T=0.00 2.0 mg DOB
T=2.45 0.75 mg DOB
T=5.00 0.5 g hash
T=8.30 5 mg diazepam
T=9.00 20 mg temazepam
T=10.00 10 beers
T=15.00 50 mg MDMA
After exactly one year it was my second time to try it.
So yesterday morning I ingested 2.0 mg DOB and went back to 'sleep'. The onset was about 3 hours although there were alerts much earlier that also made me uncomfortable physically, laying a little confused. At the 2.5 hour point I got out of bed with this unsettling feeling. Nevertheless my plan was to try a little higher dose this time so I boosted with 0.75 mg.
Nausea persevered for longer than agreeable, at least 4-5 more hours. Luckily I was moving into a distinct psychedelic headspace to keep me occupied. It had a very synthetic quality to it, clear and analytical like I was suddenly able to interface with things like a computer.
I decided to smoke a few tokes of hash to battle the nausea and because I expected that there would be a special synergy. The bodyloads would combine and 'cancel out', the speediness would combine splendidly with some mellowness, or so I thought. And last year the only real beautiful and visual phase of my DOB-trip was triggered by a joint and lasted about as long as the weed acted. The tokes felt pleasant and relieving and the rest of the hash (little less than 0.5 grams of afghan) I chewed up and chased with some chocolate milk.
Now, the DOB was already beginning to manifest itself prominently and convincing and the smoke added to it nicely and immediately. The eaten hash however was working it's way to my brain too and within the hour I drifted into a horrowing episode. My ego was being pulverised while sensory overload grated my every nerve causing major frying syndrome and confusion. When I tried to relax and lay down still I was feeling some kind of spiritual or cosmic vibrations, overwhelming and feeling harmful physically. The visuals reminded a lot of acid but were more clear and clinical.
Beneath all that I felt like god himself cracked a hole in the wall and gazed upon me. I feared I had gone too far this time, considering to stop these psychonautic ventures altogether. It was overwhelmingly profound, but there was nothing constructive about it. Binary programs were run in my consciousness melding my sense of reality with everything else. The thing is, it was done all wrong and nothing could be made from the experience. After a while I was convinced there was no processing or navigating, there was not an option to confront, haggle or turn around - only sheer overload and zapping misery. My mind was contorting and getting slapped around with a six foot sledgehammer. On top of it my heart was racing and I was definitely stimulated to the point of fubar.
I took 5 mgs of diazepam to calm my screaming raw nerves down and feel fluffy. And not long after that 20 mg of temazepam to seal the deal. It worked like magic and pretty much killed the trip. But I also felt like fuck it and for some reason proceeded to drink a gallon of beer. And as if it weren't enough rail 50 mg of very pure MDMA crystal. 8(
It was a long day and night and I do not wish to repeat it as such. Maybe in a long long while without the cannabis... omfg
T=2.45 0.75 mg DOB
T=5.00 0.5 g hash
T=8.30 5 mg diazepam
T=9.00 20 mg temazepam
T=10.00 10 beers
T=15.00 50 mg MDMA
After exactly one year it was my second time to try it.
So yesterday morning I ingested 2.0 mg DOB and went back to 'sleep'. The onset was about 3 hours although there were alerts much earlier that also made me uncomfortable physically, laying a little confused. At the 2.5 hour point I got out of bed with this unsettling feeling. Nevertheless my plan was to try a little higher dose this time so I boosted with 0.75 mg.
Nausea persevered for longer than agreeable, at least 4-5 more hours. Luckily I was moving into a distinct psychedelic headspace to keep me occupied. It had a very synthetic quality to it, clear and analytical like I was suddenly able to interface with things like a computer.
I decided to smoke a few tokes of hash to battle the nausea and because I expected that there would be a special synergy. The bodyloads would combine and 'cancel out', the speediness would combine splendidly with some mellowness, or so I thought. And last year the only real beautiful and visual phase of my DOB-trip was triggered by a joint and lasted about as long as the weed acted. The tokes felt pleasant and relieving and the rest of the hash (little less than 0.5 grams of afghan) I chewed up and chased with some chocolate milk.
Now, the DOB was already beginning to manifest itself prominently and convincing and the smoke added to it nicely and immediately. The eaten hash however was working it's way to my brain too and within the hour I drifted into a horrowing episode. My ego was being pulverised while sensory overload grated my every nerve causing major frying syndrome and confusion. When I tried to relax and lay down still I was feeling some kind of spiritual or cosmic vibrations, overwhelming and feeling harmful physically. The visuals reminded a lot of acid but were more clear and clinical.
Beneath all that I felt like god himself cracked a hole in the wall and gazed upon me. I feared I had gone too far this time, considering to stop these psychonautic ventures altogether. It was overwhelmingly profound, but there was nothing constructive about it. Binary programs were run in my consciousness melding my sense of reality with everything else. The thing is, it was done all wrong and nothing could be made from the experience. After a while I was convinced there was no processing or navigating, there was not an option to confront, haggle or turn around - only sheer overload and zapping misery. My mind was contorting and getting slapped around with a six foot sledgehammer. On top of it my heart was racing and I was definitely stimulated to the point of fubar.
I took 5 mgs of diazepam to calm my screaming raw nerves down and feel fluffy. And not long after that 20 mg of temazepam to seal the deal. It worked like magic and pretty much killed the trip. But I also felt like fuck it and for some reason proceeded to drink a gallon of beer. And as if it weren't enough rail 50 mg of very pure MDMA crystal. 8(
It was a long day and night and I do not wish to repeat it as such. Maybe in a long long while without the cannabis... omfg
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