One more reposted from previous experience.
Friday night, my wife and I sampled the 5-MeO-DiPT we got in the mail that afternoon. My wife did about 12 mg, I did about 14 mg. Because of the low dose, I dissolved 80 mg in 20ml of Bacardi 151 and measured by liquid volume rather than dry weight. The taste was horrible and stuck in the back of my throat for about 10 mins. First effects were felt about 25-30 mins into it and consisted of very faint wavy visuals. Once it started coming on it built gradually for the next hour or hour and a half and stayed at the peak for at least 2 hours, probably longer. One unexpected effect was that the substance just wouldn't let go. We started at around 8:30pm and by 6am it was still going pretty strong. By 5pm, I was able to drive, but was not completely "with it" mentally. It took concentration to maintain an entire conversation in my head and to remember what the topic was. When I went to bed at 10:00pm, I was still rather buzzy in my abdomen and fuzzy in the head. Sunday morning was fine, though. No residual effects or hangover all day other than being tired from lack of sleep the night before. My wife was pretty naseaus throughout the entire night and unfortunately, except for isolated periods didn't have that great a time.
Through the peak of the experience, thoughts tended to pile up and lock me into a sort of trance until I snapped myself out of it. Music was really good, but not excellent. Pink - Like a Pill was particularly enticing (don't ask why we were listening to that song. I have no idea). The experience was strongly molded by the environment for both me and my wife. When music was playing the trip changed to match the mood of the song. Sometimes empathetic, sometimes happy and rolling,but always pleasurable. When the lights were turned off, thoughts became darker. Turning the lights on flipped a switch and everything got mentally brighter. Conversation between my wife and me was on and off, but was fun when we did talk. It wasn't like an MDMA conversation with intense empathy, but was more playful and giddy. This was amplified by the fact that we didn't want to make a lot of noise so we wouldn't wake the sleeping kids.
At one point I had turned off the lights and my wife's thoughts apparently started looping or spiraling. She was concerned that she shouldn't have done this and apparently those thoughts piled up. I heard her start crying and asked what was wrong, but she couldn't answer. She seemed to be getting more and more agitated, so I quickly flipped the lights to try to break her out of her thoughts. She seemed disoriented and I asked her if it was nausea, she said no. I asked if it was pain, she said no. Fear? Yes. She looked at me and her eyes were full of pure terror. I've never seen her look like that before. Afraid of what, I ask? I don't know. Her fear and disorientation subsided in the bright lights and she was completely OK within a couple of minutes.
Another time she was thinking of her parents coming to town (their flight came in the next afternoon). She said: What if we're not down by the time my parents get here? My dad would kill me. And she paused for a minute or so. I eventually said something to her and snapped her out of her thoughts and asked her what she was doing. She said: I saw my dad killing me. Literally. He was hacking and chopping me. I saw my head cracked open and brains all over the floor and walls, but I never really saw a weapon of any kind. Weird.
I think around midnight, the baby (20 months old) woke up and came into our bedroom. This provided some comic releif for a number of reasons. We sat her on the bed and she looked at us both quizzically for a couple of seconds and then smiled and started dancing to the music. It was the most hilarious thing to both of us. My wife later said it was like we were subconciously asking her to be cute and she obliged. We played with her for a little bit and then my wife walked her back to her bed where she went back to sleep.
A little later, the 11 year old got up (this is the most interruption we've ever had while tripping) with a sore throat. We went to his bathroom with him, both of us giggling the whole way because we were completely unable to deal with him normally. We were just sort of faking being "normal". My wife made an offhand comment about his bedroom being a mess and looked at me and shrugged her shoulders which made me laugh even more. We managed to diffuse that problem and get him back to bed, whereupon we decided we were munchy.
I went to the pantry and got package of cheese and a couple of different crackers and a bag of chips. I went back to our bedroom and sat down on the bed where I soon see my wife following me with about a dozen other snacks including peanut butter, marshmallow cream and more cheese. So here we are with a dozen packages of food spread all over our bed. We look at each other and bust up laughing. The cheese felt oily to me and had a funny texture in my mouth. My wife said it felt waxy and thick to her. Everything else was pretty normal tasting, but for the rest of the night and all the next day I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to keep stuffing my face. I wasn't particularly hungry, I don't think. And the feeding didn't feel particularly good. I just felt I needed food, I guess.
All in all, I thought this was a good time. However, I think this one would be more fun with about 4 people, no more and almost certainly no less. I'd like to do it again in a situation where I don't have to be worrying about my wife and making sure she's OK through the entire trip. She was completely turned off by the nausea and duration and it is unlikely that she will ever try it again.
Friday night, my wife and I sampled the 5-MeO-DiPT we got in the mail that afternoon. My wife did about 12 mg, I did about 14 mg. Because of the low dose, I dissolved 80 mg in 20ml of Bacardi 151 and measured by liquid volume rather than dry weight. The taste was horrible and stuck in the back of my throat for about 10 mins. First effects were felt about 25-30 mins into it and consisted of very faint wavy visuals. Once it started coming on it built gradually for the next hour or hour and a half and stayed at the peak for at least 2 hours, probably longer. One unexpected effect was that the substance just wouldn't let go. We started at around 8:30pm and by 6am it was still going pretty strong. By 5pm, I was able to drive, but was not completely "with it" mentally. It took concentration to maintain an entire conversation in my head and to remember what the topic was. When I went to bed at 10:00pm, I was still rather buzzy in my abdomen and fuzzy in the head. Sunday morning was fine, though. No residual effects or hangover all day other than being tired from lack of sleep the night before. My wife was pretty naseaus throughout the entire night and unfortunately, except for isolated periods didn't have that great a time.
Through the peak of the experience, thoughts tended to pile up and lock me into a sort of trance until I snapped myself out of it. Music was really good, but not excellent. Pink - Like a Pill was particularly enticing (don't ask why we were listening to that song. I have no idea). The experience was strongly molded by the environment for both me and my wife. When music was playing the trip changed to match the mood of the song. Sometimes empathetic, sometimes happy and rolling,but always pleasurable. When the lights were turned off, thoughts became darker. Turning the lights on flipped a switch and everything got mentally brighter. Conversation between my wife and me was on and off, but was fun when we did talk. It wasn't like an MDMA conversation with intense empathy, but was more playful and giddy. This was amplified by the fact that we didn't want to make a lot of noise so we wouldn't wake the sleeping kids.
At one point I had turned off the lights and my wife's thoughts apparently started looping or spiraling. She was concerned that she shouldn't have done this and apparently those thoughts piled up. I heard her start crying and asked what was wrong, but she couldn't answer. She seemed to be getting more and more agitated, so I quickly flipped the lights to try to break her out of her thoughts. She seemed disoriented and I asked her if it was nausea, she said no. I asked if it was pain, she said no. Fear? Yes. She looked at me and her eyes were full of pure terror. I've never seen her look like that before. Afraid of what, I ask? I don't know. Her fear and disorientation subsided in the bright lights and she was completely OK within a couple of minutes.
Another time she was thinking of her parents coming to town (their flight came in the next afternoon). She said: What if we're not down by the time my parents get here? My dad would kill me. And she paused for a minute or so. I eventually said something to her and snapped her out of her thoughts and asked her what she was doing. She said: I saw my dad killing me. Literally. He was hacking and chopping me. I saw my head cracked open and brains all over the floor and walls, but I never really saw a weapon of any kind. Weird.
I think around midnight, the baby (20 months old) woke up and came into our bedroom. This provided some comic releif for a number of reasons. We sat her on the bed and she looked at us both quizzically for a couple of seconds and then smiled and started dancing to the music. It was the most hilarious thing to both of us. My wife later said it was like we were subconciously asking her to be cute and she obliged. We played with her for a little bit and then my wife walked her back to her bed where she went back to sleep.
A little later, the 11 year old got up (this is the most interruption we've ever had while tripping) with a sore throat. We went to his bathroom with him, both of us giggling the whole way because we were completely unable to deal with him normally. We were just sort of faking being "normal". My wife made an offhand comment about his bedroom being a mess and looked at me and shrugged her shoulders which made me laugh even more. We managed to diffuse that problem and get him back to bed, whereupon we decided we were munchy.
I went to the pantry and got package of cheese and a couple of different crackers and a bag of chips. I went back to our bedroom and sat down on the bed where I soon see my wife following me with about a dozen other snacks including peanut butter, marshmallow cream and more cheese. So here we are with a dozen packages of food spread all over our bed. We look at each other and bust up laughing. The cheese felt oily to me and had a funny texture in my mouth. My wife said it felt waxy and thick to her. Everything else was pretty normal tasting, but for the rest of the night and all the next day I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to keep stuffing my face. I wasn't particularly hungry, I don't think. And the feeding didn't feel particularly good. I just felt I needed food, I guess.
All in all, I thought this was a good time. However, I think this one would be more fun with about 4 people, no more and almost certainly no less. I'd like to do it again in a situation where I don't have to be worrying about my wife and making sure she's OK through the entire trip. She was completely turned off by the nausea and duration and it is unlikely that she will ever try it again.
