bluedolphin
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Recently I had come across 60mg of AMT freebase (this is the stuff that stinks like a bad cheese, as opposed to AMT HCl which was marketed as "odorless" ... if my memory serves me, AMT freebase is a bit more potent by weight). I was a bit apprehensive of taking AMT, because recent experiences with 2C-I and Mescaline made my body feel stimulated with pent-up energy, which I found uncomfortable and distracting. AMT supposedly shared this characteristic. I was also wary of AMT's legendary 18 hour duration. I did not want to be trapped in a state of physical discomfort, tripping balls, for 18 hours.
So my friend Trees calls me up looking for something to do. Since we both ate a quarter sheet each of bunk acid less than a week ago, we were both thinking it would be nice to trip. But the only thing I had was AMT and it didn't seem like we would have time to take it, since he has to wake up at 5:30 the next morning to work, and it was already late afternoon.
Not one to let such minor inconveniences get in the way of a potential trip, Trees suggested we each take 15mg and see what happens.
So I showed up at his house around 5:00pm and put an eyeballed 20mg into each gelcap. Down the hatch, and we go out to his pool for a swim. Too bad his pool water is nasty from not being cleaned recently and its also freezing because of all the rain we just got. So Trees, who has much more of an insulating layer of body fat, goes for a swim while I chill poolside and sit myself down in an inner tube on the deck.
30 minutes later and I'm feeling something. Contrary to what I was expecting, I felt really relaxed, and my heartrate (something I obsess about while tripping) was absolutely normal.
By 7:00pm I am only feeling slightly high from the AMT. So we both dose up about 5mg, bringing our total to 25mg each. We start playing a game called "The Way of the Samurai" for PS2, and I found the plot of the game to be incredibly interesting.
7:30 rolls around and I'm actually feeling pretty high (same intensity as being moderately stoned). Trees is waving his hands around talking about the tracers he's seeing. He seems dissapointed in AMT as compared to 2C-I (his favorite) at this point, but I remind him that according to most reports, we should not be close to peaking yet.
By 8:00 we're mostly just wandering around the house like children seeing everything for the first time. Activities included staring in a mirror, spinning around while looking at the floor, and more waving of hands through the air. My body feels sedated, which I didn't expect, but my mind is racing and my thoughts are filled with all kinds of wacky ideas. We decide its time to smoke a bowl. The nugget that we smoked that night is some of the strongest I've ever come across.
We smoke as we walk our way out to the barn, which is fully equipped with a pool table, surround sound stereo system, and Trees' guitar. By the time we've reached the barn we both agree we've entered a whole other world. Objects are breathing, dripping, swaying, sliding in my vision with absolutely no need to focus on them to force a visual.
Furthermore, my mind has been completely raped. I'm saying things that make no sense at all, and stumbling over my words. I feel like I have embodied Hunter S. Thompson in the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, as I pace around the pool table, stopping to stare at pool sticks and bumping into things, since my perception is so completely altered.
I began to feel the madness creep in. Would I be in a state of lunacy for the rest of this trip? Would I enjoy it? Then I realized the root of my problem. Trees' was pounding away heavy metal riffs at an incredible volume, and with no rest. I told him, for my sanity, that I needed him to stop. He did, and suggested we play a CD instead. So I begin the adventure of getting a CD out of my car.
I don't really know what happened in this time, except that I was trying to find a CD while sitting in my car. I do know that I was extremely easy to distract, and that Trees wandered out looking for me. Whether I was in that car for a very long time or whether Trees just thought I was can't be known. I do remember thinking that several people had joined Trees inside the barn while I was out in my car getting the CD. Seeing that there were no other cars in the driveway, I wondered how they must have snuck inside. This thought may have delayed my return to the barn.
We try to play pool. My skill is not noticeably reduced, as for some reason I am able to hit balls that are moving around on the table. However we both found it impossible to play pool because we were staring in awe at the patterns flowing about the felt surface of the pool table. I don't remember exactly what they looked like, but I remember thinking it seemed like a perfect cross between mescaline and shrooms.
From that point on I plateaued for about the next four hours. The trip was not entirely comfortable, but I was able to focus the buzzing energy into comfortable sedation. CEV's consisted of realistic, yet trippy, images of whatever I could think of. I can't remember much of this time clearly, and I'm in a hurry to get this report written.
The comedown was slow, and the main effect was that the trip became less interesting and the stimulation increased. I watched a bunch of TV until about 3:00am when I decided to try to sleep. I was exhausted by my mind was still racing, I'd guess I probably fell asleep around 4:30am. It seems that my relatively low dose reduced the duration of the trip, while still getting some pretty impressive effects. I woke up the next morning around 11am and still felt fairly messed up. Conversations with people were difficult for the next few hours.
I'm glad I didn't take any more than 25mg, because any more body load than I already had to deal with, especially on the comedown, really would have sucked. The trip was fairly strong visually and mentally. I think if I ever want to trip harder than that I'll eat a bunch of mushrooms or acid for similar effects with a shorter duration and less side effects. This was my last time with AMT. It was fun for sure, but if offered it again I would turn it down because there are better tryptamines.
So my friend Trees calls me up looking for something to do. Since we both ate a quarter sheet each of bunk acid less than a week ago, we were both thinking it would be nice to trip. But the only thing I had was AMT and it didn't seem like we would have time to take it, since he has to wake up at 5:30 the next morning to work, and it was already late afternoon.
Not one to let such minor inconveniences get in the way of a potential trip, Trees suggested we each take 15mg and see what happens.
So I showed up at his house around 5:00pm and put an eyeballed 20mg into each gelcap. Down the hatch, and we go out to his pool for a swim. Too bad his pool water is nasty from not being cleaned recently and its also freezing because of all the rain we just got. So Trees, who has much more of an insulating layer of body fat, goes for a swim while I chill poolside and sit myself down in an inner tube on the deck.
30 minutes later and I'm feeling something. Contrary to what I was expecting, I felt really relaxed, and my heartrate (something I obsess about while tripping) was absolutely normal.
By 7:00pm I am only feeling slightly high from the AMT. So we both dose up about 5mg, bringing our total to 25mg each. We start playing a game called "The Way of the Samurai" for PS2, and I found the plot of the game to be incredibly interesting.
7:30 rolls around and I'm actually feeling pretty high (same intensity as being moderately stoned). Trees is waving his hands around talking about the tracers he's seeing. He seems dissapointed in AMT as compared to 2C-I (his favorite) at this point, but I remind him that according to most reports, we should not be close to peaking yet.
By 8:00 we're mostly just wandering around the house like children seeing everything for the first time. Activities included staring in a mirror, spinning around while looking at the floor, and more waving of hands through the air. My body feels sedated, which I didn't expect, but my mind is racing and my thoughts are filled with all kinds of wacky ideas. We decide its time to smoke a bowl. The nugget that we smoked that night is some of the strongest I've ever come across.
We smoke as we walk our way out to the barn, which is fully equipped with a pool table, surround sound stereo system, and Trees' guitar. By the time we've reached the barn we both agree we've entered a whole other world. Objects are breathing, dripping, swaying, sliding in my vision with absolutely no need to focus on them to force a visual.
Furthermore, my mind has been completely raped. I'm saying things that make no sense at all, and stumbling over my words. I feel like I have embodied Hunter S. Thompson in the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, as I pace around the pool table, stopping to stare at pool sticks and bumping into things, since my perception is so completely altered.
I began to feel the madness creep in. Would I be in a state of lunacy for the rest of this trip? Would I enjoy it? Then I realized the root of my problem. Trees' was pounding away heavy metal riffs at an incredible volume, and with no rest. I told him, for my sanity, that I needed him to stop. He did, and suggested we play a CD instead. So I begin the adventure of getting a CD out of my car.
I don't really know what happened in this time, except that I was trying to find a CD while sitting in my car. I do know that I was extremely easy to distract, and that Trees wandered out looking for me. Whether I was in that car for a very long time or whether Trees just thought I was can't be known. I do remember thinking that several people had joined Trees inside the barn while I was out in my car getting the CD. Seeing that there were no other cars in the driveway, I wondered how they must have snuck inside. This thought may have delayed my return to the barn.
We try to play pool. My skill is not noticeably reduced, as for some reason I am able to hit balls that are moving around on the table. However we both found it impossible to play pool because we were staring in awe at the patterns flowing about the felt surface of the pool table. I don't remember exactly what they looked like, but I remember thinking it seemed like a perfect cross between mescaline and shrooms.
From that point on I plateaued for about the next four hours. The trip was not entirely comfortable, but I was able to focus the buzzing energy into comfortable sedation. CEV's consisted of realistic, yet trippy, images of whatever I could think of. I can't remember much of this time clearly, and I'm in a hurry to get this report written.
The comedown was slow, and the main effect was that the trip became less interesting and the stimulation increased. I watched a bunch of TV until about 3:00am when I decided to try to sleep. I was exhausted by my mind was still racing, I'd guess I probably fell asleep around 4:30am. It seems that my relatively low dose reduced the duration of the trip, while still getting some pretty impressive effects. I woke up the next morning around 11am and still felt fairly messed up. Conversations with people were difficult for the next few hours.
I'm glad I didn't take any more than 25mg, because any more body load than I already had to deal with, especially on the comedown, really would have sucked. The trip was fairly strong visually and mentally. I think if I ever want to trip harder than that I'll eat a bunch of mushrooms or acid for similar effects with a shorter duration and less side effects. This was my last time with AMT. It was fun for sure, but if offered it again I would turn it down because there are better tryptamines.
