Background info:
Appearance of substance: white/clear broken crystals. Sort of reminded me of powdered snowflakes.
Health/set: depressed and maybe a little underweight from stimulant use
Setting: My house in the same room I've had comfortable mushrooms experiences.
The following is my experience with a 5-meo-DALT overdose I experienced in the summer of 2010:
I had recently found my first RC vendor and was buying up some of what they had to offer although their selection was limited. I purchased during a short period of time some phenazepam, JWH-018, and 5-meo-DALT. I was having a good time with the former two two but was a tad frustrated with the latter as I had never been able to experience significant effects. Based on what few trip reports I uncovered I was expecting something a bit more noticeable. There were effects but it certainly wasn't as strong as cannabis or any of the other, more traditional, psychedelic substances I had taken. One night I decided to see how much I needed to take for a strong effect.
What I should have done was separate out doses differing in a few milligrams each and take them spaced out over a period of days or better yet weeks. I instead started taking unmeasured doses (Licking my finger an putting it in the bag like a dumb ass. I could do this forever with JWH so I guess I got careless.) every hour or so. I'm not sure what combination of cannabis, phenazepam, jwh-018, and possibly dextroamphetamine or methylphenidate I may have been on but it was definitely at least two of them. This is the stage where all the terrible decisions were made. I was a different person then, depressed and in the throes of stimulant addiction, and I would never be this irresponsible in my current mind.
Guess I blacked out because at some point I woke up. Probably should have gone to the hospital or had someone around to call an ambulance for me. I had passed out on the couch watching TV or something. There was a wet spot on the couch. At the time I thought it was vomit but it may have just been saliva. Immediately I knew something was wrong. My coordination was all kinds of fucked up. My vision had this very strange distortion as if I were viewing the entire world through a layer of crystalline bubble wrap. I Around here I started panicking and begging god or my body or something to just let me live through this and I'd never take drugs again (yeah right). I stumbled to my room and managed to get some sleep somehow.
I woke up the next day totally fine but a little shaken. I was so glad I'd survived. Took me a little while to become comfortable with psychedelics again but have not noticed any long term mental or physical side effects.
Appearance of substance: white/clear broken crystals. Sort of reminded me of powdered snowflakes.
Health/set: depressed and maybe a little underweight from stimulant use
Setting: My house in the same room I've had comfortable mushrooms experiences.
The following is my experience with a 5-meo-DALT overdose I experienced in the summer of 2010:
I had recently found my first RC vendor and was buying up some of what they had to offer although their selection was limited. I purchased during a short period of time some phenazepam, JWH-018, and 5-meo-DALT. I was having a good time with the former two two but was a tad frustrated with the latter as I had never been able to experience significant effects. Based on what few trip reports I uncovered I was expecting something a bit more noticeable. There were effects but it certainly wasn't as strong as cannabis or any of the other, more traditional, psychedelic substances I had taken. One night I decided to see how much I needed to take for a strong effect.
What I should have done was separate out doses differing in a few milligrams each and take them spaced out over a period of days or better yet weeks. I instead started taking unmeasured doses (Licking my finger an putting it in the bag like a dumb ass. I could do this forever with JWH so I guess I got careless.) every hour or so. I'm not sure what combination of cannabis, phenazepam, jwh-018, and possibly dextroamphetamine or methylphenidate I may have been on but it was definitely at least two of them. This is the stage where all the terrible decisions were made. I was a different person then, depressed and in the throes of stimulant addiction, and I would never be this irresponsible in my current mind.
Guess I blacked out because at some point I woke up. Probably should have gone to the hospital or had someone around to call an ambulance for me. I had passed out on the couch watching TV or something. There was a wet spot on the couch. At the time I thought it was vomit but it may have just been saliva. Immediately I knew something was wrong. My coordination was all kinds of fucked up. My vision had this very strange distortion as if I were viewing the entire world through a layer of crystalline bubble wrap. I Around here I started panicking and begging god or my body or something to just let me live through this and I'd never take drugs again (yeah right). I stumbled to my room and managed to get some sleep somehow.
I woke up the next day totally fine but a little shaken. I was so glad I'd survived. Took me a little while to become comfortable with psychedelics again but have not noticed any long term mental or physical side effects.
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