perhaps it was just the crazy atmosphere and insane time dilation. I cannot wait to try this substance again!
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