31 y/o male. Very experienced tripper. 50+ mushroom trips, many above 10g dry (cubensis). 5 LSD trips. A few DMT vapes. 15ish Salvia 25x.
Very experienced meditator. I know how to keep my shit together.
Ordered 1g of 4-aco-DMT from an online vendor trusted by others. Allergy tested by using a Hayman spatula to take out a tiny amount and eat it. A few hours of slight warping. Just enough to know that it works.
Next day, took out as much as possible from small bag for storage in another container. Used spatula to scrape out every last bit.
Didn't want to waste the residue left in the bag. Couldn't be more than a few mg, surely? Probably not even a psychedelic dose. Only way to recover it is to fill the bag with water and pour it down the hatch. <-- In case it needs to be said, don't ever do this. I'm an idiot.
Dosed at 7:45 pm
t+5: Feeling slight "drunkenness" like the onset of a mushroom trip. Placebo? It's only been 5 min after all.
t+10: Definitely not placebo. Colors brightening, things starting to sway, getting a little hard to walk. Getting excited.
t+15: Decide to go for a walk in the park just outside my apartment. Very powerful visuals. The trees look otherworldly and incredibly beautiful. Similar to mushrooms, but not identical.
t+22: Wife calls. I let her know what's up, but can't seem to remember how to make any sort of conversation, or even how to apologize for being unable to make conversation. Or what conversation is. So I just say "sorry" and she wishes me luck.
t+25: Decide I'm going to complete one loop of the ¼ mile walking path. It's lined with beautiful trees that I've wanted to see while tripping. Feel like I'm on Rainbow fucking Road.
About 1/10th of the way around, I get the powerful sense that this is a dream. Only dreams are this surreal and visually striking. I know that it's not a dream, but start questioning my ability to keep it that way. Never had such a powerful ramp up from anything.
Decide it's time to make the one minute walk back home while I still can.
t+30: Lie down in my darkened room. Put on my fantastic headphones and load up some Solar Fields for a smooth ride. Sounds delicious. CEVs are out of control. Vision tiled with gorgeous fantastic patterns undergoing rapid and brilliant color cycling. Very lifelike.
t+45: Body load is getting uncomfortable. Hard to describe. Sweating, tear stream, headache, disorientation. Gets bad enough that I have to take off headphones and go fetal.
t+60: Fetal is no longer comfortable. Nothing is comfortable. My mind is in a very strange and unpleasant place* I know from strong previous trips, but nothing I can't handle. My main concern is finding a remotely comfortable position. The thought crosses my mind: when you don't have the fetal position, what do you have?
From there, the discomfort starts skyrocketing. I've never felt anything like this, even on 10g+ mushroom trips. What the hell did I eat?
I realize that I'm in "call an ambulance" territory, but what in the shit am I going to tell them? Ate an unknown amount of 4-acetoxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine. How much? "One bag lick." Great, asshole, here's some thorazine. Sleep it off.
No thanks. I'd rather die with some dignity. In my underwear in a dark room.
I have Xanax handy, and know it's used to abort trips, but I assume that's for the mental component, which I can handle. How will it interact with this unusual body load?
t+75: Feels like it's been ages, and it's just getting more painful. Check my trip clock. You must be fucking kidding.
"Didn't want to waste any," he said. What. A. Jackass.
Great tombstone: "Licked the bag."
The main concern, again, is that I've never experienced similar symptoms on mushrooms (or anything else), nor have I read any similar reports online. So just where in hell is this going?
From now til t+120 I'm just basically waiting it out. My extensive meditation practice allows me to keep calm even in the midst of the vicious onslaught. My mind is not wandering or panicking. I'm present and alert for the most part, with bouts of merciful zoning out. During this time I'm also texting a few friends to let them know what's up. Flawless spelling and grammar as always. Make sure to communicate what I took and where to find it in my house, should the need arise later. Yeah, morbid.
t+120: Physical effects start to subside. I realize I've passed the worst of it. At this point there's no interest in psychedelia… if there even is any. Like with mushroom trips, while I may be strongly under the influence, the feeling is one of perfect clearheadedness. No visual effects as far as I can tell. Just happy to be alive.
t+120 - t+240: Just relaxing and appreciating being alive.
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* I might as well describe this "strange place". There's a threshold of mental psychedelia which, once crossed, is like Vegas: what happens there stays there. I can opt to not enter that depth, or choose to enter... but if I enter, "the trip" makes me swear on blood oath (or sanity oath?) that what happens in there will never be communicated to a mortal (myself included).
And indeed, all that I'm able to remember upon coming out is, "that's fucking impossible." Any attempts to bring stuff back with me are met with swift and dire consequences, the way a bouncer might do. No photos inside this place. Maybe even "if you want to touch, you have to pay." I've learned the hard way (on an acid trip) to know my place.
Very experienced meditator. I know how to keep my shit together.
Ordered 1g of 4-aco-DMT from an online vendor trusted by others. Allergy tested by using a Hayman spatula to take out a tiny amount and eat it. A few hours of slight warping. Just enough to know that it works.
Next day, took out as much as possible from small bag for storage in another container. Used spatula to scrape out every last bit.
Didn't want to waste the residue left in the bag. Couldn't be more than a few mg, surely? Probably not even a psychedelic dose. Only way to recover it is to fill the bag with water and pour it down the hatch. <-- In case it needs to be said, don't ever do this. I'm an idiot.
Dosed at 7:45 pm
t+5: Feeling slight "drunkenness" like the onset of a mushroom trip. Placebo? It's only been 5 min after all.
t+10: Definitely not placebo. Colors brightening, things starting to sway, getting a little hard to walk. Getting excited.
t+15: Decide to go for a walk in the park just outside my apartment. Very powerful visuals. The trees look otherworldly and incredibly beautiful. Similar to mushrooms, but not identical.
t+22: Wife calls. I let her know what's up, but can't seem to remember how to make any sort of conversation, or even how to apologize for being unable to make conversation. Or what conversation is. So I just say "sorry" and she wishes me luck.
t+25: Decide I'm going to complete one loop of the ¼ mile walking path. It's lined with beautiful trees that I've wanted to see while tripping. Feel like I'm on Rainbow fucking Road.
About 1/10th of the way around, I get the powerful sense that this is a dream. Only dreams are this surreal and visually striking. I know that it's not a dream, but start questioning my ability to keep it that way. Never had such a powerful ramp up from anything.
Decide it's time to make the one minute walk back home while I still can.
t+30: Lie down in my darkened room. Put on my fantastic headphones and load up some Solar Fields for a smooth ride. Sounds delicious. CEVs are out of control. Vision tiled with gorgeous fantastic patterns undergoing rapid and brilliant color cycling. Very lifelike.
t+45: Body load is getting uncomfortable. Hard to describe. Sweating, tear stream, headache, disorientation. Gets bad enough that I have to take off headphones and go fetal.
t+60: Fetal is no longer comfortable. Nothing is comfortable. My mind is in a very strange and unpleasant place* I know from strong previous trips, but nothing I can't handle. My main concern is finding a remotely comfortable position. The thought crosses my mind: when you don't have the fetal position, what do you have?
From there, the discomfort starts skyrocketing. I've never felt anything like this, even on 10g+ mushroom trips. What the hell did I eat?
I realize that I'm in "call an ambulance" territory, but what in the shit am I going to tell them? Ate an unknown amount of 4-acetoxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine. How much? "One bag lick." Great, asshole, here's some thorazine. Sleep it off.
No thanks. I'd rather die with some dignity. In my underwear in a dark room.
I have Xanax handy, and know it's used to abort trips, but I assume that's for the mental component, which I can handle. How will it interact with this unusual body load?
t+75: Feels like it's been ages, and it's just getting more painful. Check my trip clock. You must be fucking kidding.
"Didn't want to waste any," he said. What. A. Jackass.
Great tombstone: "Licked the bag."
The main concern, again, is that I've never experienced similar symptoms on mushrooms (or anything else), nor have I read any similar reports online. So just where in hell is this going?
From now til t+120 I'm just basically waiting it out. My extensive meditation practice allows me to keep calm even in the midst of the vicious onslaught. My mind is not wandering or panicking. I'm present and alert for the most part, with bouts of merciful zoning out. During this time I'm also texting a few friends to let them know what's up. Flawless spelling and grammar as always. Make sure to communicate what I took and where to find it in my house, should the need arise later. Yeah, morbid.
t+120: Physical effects start to subside. I realize I've passed the worst of it. At this point there's no interest in psychedelia… if there even is any. Like with mushroom trips, while I may be strongly under the influence, the feeling is one of perfect clearheadedness. No visual effects as far as I can tell. Just happy to be alive.
t+120 - t+240: Just relaxing and appreciating being alive.
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* I might as well describe this "strange place". There's a threshold of mental psychedelia which, once crossed, is like Vegas: what happens there stays there. I can opt to not enter that depth, or choose to enter... but if I enter, "the trip" makes me swear on blood oath (or sanity oath?) that what happens in there will never be communicated to a mortal (myself included).
And indeed, all that I'm able to remember upon coming out is, "that's fucking impossible." Any attempts to bring stuff back with me are met with swift and dire consequences, the way a bouncer might do. No photos inside this place. Maybe even "if you want to touch, you have to pay." I've learned the hard way (on an acid trip) to know my place.
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Seriously though, it won't do any harm. Well, look at it this way, you learned your first lesson with RCs. Never assume anything. First of get a scale(it's unclear if you have one...), you'll never eyeball these chemicals safely. At best you reach the other side safely, at worst..... Bags can be tricky because looking at it, you'll think, "Comparitively it looks like there can't be that much powder in there!", but if you think of it in mathematical terms, a few inch bag that contained one gram of a sticky substance could easily have a hundred mgs or more stuck to it.
