VictorBorge
Bluelighter
So a few days ago I tried 5-MeO-DMT for the first time (trip report here ) and it knocked me on my ass for about 10 minutes.
Then the other day I tried this combo, and it knocked me on my ass for 10 HOURS.
70mg DiPT hcl orally
500mg DXM powder orally, at +1:00
0:00
I engage in my usual practice of dosing (with the DiPT) as I’m leaving work, and letting my bike ride home potentiate the come-up. I find this almost always improves my trips – psychedelics + endorphin rush = very cool. %)
+0:30
As usual, I arrive home as I’m feeling the first alerts. Some color enhancement, body buzz, and mental shift. I’m a little surprised that so far, there are no audio effects at all. I putter around for a while waiting for more (partially breaking my mg scale in the process
), and put on some music so I’ll know when the audio effects begin, if they ever do.
+1:10
Here come the audio effects. Suddenly it sounds like Beck’s band needs to take music lessons. I already described the audio effects to some degree in The DiPT Thread, so I’ll just leave it as “they’re pretty damn cool”.
+1:30
At this point the psychedelic effects of DiPT are becoming more apparent, and I’m having trouble concentrating or thinking much. I wander around the apartment, open the fridge, look out the window, and just generally float about. I think about doing some cannabis, but I don’t feel like it tonight. Instead, I decide to try my first dose of DXM.
Well, I’ll be the first to admit, I didn’t take DXM seriously enough. I thought it was “just like cough syrup”. I thought 500mg would be a fine starting dose – I don’t know where I read this, but I will never try a substance without double checking dosages again. Let it be a lesson to you all: people, 500mg is NOT AN OK STARTING DOSE. Not if you are under 60kg like me, and probably not ever.
+1:45
I begin to realize my mistake when I start to feel new effects in a very short period of time. I lose the rest of my concentration ability, and pretty soon I’m zooming past plateaus 1 and 2 and arriving totally and completely altered at #3. The rest of the trip is just fragments, a few of which I can recall:
- I’m kneeling in front of the toilet getting ready to hurl, but it doesn’t happen. I get up and stumble to the bed, only to stumble right back to the bathroom and hurl for real. As I’m praying to the great porcelain diety, the phone rings, and the voice on the machine is that of a space alien. The DiPT is still doing its work, only now it’s combining with the flanging effects of DXM. I’m in no position to appreciate it, though, as I flush dinner and rest my head on my arms across the bowl. The world is sliding sideways REALLY fast; I haven’t been this dizzy even when really drunk on alcohol.
- I crawl out of the bathroom on hands and knees down the hall, get about halfway to the living room, and then crawl back to puke some more. The cat is watching me with some concern.
- Somehow I’m on the couch in front of the TV. No idea how I got here, nor can I understand a word of what anyone on the news is saying, and I’m contorted into some impossible position where I’m peering out at the screen between two elbows and a knee.
- I’m back on my bed, in the depths of the trip. My vision is completely doubled, everything looks glassy, and I’m about 80% blind. Whenever I open my eyes, I seem to be in a different position, even though I haven’t moved a muscle.
- Behind closed eyes I start to get astounding, feverish hallucinations. Awesome giant machines lurk over me, driven by hidden entities. The audio hallucinations are incomparable, sounds whiz upwards past my left ear and downwards past my right ear, phasing and flanging and making electronic musicians everywhere jealous.
- At some point I become convinced I may never regain my sanity. It really feels possible that I have broken my brain for good. Although I panic about this for a few seconds, I quickly come to terms with my future life of madness, and realize that even if I am institutionalized, I’ll still be ME, and I’ll still have the Power. An evil smile spreads across my face as I feel the Power coursing through me, and for a while the trip becomes almost orgasmically good. But then another entity intrudes, somewhere down and to the right of my waistline, and he/it has a posse with him, and they might want to kick my ass….
- I’m melting, down, down, down into the bed, and then I’m swooping up, and becoming music, and I think “I am become the soundtrack to my life”. This strikes me at the time as a very weird statement, and I vow to remember it for the trip report (I think I got it right).
- I lose most of my long-term memory. I can remember I’m going out of town soon to visit my parents, but I can’t remember when, or even what month I’m in, and I’m afraid I’ll forget about the trip, and my parents will realize what a fuck-up I’ve become. I know I play in a band, but I can’t remember any of our songs, or when our next gig is. I'm sure I'm going to miss it and ruin any chances we have of making it big someday.
+3:30
Somehow I manage to get up, drink some water (can’t imagine eating dinner at this point), brush my teeth and get into bed. The rest of the trip I can't really recall. The combined tryptamine/dissociative comedown felt pretty fucking gross. I’m hot, I’m half-awake half-asleep, I’m queasy, my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and my mouth taste horrible. But I'm too messed up to care really, I just want to drift off.
+15:00
I wake up the next morning with a nasty hangover, which doesn’t depart until about +24:00. Gradually, after I'd eaten and the hangover started to clear, I began to conclude that there were a lot of great things about this trip. I don’t recommend this combo though. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t easy, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t good for my body in the least. I did experience some amazing alternate states of reality and modes of experience, though, and even the hangover was nothing compared to an alcohol hangover. I plan to do both DiPT and DXM again, separately and at much lighter doses, since I'm not sure which one I blame for the unpleasant aspects of this trip, or if it was both.
Thanks for reading.
Then the other day I tried this combo, and it knocked me on my ass for 10 HOURS.
70mg DiPT hcl orally
500mg DXM powder orally, at +1:00
0:00
I engage in my usual practice of dosing (with the DiPT) as I’m leaving work, and letting my bike ride home potentiate the come-up. I find this almost always improves my trips – psychedelics + endorphin rush = very cool. %)
+0:30
As usual, I arrive home as I’m feeling the first alerts. Some color enhancement, body buzz, and mental shift. I’m a little surprised that so far, there are no audio effects at all. I putter around for a while waiting for more (partially breaking my mg scale in the process
), and put on some music so I’ll know when the audio effects begin, if they ever do.+1:10
Here come the audio effects. Suddenly it sounds like Beck’s band needs to take music lessons. I already described the audio effects to some degree in The DiPT Thread, so I’ll just leave it as “they’re pretty damn cool”.
+1:30
At this point the psychedelic effects of DiPT are becoming more apparent, and I’m having trouble concentrating or thinking much. I wander around the apartment, open the fridge, look out the window, and just generally float about. I think about doing some cannabis, but I don’t feel like it tonight. Instead, I decide to try my first dose of DXM.
Well, I’ll be the first to admit, I didn’t take DXM seriously enough. I thought it was “just like cough syrup”. I thought 500mg would be a fine starting dose – I don’t know where I read this, but I will never try a substance without double checking dosages again. Let it be a lesson to you all: people, 500mg is NOT AN OK STARTING DOSE. Not if you are under 60kg like me, and probably not ever.
+1:45
I begin to realize my mistake when I start to feel new effects in a very short period of time. I lose the rest of my concentration ability, and pretty soon I’m zooming past plateaus 1 and 2 and arriving totally and completely altered at #3. The rest of the trip is just fragments, a few of which I can recall:
- I’m kneeling in front of the toilet getting ready to hurl, but it doesn’t happen. I get up and stumble to the bed, only to stumble right back to the bathroom and hurl for real. As I’m praying to the great porcelain diety, the phone rings, and the voice on the machine is that of a space alien. The DiPT is still doing its work, only now it’s combining with the flanging effects of DXM. I’m in no position to appreciate it, though, as I flush dinner and rest my head on my arms across the bowl. The world is sliding sideways REALLY fast; I haven’t been this dizzy even when really drunk on alcohol.
- I crawl out of the bathroom on hands and knees down the hall, get about halfway to the living room, and then crawl back to puke some more. The cat is watching me with some concern.
- Somehow I’m on the couch in front of the TV. No idea how I got here, nor can I understand a word of what anyone on the news is saying, and I’m contorted into some impossible position where I’m peering out at the screen between two elbows and a knee.
- I’m back on my bed, in the depths of the trip. My vision is completely doubled, everything looks glassy, and I’m about 80% blind. Whenever I open my eyes, I seem to be in a different position, even though I haven’t moved a muscle.
- Behind closed eyes I start to get astounding, feverish hallucinations. Awesome giant machines lurk over me, driven by hidden entities. The audio hallucinations are incomparable, sounds whiz upwards past my left ear and downwards past my right ear, phasing and flanging and making electronic musicians everywhere jealous.
- At some point I become convinced I may never regain my sanity. It really feels possible that I have broken my brain for good. Although I panic about this for a few seconds, I quickly come to terms with my future life of madness, and realize that even if I am institutionalized, I’ll still be ME, and I’ll still have the Power. An evil smile spreads across my face as I feel the Power coursing through me, and for a while the trip becomes almost orgasmically good. But then another entity intrudes, somewhere down and to the right of my waistline, and he/it has a posse with him, and they might want to kick my ass….
- I’m melting, down, down, down into the bed, and then I’m swooping up, and becoming music, and I think “I am become the soundtrack to my life”. This strikes me at the time as a very weird statement, and I vow to remember it for the trip report (I think I got it right).
- I lose most of my long-term memory. I can remember I’m going out of town soon to visit my parents, but I can’t remember when, or even what month I’m in, and I’m afraid I’ll forget about the trip, and my parents will realize what a fuck-up I’ve become. I know I play in a band, but I can’t remember any of our songs, or when our next gig is. I'm sure I'm going to miss it and ruin any chances we have of making it big someday.
+3:30
Somehow I manage to get up, drink some water (can’t imagine eating dinner at this point), brush my teeth and get into bed. The rest of the trip I can't really recall. The combined tryptamine/dissociative comedown felt pretty fucking gross. I’m hot, I’m half-awake half-asleep, I’m queasy, my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and my mouth taste horrible. But I'm too messed up to care really, I just want to drift off.
+15:00
I wake up the next morning with a nasty hangover, which doesn’t depart until about +24:00. Gradually, after I'd eaten and the hangover started to clear, I began to conclude that there were a lot of great things about this trip. I don’t recommend this combo though. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t easy, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t good for my body in the least. I did experience some amazing alternate states of reality and modes of experience, though, and even the hangover was nothing compared to an alcohol hangover. I plan to do both DiPT and DXM again, separately and at much lighter doses, since I'm not sure which one I blame for the unpleasant aspects of this trip, or if it was both.
Thanks for reading.
