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Bluelighter
I hastily weighed the DOC before class because there was a concert that night and I wanted to take the DOC in class so I would already be like 4 hours into the trip by the time the concert started. About an hour and forty five minutes after dosing I realized that my pupils were getting larger and I was walking faster, and colors seemed to slightly change. I was handling it very well in class and navigated home about two hours in. When I got home I took some dabs and did a tiny amount of MXE, then the trip seemed to get stronger at an alarming rate. Everything started to have a golden glow to it and started moving, the bodily stimulation sent me into an extremely sensual state where I thought about the women that I'd been trying to get with and ended up masturbating.
After that I felt very odd as if I was being "dirty" and started to trip way harder, My closed eye visuals were greenish reddish gold patterns and my entire frame of vision was shifting.
I realized that I was possibly going to be tripping too hard for the show and decided to take some alprazolam powder I had but I wanted to be able to remember the show so I took a very tiny tiny crumb that really did nothing lol.
Then I was walking through the hood with my buddy on the way to his house because thats where we were leaving from. He stopped so he could talk to person he knew on the way and I started really freaking out because the hood is scary as fuck while you're tripping. I was looking up at the road ahead of me as it looked like a carpet flapping through the wind orchestrated into psychedelic depth-perceptionless slow motion. This was still only about 3 hours in, I was really starting to realize I was tripping wayy too hard. I went in my buddys house to pregame with everyone else who was going and the music they were playing started pitch shifting and I was getting such strong audio hallucinations it almost seemed like my own consciousness was trying to scare me out of going.
I was laying on my friend's bed and I kept sitting up and frantically holding my head like, "holy shit man I really don't know if i'm gonna make it this is like way too much!" eventually I piped up and said I needed a benzo or else I probably wouldn't be going. luckily my other friend had a liquid etizolam solution and he dropped like 6 drops of it on my tongue right off the bat(looking back now I would have had him only do 4 drops [1mg] or less)
so then we were on our way, I felt the immense pleasure of a super high dose of DOC but with none of the edge or anxiety involved.
*DOC is fucking powerful lol*
I got in the car to go to the concert pretty much just accepting that I was the person that took wayy too much drugs. I didn't wanna bring everyone else down though so I just sucked up my craziness and went. My buddy E was on painkillers because he had just broken his arm and we were all crammed into the back of my buddy C's car with a few other people. E had a girl on his lap and for some reason my tripping mind thought he was going to like damage his legs from being crammed into a car on painkillers and I kept asking if he was okay, and he was like, 'ya dood I have a hot girl on my lap like wtf.'
I was clearly monged lol but the sugary glycerine taste of the etizolam solution was assuring me that everything was going to be quite alright.
I got out of the car and immediately saw someone I lived with a few years prior and hadn't seen in many months, but I was so spun I like barely said hi to him. Getting in there was weird and it was venue I'd never been to so I was super out of my element just tripping FACE and on mxe dabs and etizolam. The sound of all the people inside the venue talking sounded like a strange sea of sonic data unless you made eye contact while you were talking to me I pretty much didn't hear you. I took four more drops of etizolam so at this point I was on 2.5 mg etizolam, ~7 mg of DOC, and probably like 35mg of mxe or so.
I was verrry intoxicated. I don't remember all that much besides seeing a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a very long time and feeling like the ground was about five feet further away than usual and covered in patterns. I remember just being generally a jackass about how high I was to half the people I talked to. There was something about the venue I didn't like and I was basically just following around the people who were taking care of me in my near catatonic state.
Eventually everyones ready for the big show to begin and my friends are all asking about the MXE i brought. The security was pretty tight at this show and it was pretty well lit so I was paranoid as hell trying to find a spot to do my mxe safely, and I end up wandering around until I found a safe spot to do it, and like a benzo'd out idiot I did like most of what was in the bag like almost 100mg, right before the main act came on and that's where I black out completely.
I went into a totally anesthetic state and my friends had to pretty much carry me out of the concert I have absolutely no memory of this, and obviously they weren't very happy with me considering if I'd just given them some in stead of doing it all we all would have had a better time.
I woke up sitting on my friend alex's bed but everything in the room looked very foreign to how i've normally seen it. The first thing I said was "when did you get this mattress?" even though I literally helped him put that exact mattress there when he moved in years prior. It was like somehow, everything seemed renewed.
Upon regaining consciousness I felt incredible! like one of the best MXE afterglows I've ever had combined with the relaxing self confidence that DOC seems to give me (at doses that aren't super high). I was still tripping pretty hard from the improperly weighed quantity of DOC and when I took some dabs it was like holy shit a whole new wave of visuals again. I had this delicious wax at the time and each dab I took just tasted so great and made my body stimulation feel slightly warmer and more manageable. C chilled with me until late late at night and I was still tripping to the point where my hands would grow to pretty much the size of basketballs if I held them in front of my face and waved them over eachother.
The next day I was such a happy go lucky manic motherfucker it was great.
I took an in class essay the next day that I was entirely unprepared for (didn't know I was taking it until I got to the class and everyone was studying and panicking) and got a C on it by writing the dumbest most nonsensical shit I've ever had to write in college. One of the prompts was about machiavellianism and I started it with a very sarcastic "Machiavelli would be a great president."
I kept that essay on my fridge because I loved being reminded of how everything turned out a-okay, despite everything going wrong from the very beginning lol (when I tried to accurately weigh 1mg on a very old and probably not calibrated gemini-20 scale). I'm assuming I did somewhere over 4mg, considering that when I took 4.5 mg a few years ago with a bit of a tolerance it was WAY less strong
After that I felt very odd as if I was being "dirty" and started to trip way harder, My closed eye visuals were greenish reddish gold patterns and my entire frame of vision was shifting.
I realized that I was possibly going to be tripping too hard for the show and decided to take some alprazolam powder I had but I wanted to be able to remember the show so I took a very tiny tiny crumb that really did nothing lol.
Then I was walking through the hood with my buddy on the way to his house because thats where we were leaving from. He stopped so he could talk to person he knew on the way and I started really freaking out because the hood is scary as fuck while you're tripping. I was looking up at the road ahead of me as it looked like a carpet flapping through the wind orchestrated into psychedelic depth-perceptionless slow motion. This was still only about 3 hours in, I was really starting to realize I was tripping wayy too hard. I went in my buddys house to pregame with everyone else who was going and the music they were playing started pitch shifting and I was getting such strong audio hallucinations it almost seemed like my own consciousness was trying to scare me out of going.
I was laying on my friend's bed and I kept sitting up and frantically holding my head like, "holy shit man I really don't know if i'm gonna make it this is like way too much!" eventually I piped up and said I needed a benzo or else I probably wouldn't be going. luckily my other friend had a liquid etizolam solution and he dropped like 6 drops of it on my tongue right off the bat(looking back now I would have had him only do 4 drops [1mg] or less)
so then we were on our way, I felt the immense pleasure of a super high dose of DOC but with none of the edge or anxiety involved.
*DOC is fucking powerful lol*
I got in the car to go to the concert pretty much just accepting that I was the person that took wayy too much drugs. I didn't wanna bring everyone else down though so I just sucked up my craziness and went. My buddy E was on painkillers because he had just broken his arm and we were all crammed into the back of my buddy C's car with a few other people. E had a girl on his lap and for some reason my tripping mind thought he was going to like damage his legs from being crammed into a car on painkillers and I kept asking if he was okay, and he was like, 'ya dood I have a hot girl on my lap like wtf.'
I was clearly monged lol but the sugary glycerine taste of the etizolam solution was assuring me that everything was going to be quite alright.
I got out of the car and immediately saw someone I lived with a few years prior and hadn't seen in many months, but I was so spun I like barely said hi to him. Getting in there was weird and it was venue I'd never been to so I was super out of my element just tripping FACE and on mxe dabs and etizolam. The sound of all the people inside the venue talking sounded like a strange sea of sonic data unless you made eye contact while you were talking to me I pretty much didn't hear you. I took four more drops of etizolam so at this point I was on 2.5 mg etizolam, ~7 mg of DOC, and probably like 35mg of mxe or so.
I was verrry intoxicated. I don't remember all that much besides seeing a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a very long time and feeling like the ground was about five feet further away than usual and covered in patterns. I remember just being generally a jackass about how high I was to half the people I talked to. There was something about the venue I didn't like and I was basically just following around the people who were taking care of me in my near catatonic state.
Eventually everyones ready for the big show to begin and my friends are all asking about the MXE i brought. The security was pretty tight at this show and it was pretty well lit so I was paranoid as hell trying to find a spot to do my mxe safely, and I end up wandering around until I found a safe spot to do it, and like a benzo'd out idiot I did like most of what was in the bag like almost 100mg, right before the main act came on and that's where I black out completely.
I went into a totally anesthetic state and my friends had to pretty much carry me out of the concert I have absolutely no memory of this, and obviously they weren't very happy with me considering if I'd just given them some in stead of doing it all we all would have had a better time.
I woke up sitting on my friend alex's bed but everything in the room looked very foreign to how i've normally seen it. The first thing I said was "when did you get this mattress?" even though I literally helped him put that exact mattress there when he moved in years prior. It was like somehow, everything seemed renewed.
Upon regaining consciousness I felt incredible! like one of the best MXE afterglows I've ever had combined with the relaxing self confidence that DOC seems to give me (at doses that aren't super high). I was still tripping pretty hard from the improperly weighed quantity of DOC and when I took some dabs it was like holy shit a whole new wave of visuals again. I had this delicious wax at the time and each dab I took just tasted so great and made my body stimulation feel slightly warmer and more manageable. C chilled with me until late late at night and I was still tripping to the point where my hands would grow to pretty much the size of basketballs if I held them in front of my face and waved them over eachother.
The next day I was such a happy go lucky manic motherfucker it was great.
I took an in class essay the next day that I was entirely unprepared for (didn't know I was taking it until I got to the class and everyone was studying and panicking) and got a C on it by writing the dumbest most nonsensical shit I've ever had to write in college. One of the prompts was about machiavellianism and I started it with a very sarcastic "Machiavelli would be a great president."
I kept that essay on my fridge because I loved being reminded of how everything turned out a-okay, despite everything going wrong from the very beginning lol (when I tried to accurately weigh 1mg on a very old and probably not calibrated gemini-20 scale). I'm assuming I did somewhere over 4mg, considering that when I took 4.5 mg a few years ago with a bit of a tolerance it was WAY less strong
