captaintom
Bluelighter
At around 3:30pm, I ingest a medium-sized dose of AMT which I have leftover from a batch of 250mg I ordered a few months back. Although I am not sure, I estimate this dose to be somewhere in the region of 50mg. I am fully aware that eyeballing research chemicals is not a wise move but fortunately on this occasion, nothing bad happened.
The occasion for which I have taken the AMT is a friend's leaving gathering He is moving to university the next day and so this is the last time we will see him in a while. It takes me around two hours before I start to feel any effects of the AMT. I feel the familiar strangely floaty amphetamine body high whilst travelling on the bus and a general indistinct aesthetic enhancement is noticed. When I reach the gathering, I am surprised by how little I am feeling the AMT compared to my previous experiences on the substance. I briefly entertain the notion that the material has degraded due to incorrect storage. However, I realise this is unlikely. Nevertheless, I feel cheerful and stimulated with a slightly swimmy headspace. Talking to people feels good and I have several conversations with my friends. Three or four joints are passed around the group and I find the effects of the cannabis synergise pleasantly with those of the AMT. Several of us decide to climb a nearby tree and the suggestion of this activity fills me with joy. I sit in the tree drinking a can of cider and feel very peaceful.
A few members of the group announce their intention to pick up ketamine and the majority of the group put in money for this endeavor. I do ketamine perhaps once a month, rarely more and so my tolerance has remained relatively low. More cannabis is smoked to pass the time while they are gone and I enjoy the conversation and atmosphere. Our friends return with the ketamine and lines are racked up. I snort a medium sized "tester" line to gauge the strength of the k before doing any more. Within 10 minutes or so, I am fully feeling the effects and survey the group with amusement. Watching groups of people on ketamine is a strange experience and the AMT gives me the feeling that it is also incredibly funny. The AMT and k synergise very well, adding a dreamy, psychedelic feel to the k high and a euphoric dissociation to the AMT trip. Feeling much "trippier" now and visuals are apparent. Nothing incredible, but definite patterns as well as the typical tryptamine bending and warping effects.
More k is snorted and after doing so a small group decide to walk to a nearby chinese takeaway. I have absolutely no desire to eat but come with them anyway for the walk. Whilst in the chinese takeaway, I confide to a friend that I am "tripping balls". She asks me what I am seeing and I respond that while I am not getting much in the way of hallucinations, I feel very strongly that the chinese takeaway is purgatory and I am being "held" in a waiting area between this life and the next. I feel neither happy nor sad. We walk back to the gathering and sit and chat for a while, smoking more joints. A guy who I have not met before arrives with some hash. We chat about music and psychedelics and I give him a small line of k. He shares two hash joints with us which I enjoy immensely. The high from the hash is much more clear-headed and "up" than the groggy high that can sometimes result from bud.
Soon we all dedide to head off and say our goodbyes to each other. During the latter part of my walk home, I begin to trip significantly harder. The traffic lights appear to be melting and I can see fantastic rainbow auras around street lamps as well as strange electrical interference patterns in the sky. When I arrive home I decide I am going to try for the k-hole. I rack out two large lines, about the thickness of a drinking straw and the length of a credit card each. After snorting these, I feel incredibly dissociated in a matter of minutes. Lying down in my bed and staring at the ceiling I begin to experience incredibly vivid and varied hallucinations. My entire room feels like a strange interdimensional adventure playground and I watch with great amusement as the ceiling begins to sprout stalactites and a train passes through my window. The AMT is giving the K an incredibly psychedelic flavour and were it not for the dissociation I may be feeling incredibly overwhelmed. Suddenly, I feel myself lurch violently backwards. I move backwards at an incredible speed as if being pulled on an invisible rail. The hole has begun.
Unfortunately, as is often the case with K-holes, it is incredibly difficult for me to explain exactly happened. The hole is significantly more visual than usual and I move through vast caverns and tunnels that appear to be decorated with runic symbols. Reality seems to melt around me. I appear to experience the presence of a friend from college who tells me that everything is okay and that I should just sit back and enjoy it. Eventually, I come out of the hole and am more confused than I have ever been in my entire life. I briefly forget my own identity completely and leave my bedroom and stand in the hallway for what seems like an eternity. Who's house is this? What am I doing here? Everything looks unfamiliar and distorted, my own arms and legs seem to miles away from me. I get a glass of water, and still deeply dissociated lie down and wait for sleep.
All in all this was an interesting experience and one I would likely repeat again if not for a while, combining dissociatives and psychedelics can be confusing and overwhelming. Although I never felt as if I was in danger of losing control, there were moments where I imagine that if you were not expecting that level of intensity, you may begin to freak out slightly.
The occasion for which I have taken the AMT is a friend's leaving gathering He is moving to university the next day and so this is the last time we will see him in a while. It takes me around two hours before I start to feel any effects of the AMT. I feel the familiar strangely floaty amphetamine body high whilst travelling on the bus and a general indistinct aesthetic enhancement is noticed. When I reach the gathering, I am surprised by how little I am feeling the AMT compared to my previous experiences on the substance. I briefly entertain the notion that the material has degraded due to incorrect storage. However, I realise this is unlikely. Nevertheless, I feel cheerful and stimulated with a slightly swimmy headspace. Talking to people feels good and I have several conversations with my friends. Three or four joints are passed around the group and I find the effects of the cannabis synergise pleasantly with those of the AMT. Several of us decide to climb a nearby tree and the suggestion of this activity fills me with joy. I sit in the tree drinking a can of cider and feel very peaceful.
A few members of the group announce their intention to pick up ketamine and the majority of the group put in money for this endeavor. I do ketamine perhaps once a month, rarely more and so my tolerance has remained relatively low. More cannabis is smoked to pass the time while they are gone and I enjoy the conversation and atmosphere. Our friends return with the ketamine and lines are racked up. I snort a medium sized "tester" line to gauge the strength of the k before doing any more. Within 10 minutes or so, I am fully feeling the effects and survey the group with amusement. Watching groups of people on ketamine is a strange experience and the AMT gives me the feeling that it is also incredibly funny. The AMT and k synergise very well, adding a dreamy, psychedelic feel to the k high and a euphoric dissociation to the AMT trip. Feeling much "trippier" now and visuals are apparent. Nothing incredible, but definite patterns as well as the typical tryptamine bending and warping effects.
More k is snorted and after doing so a small group decide to walk to a nearby chinese takeaway. I have absolutely no desire to eat but come with them anyway for the walk. Whilst in the chinese takeaway, I confide to a friend that I am "tripping balls". She asks me what I am seeing and I respond that while I am not getting much in the way of hallucinations, I feel very strongly that the chinese takeaway is purgatory and I am being "held" in a waiting area between this life and the next. I feel neither happy nor sad. We walk back to the gathering and sit and chat for a while, smoking more joints. A guy who I have not met before arrives with some hash. We chat about music and psychedelics and I give him a small line of k. He shares two hash joints with us which I enjoy immensely. The high from the hash is much more clear-headed and "up" than the groggy high that can sometimes result from bud.
Soon we all dedide to head off and say our goodbyes to each other. During the latter part of my walk home, I begin to trip significantly harder. The traffic lights appear to be melting and I can see fantastic rainbow auras around street lamps as well as strange electrical interference patterns in the sky. When I arrive home I decide I am going to try for the k-hole. I rack out two large lines, about the thickness of a drinking straw and the length of a credit card each. After snorting these, I feel incredibly dissociated in a matter of minutes. Lying down in my bed and staring at the ceiling I begin to experience incredibly vivid and varied hallucinations. My entire room feels like a strange interdimensional adventure playground and I watch with great amusement as the ceiling begins to sprout stalactites and a train passes through my window. The AMT is giving the K an incredibly psychedelic flavour and were it not for the dissociation I may be feeling incredibly overwhelmed. Suddenly, I feel myself lurch violently backwards. I move backwards at an incredible speed as if being pulled on an invisible rail. The hole has begun.
Unfortunately, as is often the case with K-holes, it is incredibly difficult for me to explain exactly happened. The hole is significantly more visual than usual and I move through vast caverns and tunnels that appear to be decorated with runic symbols. Reality seems to melt around me. I appear to experience the presence of a friend from college who tells me that everything is okay and that I should just sit back and enjoy it. Eventually, I come out of the hole and am more confused than I have ever been in my entire life. I briefly forget my own identity completely and leave my bedroom and stand in the hallway for what seems like an eternity. Who's house is this? What am I doing here? Everything looks unfamiliar and distorted, my own arms and legs seem to miles away from me. I get a glass of water, and still deeply dissociated lie down and wait for sleep.
All in all this was an interesting experience and one I would likely repeat again if not for a while, combining dissociatives and psychedelics can be confusing and overwhelming. Although I never felt as if I was in danger of losing control, there were moments where I imagine that if you were not expecting that level of intensity, you may begin to freak out slightly.
