Tylerdurden
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I had tried AMT a few times before mainly on my own or with one other friend. This time I decided to do it with a close female friend (M) who had come to visit me. We also had a little pot & alcohol(too little unfortunately).
We ate one gelcap(approx. 45mg) each at 10 pm. Knowing the sadness & restlessness that AMT causes when you’ve got nothing to do, I suggested we go check out a club in a city about an hours drive away. I figured it would take 2 hrs. to come on anyway so I would be driving sober. We got there fine, stopped in a pub for a beer waiting for the place to open, & around 11:20pm we both started feeling the effects quite strongly. I also noticed it became more interesting to just sit & observe people, like a kid at a zoo. Time to do some dancing! But no, the place turned out to be an ultra- high class place & one look at our eyes & the bouncer refused to let us in(excuse: you aren’t dressed elegant enough). It was now 11:40 & I was really flying at this point, the only trouble was that now I had to drive around in a big city I wasn’t familiar with to find another place, which proved very difficult indeed. I remember thinking why traffic lights took so long to turn green, I was convinced it was because I had been spacing out & missed the green. AMT has a way of confusing you because on one side you’re very clear-headed, while on the other you’re tripping like acid. We finally found another club, but it was also this rich-good-boy-don’t-do-drugs-except-cocaine place & the people there were really starting to annoy me. I swear i could read their minds & knew if they had done coke, while asking directions for another club(not that I could really understand directions at this point, but it was fun talking to someone & watching them talk to me), I casually lit a joint right there & started intentionally puffing on people waiting in line there. I was even thinking on yelling out if anyone wanted to share it with us, thank god I didn’t! At 12.30pm I shared some of my thoughts with M & she decided it was better if we headed back home before I pulled some Fear & loathing in Las Vegas stunt. So yes what I feared came upon me, I had to drive an hour back home peaking on AMT, it might as well could have been a 10 hr. Drive cause the time dilation was extreme at this point. On the way home M & I had a very nice discussion on various topics, also I was starting to feel that sort of “concentrated depression” that I’ve felt other times doing AMT alone, but talking about it with M was so liberating, it made me feel 100x better. I was also very concerned about driving now & that I didn’t want anything to happen, but M was having a great time since she didn’t have to drive, staring at the lights of other cars & buildings flying by. She kept saying she didn’t envy me ‘cause I had to drive. We ended up going to a disco next to my house where my mom used to take me when I was 14. The crowd there is the typical straight, middle-class, 30-40yr. old crowd. But we found another dance floor with some good house, & to my surprise, a bunch of kiddies rolling there asses off!! Walking into that place I felt like an alien visiting earth, and everyone looked so pathetic to me, especially the 30yr guys hitting on plastic painted chicks almost seemed grotesque. Many times I would have told someone how pathetic they looked, but M was always there to keep me out of trouble. For once in my life I didn’t feel slightly inferior to everyone else in a club, I felt like I was god in there. I was seeing plenty visuals at this point(3:00am) but it just seemed normal to me at the time that walls & surfaces should be warping & wiggling, & shadows dancing around everywhere. Reality is what astounded me the most!
At 3:30 we had a couple drinks, but I didn’t feel the light tipsy feeling of the alcohol, I was still peaking at this point. If I heard any sort of music I just couldn’t keep still. Sometimes I would catch myself thinking something really twisted(like something I’d be thinking on acid), but since my head was so clear at the same time I’d end up laughing at myself. We spent most of the evening dancing, going for water, or being all over each other on some couch. Once we discovered how much fun kissing was, nether of us could get enough! The place closed at 4am, & my body felt heavy, my mind on the other hand was racing. Back home I started to notice the visuals, everything seemed to be moving. I was sitting on the toilet taking a piss when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a crocodile head on the heater, it started melting & dripping towards the floor, when I turned it was just a pair of underwear. M was sitting on her bed staring at her hands saying, “I never knew they looked so ugly” so I started staring at mine, Wohh! Veins were popping out every where & they were bigger than usual. We smoked the last 2 hash joints we had, & cuddled up on a bed listening to music. I completely forgot what it meant to be sober, I just had no mental landmarks anymore(approx. 5:30am). Our conversation at this point was limited to describing our visuals and expressing gratitude for each others presence, or simply to babble about the most incredible nonsense which did seem to make sense at the time! We couldn’t sleep so I opted for a movie, what did I chose in my altered state of mind? Saving Private Ryan. No the blood & guts didn’t freak us out, we thought it was hilarious, & the pathetic patriotism even more so! Normally I hate that film, being of German origin, But this time it was amusing, almost like watching a Disney film. The more serious the actors were in a scene, the funnier it was! I finally fell asleep around 10am, craving for weed, wine & benzos.
It was a pleasant experience, Amt is now one of my drugs of choice. I do regret not having any benzos on hand. Amt lasts SO long otherwise. But one Amt trip is worth 2 months of psychotherapy.
I hope you find this report readable/interesting, it's my first trip report.
[ 10 January 2002: Message edited by: Tylerdurden ]
We ate one gelcap(approx. 45mg) each at 10 pm. Knowing the sadness & restlessness that AMT causes when you’ve got nothing to do, I suggested we go check out a club in a city about an hours drive away. I figured it would take 2 hrs. to come on anyway so I would be driving sober. We got there fine, stopped in a pub for a beer waiting for the place to open, & around 11:20pm we both started feeling the effects quite strongly. I also noticed it became more interesting to just sit & observe people, like a kid at a zoo. Time to do some dancing! But no, the place turned out to be an ultra- high class place & one look at our eyes & the bouncer refused to let us in(excuse: you aren’t dressed elegant enough). It was now 11:40 & I was really flying at this point, the only trouble was that now I had to drive around in a big city I wasn’t familiar with to find another place, which proved very difficult indeed. I remember thinking why traffic lights took so long to turn green, I was convinced it was because I had been spacing out & missed the green. AMT has a way of confusing you because on one side you’re very clear-headed, while on the other you’re tripping like acid. We finally found another club, but it was also this rich-good-boy-don’t-do-drugs-except-cocaine place & the people there were really starting to annoy me. I swear i could read their minds & knew if they had done coke, while asking directions for another club(not that I could really understand directions at this point, but it was fun talking to someone & watching them talk to me), I casually lit a joint right there & started intentionally puffing on people waiting in line there. I was even thinking on yelling out if anyone wanted to share it with us, thank god I didn’t! At 12.30pm I shared some of my thoughts with M & she decided it was better if we headed back home before I pulled some Fear & loathing in Las Vegas stunt. So yes what I feared came upon me, I had to drive an hour back home peaking on AMT, it might as well could have been a 10 hr. Drive cause the time dilation was extreme at this point. On the way home M & I had a very nice discussion on various topics, also I was starting to feel that sort of “concentrated depression” that I’ve felt other times doing AMT alone, but talking about it with M was so liberating, it made me feel 100x better. I was also very concerned about driving now & that I didn’t want anything to happen, but M was having a great time since she didn’t have to drive, staring at the lights of other cars & buildings flying by. She kept saying she didn’t envy me ‘cause I had to drive. We ended up going to a disco next to my house where my mom used to take me when I was 14. The crowd there is the typical straight, middle-class, 30-40yr. old crowd. But we found another dance floor with some good house, & to my surprise, a bunch of kiddies rolling there asses off!! Walking into that place I felt like an alien visiting earth, and everyone looked so pathetic to me, especially the 30yr guys hitting on plastic painted chicks almost seemed grotesque. Many times I would have told someone how pathetic they looked, but M was always there to keep me out of trouble. For once in my life I didn’t feel slightly inferior to everyone else in a club, I felt like I was god in there. I was seeing plenty visuals at this point(3:00am) but it just seemed normal to me at the time that walls & surfaces should be warping & wiggling, & shadows dancing around everywhere. Reality is what astounded me the most!
At 3:30 we had a couple drinks, but I didn’t feel the light tipsy feeling of the alcohol, I was still peaking at this point. If I heard any sort of music I just couldn’t keep still. Sometimes I would catch myself thinking something really twisted(like something I’d be thinking on acid), but since my head was so clear at the same time I’d end up laughing at myself. We spent most of the evening dancing, going for water, or being all over each other on some couch. Once we discovered how much fun kissing was, nether of us could get enough! The place closed at 4am, & my body felt heavy, my mind on the other hand was racing. Back home I started to notice the visuals, everything seemed to be moving. I was sitting on the toilet taking a piss when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a crocodile head on the heater, it started melting & dripping towards the floor, when I turned it was just a pair of underwear. M was sitting on her bed staring at her hands saying, “I never knew they looked so ugly” so I started staring at mine, Wohh! Veins were popping out every where & they were bigger than usual. We smoked the last 2 hash joints we had, & cuddled up on a bed listening to music. I completely forgot what it meant to be sober, I just had no mental landmarks anymore(approx. 5:30am). Our conversation at this point was limited to describing our visuals and expressing gratitude for each others presence, or simply to babble about the most incredible nonsense which did seem to make sense at the time! We couldn’t sleep so I opted for a movie, what did I chose in my altered state of mind? Saving Private Ryan. No the blood & guts didn’t freak us out, we thought it was hilarious, & the pathetic patriotism even more so! Normally I hate that film, being of German origin, But this time it was amusing, almost like watching a Disney film. The more serious the actors were in a scene, the funnier it was! I finally fell asleep around 10am, craving for weed, wine & benzos.
It was a pleasant experience, Amt is now one of my drugs of choice. I do regret not having any benzos on hand. Amt lasts SO long otherwise. But one Amt trip is worth 2 months of psychotherapy.
I hope you find this report readable/interesting, it's my first trip report.
[ 10 January 2002: Message edited by: Tylerdurden ]
