30mg 5-MEO-DiPT, Nitrous, Cannabis, Alcohol - third time - Pure Madness
I have two prior experiences with foxy to this one. Both experiences were with 12mg and nitrous was a large part of both those experiences as well. My first foxy experience was with 12mg, 1mg of xanax, and lots of marijuana and nitrous. The combination was interesting, and the body buzz was uniquely euphoric.
We measured out 232mg of 5-MEO-DiPT and then measured out seven 15mg doses with an accurate scale. This was weird because there was only a little amount of powder remaining after we measured it out. Which is less than half of the doses we should have had. I was confident with my scales ability. It is a diagem ct50, 10g X .002g scale. The problem was it wouldn't read until 8mg. If one does the math they can figure out that these doses were about 30mg.
Setting: This night happened very spontaneously. I was going to go to sleep when K arrived at my house in need of my scale. What was wild was how we all had the next day off of work.
I was in a relatively good state of mind. I just bought a car two days prior, and I have been enjoying quite a bit of R&R this summer. I was familiar with the apartment we were going to be tripping in, and felt safe to experiment there.
I ate a good-sized meal at 8pm and had a relatively full stomach, as did all my other tripping partners except for one, K.
11:00 P.M. - Myself and four of my friends(K, D, D, and J) drop the capsules. We were expecting a more intense trip than the 12mg experience, and in the back of my mind, I prepared for a really intense trip. For I knew that the capsules could contain as much as 30mg. My friends are quite experienced psychonauts as well.
11:30 - The usual foxy edginess kicks in. The come-up is definitely intense. It came on strong and kept progressing. At this moment mass confusion manifested itself. Sounds were majorly distorted as the pitch of everything was "incorrect."
11:45 - J, K, and I decide its time to do a whip it. K never fully recovers from the nitrous. Nitrous takes your mind to a strange reality on nitrous, much like my other experiences with Nitrous and psychadelics. I repeat to endulge myself with the hippy crack. Nitrous catapults me into another realm of existence. During a smaller hit I was out of reality, but I could still see the people in the room. Everything was dark except K's girlfriend who was going "wha wha wha" it was weird, I can't explain what I saw. The nitrous sparked thoughts about where I was headed in my life. This was a thought that pops up from time to time and it happened to show itself tonight. I felt like I was degenerating all I had worked for in my life. Everytime I went into the realm of nitrous my mind would barrage my ego with 1,000 thoughts at the same time. It was if I was being confronted with the all the knowledge I had possessed at the same time sending me a message. This message was the meaning to life as I interpreted it. It was quite an insightful experience.
12:00 - We all realize now that this was going to be one heck of a ride, so we braced ourselves. My one friend K was tripping very hard at this time. The effects of 5-MEO-DiPT vary greatly on the amount of food in your stomach. The emptier your stomach the stronger the effect it will have on you. So needless to say K was tripping the hardest out of all of us. He experienced a large amount of stomach discomfort and made himself vomit.
Usually I take psychadelics in a more intimate setting so I can talk a person out of a bad trip, but with many people around and the amount of confusion I was in, I couldn't talk to him one on one and pull him out of his negative downward spiral of thoughts. The thing to remember people is that what you are experiencing is all inside your head. If you survive the onset and come-up of a drug, and keep yourself in a positive light, then scary trips are rare. All the madness is in one's mind. It might be a different side to reality, but when the drug fades, normal reality manifests again.
We are all having very confused thoughts. I sit around trying to analyze the situation. And wonder if K is going to be fine. I knew he would be okay physically, but his mental state was not too good. He luckily had his girlfriend there to comfort him. She was also on 5-MEO-DiPT, but only 12mg.
1:00am - The trip was really intense at this point and time was passing by very slowly. I just wanted the trip to end. I said to everyone, just give me 6mg of xanax and let it all be over." Or something along the lines of that. But of course, I realize we have no benzos so I convince myself to have fun with the trip and ride it out enjoying myself as much as I could.
The audio distortions are still very intense at this point. The Rabbit In the Moon cd we had on was creating a weird vibe in the room, and K insisted that we turn it off. We knew something was up, because K is a HUGE RITM fan. But music clouds one's thoughts and foxy creates mass confusion, so I understood his request. K was having a hard time getting comfortable. He seemed to be very hot, eventhough we had the Air conditioner on full blast. K leaves to the bathroom and comes out only in his boxers. Everyone looked at each other weird and then started to laugh. Most of us were comfortable with it, except for D, he asked K, "What possessed you to take your pants off." And K replied, "because I wanted to." He later explained that it was to make himself comfortable and that was one of the only ways he knew how.
1:30 - I decided that we needed some chill music to relax the vibe of the apartment. To save it from the pure madness that was erupting. I went down to my car which was parked across the street. As I was walking to my car I was looking at the road, and I bent the visual image and I felt like I was one with the street I was walking on. It is like everything in the world melted into one engulfing my soul in the pavement. I snapped out of this moment and headed to the car. I started getting paranoid thoughts as I tried to stick the key into the lock. I was unable to do simple tasks, but could think about the existence of humans and the universe clearly. Weird how that works. So I finally manage to open my car door, grab the cd's and head back inside. All the while I am hearing voices whispering in the background. One I can recall, "Is someone breaking into that car." Given the confusion I just encountered, I concluded that no one should do this high a dose of 5-MEO-DiPT in public, so I stated, "DO NOT DO FOXY IN PUBLIC!, as I came through the door of the apartment and crashed in relief onto the couch.
2:00 - Everyone was still in their own silent world. And I like to move around when I am on a psychadelic. I enjoy walks and admiring the beauty that exists in the world. Even though I was in a ghetto ass city, and not a majestic landscape. So K's girlfriend and I embark on a walk to the nearby 7-ll. My mission: Cigarettes and a Sobe. Mission: Fulfilled. We then walk back. This is C's first time doing foxy and she is just noticing the different aspects of the chemical. She points out that green objects seem to stand out more than others. I agree and we walk on. The traffic light changes from green to red as we walk away from it. Instantly our occupied space becomes backlit with an eerie green from the stoplight. We just laugh in amusement and continue on.
We reached the apartment again and I take a deep breath before I plunge into the abyss of madness and confusion in the apartment. D and J did all of the remaining nitrous and are fiending for more. They exclaimed how good they felt when they did a balloon. They desired to be with girls after their "euphoric experience." I myself didn't feel anything erotic from the experience, but it was addicting nonetheless. Nitrous leaves one with such a strange sense of insight and amnesia, it is like a desire to relive the moment to try and remember what exactly had happened.
3:00am - One of the only topics that came out of my friends' mouths was how bad they wanted more nitrous. After about 45 minutes of this nonsense I decided to venture on a journey to go get some more. We talk about walking but then realize the state of mind we are in. We figured we would probably get arrested if we walked. So I volunteered to drive to the store. They seemed a bit reluctant, but C, D, J and I hopped in my car to go. After two straight minutes of confusion to get the cd player working, I say "fuck it, we don't need it." And exit the parking lot. I am still tripping quite nicely but driving is very manageable. Although I have driven on many substances with no complications in my driving ability. I think that some people are able to drive while under the influence. There is just such a large number of people that can't drive well sober, that makes it dangerous to assume that anyone can drive well while intoxicated. The mind has many levels of concentration and with the right discipline anything is attainable. Driving is a simple task, and I happened to handle myself well. (please don't flame, I know it is bad to drive while on experimental drugs.) We drive to the store and J walks inside to pick up the nitrous while D and I have a ciggarette and C keeps us company. J comes out of the store very quickly and we depart on our journey back home. We spotted a couple of blues while out on our mission, and I sensed some anxiety/paranoia from J as one crossed the intersection we were stopped at. The total distance roundtrip was 2 miles. On the way back we got the cd player working and D insisted on a track. The track was number 16 on Simply Jeff's Live at Nocturnal Wonderland 2001 cd.
While the audio distortions were still very much there the track was very appealing to my ears. J points out how well he mixes into the next track and scratches it with the utmost presicion and skill. The track was only half way through when we reached our destination. Yet I still had quite a lot of cigarette to go, so I kept the car running and we finished out the track. This next part is one of the coolest parts of the night. C left the car while we just sat and listened to the track. At one point during the song all three of us feel the beat simultaneously and bob our heads at the exact same time. I just wanted to dance so much. I wanted to express my joy through some rythmic movements but I was limited to what I could do in my car. The vibe in the car was so full of energy and happiness I didn't want to kill it. But I turned off my car and we went back up to the apartment.
They immediately cracked open the nitrous and took repeated hits of the "hippy crack." I was given two because I piloted the mission. I loaded the balloon and prepared to catapult into that all too familiar nitrous/foxy plane existence.
Reality faded, it was distorted by the nitrous into a flowing matrix of pixel-like images that moved in harmony to a weird beat. It was like the sounds of the room set the pace of the beat, and the beat then melted my thoughts into one enormous feeling of unknown wisdom of the workings of the world. To put this experience into words is unfair, for human language can't exsplain the complexity of this alternate world. The only way for one to know is for someone to experience it his or herself. Truly bizarre.
4:00am - J, D and I take a walk around the apartment complex. At this point the intensity is tapering off for me. Sounds are becoming more "normal" and my mind is starting to be clear. The weird audio distortion of my voice made me only talk when absolutely necessary earlier in the night. Now my words flowed well from my mouth and we had some nice talks as we ventured through the maze of apartments. D kept saying how he was lost, but J and I assured him we knew how to get back. Another trip moment happened here. I find it weird that things seem to work out perfectly while I'm on a hallucinogen especially. Anyway, all of the apartment buildings seem to converge at a point, and there was a large empty field in the middle of them. I had the urge to hop the fence and go crazy out on the field, but I could tell I was alone on that thought, so I just kept quiet and enjoyed the moment.
On our way back we encountered a car in the neighborhood who was sketching out from our prescence. We laughed at how peculiar someone out at 4 in the morning was wondering what we were doing?!
4:45am - K is emerging from the world of pure madness in his mind and utters a sound. He had been lying on the floor in his own world in silence for a few hours now. It was nice to see him speak. He communicates that he is still feeling the effects very intensely. One could just imagine what he was going through. I myself, found my mind rushing through many negative thoughts throughout the night. One could get into a multitude of twisted thoughts when letting their imagination run wild while on foxy.
5:00am - We express our urge for weed, and pass the time talking and whatnot until we could find some. We went to the store and pick up a couple of beers for J and I. The beer mellowed things out a bit. It was a nice treat at the end of our interesting night.
7:00am - K, J, D and C go to pick up the cannabis, while I mess around on the computer and everyone else went to sleep.
7:30am - We mellow out with some nice mellow tunes and smoke some herb. The marijuana actually brought back some of the body buzz of the 5-MEO-DiPT.
All in all it was a good experience. The night was Pure Madness and confusion all around. A weird vibe was created by the six people on 5-MEO-DiPT in one living room.
This night was most certainly a learning experience. I learned that I need to be more carefull with my scale in the future. This was also the last psychadelic drug I will be doing for a while. I feel throughout my past experiences not only with 5-MEO-DiPT but numerous other chemicals, that I need to quit searching for some order in this chaotic universe and live my life. It focused my concentration on cultivating my reason in school and in life. Many people say 5-MEO-DiPT is not a very usefull chemical. I have to give it much more respect after this experience and acknowledge that any chemical has a usefull purpose. We can't expect the chemicals to do all the work, we have to have some brain power for them to feed off of. While driving home a feeling of excitement to be alive came over me.
Thanks for reading this Very long trip report, and putting up with my scatter-brained structure.
Chris
Here is a link to a reference from that night: http://www.bluelight.ru/cgi/ultimatebb1.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=30&t=000973&p=
[ 30 July 2002: Message edited by: PARADIGM ]
I have two prior experiences with foxy to this one. Both experiences were with 12mg and nitrous was a large part of both those experiences as well. My first foxy experience was with 12mg, 1mg of xanax, and lots of marijuana and nitrous. The combination was interesting, and the body buzz was uniquely euphoric.
We measured out 232mg of 5-MEO-DiPT and then measured out seven 15mg doses with an accurate scale. This was weird because there was only a little amount of powder remaining after we measured it out. Which is less than half of the doses we should have had. I was confident with my scales ability. It is a diagem ct50, 10g X .002g scale. The problem was it wouldn't read until 8mg. If one does the math they can figure out that these doses were about 30mg.
Setting: This night happened very spontaneously. I was going to go to sleep when K arrived at my house in need of my scale. What was wild was how we all had the next day off of work.
I was in a relatively good state of mind. I just bought a car two days prior, and I have been enjoying quite a bit of R&R this summer. I was familiar with the apartment we were going to be tripping in, and felt safe to experiment there.
I ate a good-sized meal at 8pm and had a relatively full stomach, as did all my other tripping partners except for one, K.
11:00 P.M. - Myself and four of my friends(K, D, D, and J) drop the capsules. We were expecting a more intense trip than the 12mg experience, and in the back of my mind, I prepared for a really intense trip. For I knew that the capsules could contain as much as 30mg. My friends are quite experienced psychonauts as well.
11:30 - The usual foxy edginess kicks in. The come-up is definitely intense. It came on strong and kept progressing. At this moment mass confusion manifested itself. Sounds were majorly distorted as the pitch of everything was "incorrect."
11:45 - J, K, and I decide its time to do a whip it. K never fully recovers from the nitrous. Nitrous takes your mind to a strange reality on nitrous, much like my other experiences with Nitrous and psychadelics. I repeat to endulge myself with the hippy crack. Nitrous catapults me into another realm of existence. During a smaller hit I was out of reality, but I could still see the people in the room. Everything was dark except K's girlfriend who was going "wha wha wha" it was weird, I can't explain what I saw. The nitrous sparked thoughts about where I was headed in my life. This was a thought that pops up from time to time and it happened to show itself tonight. I felt like I was degenerating all I had worked for in my life. Everytime I went into the realm of nitrous my mind would barrage my ego with 1,000 thoughts at the same time. It was if I was being confronted with the all the knowledge I had possessed at the same time sending me a message. This message was the meaning to life as I interpreted it. It was quite an insightful experience.
12:00 - We all realize now that this was going to be one heck of a ride, so we braced ourselves. My one friend K was tripping very hard at this time. The effects of 5-MEO-DiPT vary greatly on the amount of food in your stomach. The emptier your stomach the stronger the effect it will have on you. So needless to say K was tripping the hardest out of all of us. He experienced a large amount of stomach discomfort and made himself vomit.
Usually I take psychadelics in a more intimate setting so I can talk a person out of a bad trip, but with many people around and the amount of confusion I was in, I couldn't talk to him one on one and pull him out of his negative downward spiral of thoughts. The thing to remember people is that what you are experiencing is all inside your head. If you survive the onset and come-up of a drug, and keep yourself in a positive light, then scary trips are rare. All the madness is in one's mind. It might be a different side to reality, but when the drug fades, normal reality manifests again.
We are all having very confused thoughts. I sit around trying to analyze the situation. And wonder if K is going to be fine. I knew he would be okay physically, but his mental state was not too good. He luckily had his girlfriend there to comfort him. She was also on 5-MEO-DiPT, but only 12mg.
1:00am - The trip was really intense at this point and time was passing by very slowly. I just wanted the trip to end. I said to everyone, just give me 6mg of xanax and let it all be over." Or something along the lines of that. But of course, I realize we have no benzos so I convince myself to have fun with the trip and ride it out enjoying myself as much as I could.
The audio distortions are still very intense at this point. The Rabbit In the Moon cd we had on was creating a weird vibe in the room, and K insisted that we turn it off. We knew something was up, because K is a HUGE RITM fan. But music clouds one's thoughts and foxy creates mass confusion, so I understood his request. K was having a hard time getting comfortable. He seemed to be very hot, eventhough we had the Air conditioner on full blast. K leaves to the bathroom and comes out only in his boxers. Everyone looked at each other weird and then started to laugh. Most of us were comfortable with it, except for D, he asked K, "What possessed you to take your pants off." And K replied, "because I wanted to." He later explained that it was to make himself comfortable and that was one of the only ways he knew how.
1:30 - I decided that we needed some chill music to relax the vibe of the apartment. To save it from the pure madness that was erupting. I went down to my car which was parked across the street. As I was walking to my car I was looking at the road, and I bent the visual image and I felt like I was one with the street I was walking on. It is like everything in the world melted into one engulfing my soul in the pavement. I snapped out of this moment and headed to the car. I started getting paranoid thoughts as I tried to stick the key into the lock. I was unable to do simple tasks, but could think about the existence of humans and the universe clearly. Weird how that works. So I finally manage to open my car door, grab the cd's and head back inside. All the while I am hearing voices whispering in the background. One I can recall, "Is someone breaking into that car." Given the confusion I just encountered, I concluded that no one should do this high a dose of 5-MEO-DiPT in public, so I stated, "DO NOT DO FOXY IN PUBLIC!, as I came through the door of the apartment and crashed in relief onto the couch.
2:00 - Everyone was still in their own silent world. And I like to move around when I am on a psychadelic. I enjoy walks and admiring the beauty that exists in the world. Even though I was in a ghetto ass city, and not a majestic landscape. So K's girlfriend and I embark on a walk to the nearby 7-ll. My mission: Cigarettes and a Sobe. Mission: Fulfilled. We then walk back. This is C's first time doing foxy and she is just noticing the different aspects of the chemical. She points out that green objects seem to stand out more than others. I agree and we walk on. The traffic light changes from green to red as we walk away from it. Instantly our occupied space becomes backlit with an eerie green from the stoplight. We just laugh in amusement and continue on.
We reached the apartment again and I take a deep breath before I plunge into the abyss of madness and confusion in the apartment. D and J did all of the remaining nitrous and are fiending for more. They exclaimed how good they felt when they did a balloon. They desired to be with girls after their "euphoric experience." I myself didn't feel anything erotic from the experience, but it was addicting nonetheless. Nitrous leaves one with such a strange sense of insight and amnesia, it is like a desire to relive the moment to try and remember what exactly had happened.
3:00am - One of the only topics that came out of my friends' mouths was how bad they wanted more nitrous. After about 45 minutes of this nonsense I decided to venture on a journey to go get some more. We talk about walking but then realize the state of mind we are in. We figured we would probably get arrested if we walked. So I volunteered to drive to the store. They seemed a bit reluctant, but C, D, J and I hopped in my car to go. After two straight minutes of confusion to get the cd player working, I say "fuck it, we don't need it." And exit the parking lot. I am still tripping quite nicely but driving is very manageable. Although I have driven on many substances with no complications in my driving ability. I think that some people are able to drive while under the influence. There is just such a large number of people that can't drive well sober, that makes it dangerous to assume that anyone can drive well while intoxicated. The mind has many levels of concentration and with the right discipline anything is attainable. Driving is a simple task, and I happened to handle myself well. (please don't flame, I know it is bad to drive while on experimental drugs.) We drive to the store and J walks inside to pick up the nitrous while D and I have a ciggarette and C keeps us company. J comes out of the store very quickly and we depart on our journey back home. We spotted a couple of blues while out on our mission, and I sensed some anxiety/paranoia from J as one crossed the intersection we were stopped at. The total distance roundtrip was 2 miles. On the way back we got the cd player working and D insisted on a track. The track was number 16 on Simply Jeff's Live at Nocturnal Wonderland 2001 cd.
While the audio distortions were still very much there the track was very appealing to my ears. J points out how well he mixes into the next track and scratches it with the utmost presicion and skill. The track was only half way through when we reached our destination. Yet I still had quite a lot of cigarette to go, so I kept the car running and we finished out the track. This next part is one of the coolest parts of the night. C left the car while we just sat and listened to the track. At one point during the song all three of us feel the beat simultaneously and bob our heads at the exact same time. I just wanted to dance so much. I wanted to express my joy through some rythmic movements but I was limited to what I could do in my car. The vibe in the car was so full of energy and happiness I didn't want to kill it. But I turned off my car and we went back up to the apartment.
They immediately cracked open the nitrous and took repeated hits of the "hippy crack." I was given two because I piloted the mission. I loaded the balloon and prepared to catapult into that all too familiar nitrous/foxy plane existence.
Reality faded, it was distorted by the nitrous into a flowing matrix of pixel-like images that moved in harmony to a weird beat. It was like the sounds of the room set the pace of the beat, and the beat then melted my thoughts into one enormous feeling of unknown wisdom of the workings of the world. To put this experience into words is unfair, for human language can't exsplain the complexity of this alternate world. The only way for one to know is for someone to experience it his or herself. Truly bizarre.
4:00am - J, D and I take a walk around the apartment complex. At this point the intensity is tapering off for me. Sounds are becoming more "normal" and my mind is starting to be clear. The weird audio distortion of my voice made me only talk when absolutely necessary earlier in the night. Now my words flowed well from my mouth and we had some nice talks as we ventured through the maze of apartments. D kept saying how he was lost, but J and I assured him we knew how to get back. Another trip moment happened here. I find it weird that things seem to work out perfectly while I'm on a hallucinogen especially. Anyway, all of the apartment buildings seem to converge at a point, and there was a large empty field in the middle of them. I had the urge to hop the fence and go crazy out on the field, but I could tell I was alone on that thought, so I just kept quiet and enjoyed the moment.
On our way back we encountered a car in the neighborhood who was sketching out from our prescence. We laughed at how peculiar someone out at 4 in the morning was wondering what we were doing?!
4:45am - K is emerging from the world of pure madness in his mind and utters a sound. He had been lying on the floor in his own world in silence for a few hours now. It was nice to see him speak. He communicates that he is still feeling the effects very intensely. One could just imagine what he was going through. I myself, found my mind rushing through many negative thoughts throughout the night. One could get into a multitude of twisted thoughts when letting their imagination run wild while on foxy.
5:00am - We express our urge for weed, and pass the time talking and whatnot until we could find some. We went to the store and pick up a couple of beers for J and I. The beer mellowed things out a bit. It was a nice treat at the end of our interesting night.
7:00am - K, J, D and C go to pick up the cannabis, while I mess around on the computer and everyone else went to sleep.
7:30am - We mellow out with some nice mellow tunes and smoke some herb. The marijuana actually brought back some of the body buzz of the 5-MEO-DiPT.
All in all it was a good experience. The night was Pure Madness and confusion all around. A weird vibe was created by the six people on 5-MEO-DiPT in one living room.
This night was most certainly a learning experience. I learned that I need to be more carefull with my scale in the future. This was also the last psychadelic drug I will be doing for a while. I feel throughout my past experiences not only with 5-MEO-DiPT but numerous other chemicals, that I need to quit searching for some order in this chaotic universe and live my life. It focused my concentration on cultivating my reason in school and in life. Many people say 5-MEO-DiPT is not a very usefull chemical. I have to give it much more respect after this experience and acknowledge that any chemical has a usefull purpose. We can't expect the chemicals to do all the work, we have to have some brain power for them to feed off of. While driving home a feeling of excitement to be alive came over me.
Thanks for reading this Very long trip report, and putting up with my scatter-brained structure.
Chris
Here is a link to a reference from that night: http://www.bluelight.ru/cgi/ultimatebb1.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=30&t=000973&p=
[ 30 July 2002: Message edited by: PARADIGM ]
