• Find All Reports by Search Term
    Find Reports
    Find Tagged Reports by Substance
    Substance Category
    Specific Substance
    Find Reports
  • Trip Reports Moderator: Cheshire_Kat

(DOI, Cannabis, Psilocybin & N2O) – First Time – A Superior amphetamine alternative.

ForEverAfter

Ex-Bluelighter
Joined
Jan 16, 2012
Messages
2,829
Location
interzone
(DOI, Cannabis, Psilocybin & N2O) – First Time – A Superior amphetamine alternative.

0:00 – Consumed one tab of DOI and three gel caps, each containing roughly 0.32 grams dried Psilocybe Subaeruginosa. The DOI had a very strong chemical taste.

Since this is my first experience with the drug, it’s impossible for me to accurately predict the mg content. I’m sure it’ll take a while to kick in, though, due to the combination of the lengthy trip cycle, a full stomach and the presence of gel caps.

+00:30 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. Feel a little light-headed from the nitrous. The DOI is starting to kick in already. Rising very smoothly. No unpleasant side effects whatsoever. I don’t feel heavy or physically overwhelmed during the initial stages, as I often do with LSD/psilocybin. The amphetamine part of the DOI is giving me energy. I feel slightly sharper than I did before consumption, more alert.

+1:00 – Nothing significant yet. I’m starting to wonder if the DOI is any good. Then again, I don’t know how long it’s supposed to take to kick in. Rolled a large joint, containing roughly a third of a gram. Going outside to smoke.

+1:30 – I am more stoned than I should be. The effects of the cannabis are magnified substantially. Much more so than with more mainstream psychedelics. I’ve dabbled in the 2C-X/DOX extended family before, but can’t remember much of the experiences, having combined them both with massive amounts of alcohol. So I have little idea what to expect.

There are minor hallucinations at this point. Fairly stock standard pattern-work, though maybe a little more detailed/complex than usual. Fairly similar to your usual psychedelic fair. My back feels a little stiff. When walking around, I am not loose and relaxed. My joints are slightly constricted, despite being heavily stoned. Feel the urge to dance coming on. My body is moving as if by some unseen puppeteer. Definitely speedier than LSD, but it’s a mild energy – unlike MDMA/ meth.

+1:40 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. I am thrown out of my body, through the ceiling. I see the overcast sky for a split second before returning to my body. I am rocking back and forth. My eyes half shut. My head full of patterns. Closed-eye visuals getting slightly better. Less uniform than early stages of LSD. Like a less intense, non-peak, version of an acid peak – in terms of pattern complexity.

+1:45 – I inhale 8 grams compressed n2o. I hold my breath, my lungs crammed full of gas. My rib cage feels as if it’s going to explode. I hold as long as I can, then release. As I breath out, the auditory hallucinations begin. A sample of something, reverberating, losing its consistency. From sensory to senseless. My heart is racing three times faster than the beat of the song playing on my phone. It feels like my heart is going to break through my ribs like that scorpion thing in alien. The increased heart rate remains for three minutes, as the effects of the drug wear off.

I said yesterday, in my last trip report, that nitrous increases the effects of DXM. But I’m not sure that’s true. I think, perhaps, nitrous pulls you so far out of your inebriated state – so quickly – that you “forget” how you were only seconds before. Then when you’re thrown back into reality, it appears – by contrast – that you are higher than you were. Both of these n2o hits gave me the impression that afterwards I was tripping harder than I had been before inhaling, which is possible. Could be an illusion. Could be a bit of both. One thing is for sure, the effects of the DOI are steadily increasing.

+2:00 – The mushrooms will take considerably longer. I don’t expect to see much sign of them until (+2:30) at the earliest. My head feels weird, I can feel my brain. New nerve endings have appeared on the surface of the organ. It feels like I’s pulsing slightly. My jaw is a little stiff. The inside of my ears feel weird as if I’m at a high altitude. My joints are tighter still. Feels like my bones are locking into place – my skeleton rapidly setting into a calcium statue.

+2:10 – Lay down on a hard surface for a bit. Back feels a little better. Brain has stopped pulsing. Jaw loose again. Hopefully the physical side-effects won’t return. Urge to dance rising. Feeling a little stir-crazy, generally. Don’t want to dance though. I’m still a little tired from yesterday’s 20 hour adventure. Not quite enough energy yet to get me moving properly. Getting there.

+2:45 – Smoked another joint, less than 0.2 of a gram. No substantial speedy or trippy effects yet.

+3:15 – Sudden massive burst of energy about twenty minutes ago. Started bolting around the house, tidying up. Did maybe an sixty, seventy minutes of work in twenty. My brain is racing. DOI is speedier than speed. It’s more speedy than trippy, by a long way. The hallucinations have increased only slightly, whereas my energy levels are still rapidly on the rise. My heart rate is beating faster than usual. I still have a (very slight, almost unnoticeable) sensation around the surface of my brain. Can’t keep sitting here and typing. Need to keep moving.

+3:25 – Very dehydrated all of a sudden. Craving soda. Went for a walk to get some. On the way, the open-eyed hallucinations became significant. Different from what I’m used to. Light sources generated much more light than usual. The sun, because of dense rays extending from its circumference, appeared to occupy more than a quarter of the sky. Easily six times its normal size. As I walked back home, I picked up something in my periphery. Coiled barbed wire ran along the top of a brick fence. The gaps in between the wires revealed a multi-colored sky, in alternating color. Blue sky, purple sky, green sky. It looked as if the spaces in-between wires were shielded by colored lenses.

+3:35 – Consumed a 250ml can of ‘V’ energy drink. As soon as I had the first sip, I could feel the effects. Bursting with energy. Going to clean the entire house. I think DOI goes for something like 16 hours, so I’ve got heaps of time to enjoy the drug later. The house is a fucking pig-sty. It’s been rapidly degenerating into a hovel over the past month. There isn’t a single clean dish. The carpet is hardly visible through the debris. It got beyond the point of no return ages ago, where you decide that too much damage has been done and conclude that there is nothing you can do. But that’s all bullshit. I clean this fucker up in a heartbeat.

+3:50 – After the sun set, the color scheme changed from a reality palette to a series of pastel hues. The red brick path between the grass was less bright than it ought to be. It looked as if the colors had been chosen, as if I was witnessing a painting rather than a landscape. The hallucinations, while interesting, are still not very strong. Also the speedy quality is inconsistent. It comes in waves, more like MDMA in that sense. Though, I am never floored by it. Rather than alternating between speedy and smacked out, or some combination of the two, it alternates between speedy and very speedy. There’ another wave coming now. Need to keep moving.

+4:15 – Occasionally sharp bursts of pattern streak across my field of vision. Jagged split-second eruptions of color. Psychedelic lightning. Thinking about eating some cactus. Probably better to do it later on, after I finish what needs doing.

+4:35 – Still incredibly thirsty. More energy. More and more. It never stops increasing. Drank a liter of water as if it was half a cup.

+4:55 – Need to constantly drink water. Just sculled another half liter. The water tasted incredible against the inside of my mouth and throat. Like some sort of magic potion. When I closed my eyes I could still see my hand and the bottle, three dimensional images burnt into my retina – now comprised of elaborate interlocking geometric patterns. Every time I stop moving for more than five minutes, I get that stiffness in my joints. I need to keep active. Can’t type.

+5:30 – Fucking fuck. I’m still charging like a mother fucker, but I need to stop. I’m going to kill myself the way I’m going. Cleaned most of the house already. Re-arranged the furniture; set up that office space I’ve been meaning to do for over a year. Brain function has significantly increased. This drug is more effective, in terms of practical application, than speed or meth. I find with amphetamines, I tend to jump rapidly from one thing to another. Inside my mind there are a thousand thoughts going in different directions. With DOI, I am clear/focused. The energy doesn’t have a mind of its own; it is mine.

I also seem to have increased sensory perception, particularly auditory. I could distinctly hear a conversation from my neighbor across the street, over traffic. Later, when moving a desk, I dropped a single nail onto the floor. Finding anything amongst the patterns is difficult and, on top of that, there’s very little artificial light in my house. I found the nail instantly. Found is the wrong word. I knew precisely where it was sitting, and at what angle, even though it had bounced clear across the room.
As I vacuumed the room, I noticed subtle repetitions in the random patterns of the wood. One after another, they appeared, as if illuminated. My mind, working overtime, finding order in chaos.

+6:10 – I really like DOI. It is too speedy if anything. Though, as I said, I have no idea what the dose is that I’ve taken. I would say very strong. Any more energy than this would be unpleasant. As it is, I don’t have enough to do to keep myself occupied. My body wants to keep moving constantly. Going to smoke another joint and see if that helps, but I doubt it. More of a social/practical/party drug. Not appropriate for solo introspective type trips. I didn’t realize it would be so incredibly speedy. If the weed doesn’t work to calm it down, I might eat a big chunk of cactus. The sedative effects of the mescaline would be helpful right about now. Need to re-dose on the mushrooms also, as they are wearing off. The DOI, without the mushroom kicker, is significantly less visual.

+6:25 – Making a joint with three different strains of cannabis, evenly distributed in the mix. Distant cars driving down the road sound like helicopters hovering three foot above my head. Very slight, practically undetectable, paranoia associated with the thought. Weed should fix that.

+6:40 – Smoking completely took the edge off the DOI. I am incredibly stoned, thanks to the triforce approach. Feel like collapsing into a puddle on the floor, or watching a movie. Rapid change of pace from before. Strange. It wouldn’t be possible to numb a meth rush with weed. Not significantly. That’s another major plus for DOI as an amphetamine alternative. I’m going to replace speed with it. It’s preferable in every way. The twist of psychedelic lime is nice. It’s a more effective aphrodisiac. (I jerked off earlier.) It’s cheap. Chock full of energy goodness. And, you can smother it with weed – changing it from an amphetamine-based experience to a psychedelic-based experience. The only downside, I guess, is the sixteen hour thing. But it depends on which way you look at it. As long as you have the time to accommodate a lengthier trip, you get two for the price of one. More than that, one or two mild trips, back to back, plus the equivalent your average gram of speed. Ideal for a party environment. I’m definitely going to add it to my festival menu. Need to smoke more weed.

+7:05 – Couldn’t finish the second joint. Insanely stoned. So stoned I can hardly move. I keep zoning off into a trance-like state of non-existence. Can’t keep focusing on this report. Need to go relax for a while, if that’s possible. My joints are getting stiff again, now that I’ve been inactive for a while. That’s another negative for DOI vs. speed that I forgot about. Speed has many negatives also, though; and DOI still comes out on top, IMO. My body should relax a bit more once I lie down and get comfortable.

+7:50 – Weed doesn’t last as long. Smoking is not an effective method of temporarily smothering the amphetamines. Eating weed would do the trick. Need to make some firecrackers.

+8:45 – Went to 7-Eleven to get supplies. The street lights had the usual white rays of light extending from all sides. Also, underneath each street light was a vertical bar divided up into colors. Mostly different shades and arrangements of green and purple. Each light, a different pattern –these metal mushrooms, refracting light into bar codes. The headlights of passing cars are brilliantly white. They glow in the darkness like a pair of wolf eyes.

I can’t find peanut butter for the firecrackers, so I go up to the counter. A Japanese guy that doesn’t speak English very well is doing the graveyard shift. I ask him if he sells peanut butter. I find it quite difficult to talk. I am tripping harder than I thought I was. The Japanese guy laughs, then covers his mouth. His face is turning red. I remain straight-faced. He wipes the smile off his face and says, “Is it a medical thing?” As a result of my incoherent mumbling, he heard “penis butter.” I attempted to word it out, using proper diction. I repeated it a couple of times, emphasizing peanut carefully, but it was no use. He continued to suppress the giggles; apparently, he has never heard of peanut butter.

I find it at the back of the store and showed it to him. I don’t think he didn’t make the connection. He was staring at me like a freak-show patron; trying as hard as he could not to laugh. Stoned off my head, my eyes entirely pupils, wandering around in bright red flares asking people illegibly for penis butter. A deranged drug-fiend pervert seeking sexual favors from convenience store employees.

At home, I grind up a further 2.4 grams of weed, using the two stronger strains equally in the mix, and combine it with the leftovers from the triforce. Maybe something like 2.75 grams total, into a fine powder. So fine that the fine particles clump together into normal-sized particles.

Recipe:

1. Put 250 grams of crunchy peanut butter in the bottom of a jar.
2. Sprinkle weed on top. Mix together with a butter knife. Put in microwave for one minute.
3. Transfer peanut butter onto plate.
4. Eat an entire packet of Tim-Tams, using the peanut butter as a dipping sauce.

Use 100 grams of butter, per gram of weed – as a general rule.

+9:30 – I’ve never had more than two grams of weed, orally. Eating has a muscle-relaxing quality that smoking doesn’t. I turn to jelly. Should fix up the joint-stiffness issue. Also, digestion ensures a constant and gradual ingestion of the drug so I don’t have to re-dose. There’s a possibility it will knock me out.

I’m starting to feel a little tired already.

+9:50 – Probably worth noting, DOI doesn’t affect appetite nearly as much as speed/meth/mdma. I had no trouble eating a packet of Tim Tams. Also, although I’m drinking a lot of water I don’t need to piss all the time. Not sure where the water is going. The firecrackers are yet to explode.

+10:00 – Closed-eye visuals have a higher frame rate than usual. The patterns are flickering at high speed, at least 100 frames a second, creating a hypnotizing strobe-like effect.

+11:35 – Going to go to sleep, now. Will write a conclusion in the morning.
 
Last edited:
+18:00 - I wake up, stoned off my head. Very little sign of the DOI. It has run it's course. I go back to sleep.

+23:00 - I wake up, still very stoned.


DOI vs. Speed


PROS

1. Mild psychedelic element adds to the overall experience. There is very little cognitive distortion. No profound overwhelming insights or deep introspective journeys; just hallucinations. More like MDMA, than LSD - with less significantly euphoria.

2. It's cheaper than speed/ meth/ MDMA. In terms of value for money, there aren't too many serious competitors.

3. A superior aphrodesiac to speed/ MDMA. No shrivelled dick or difficulty achieving orgasm.

4. Doesn't drastically reduce appetite like speed/ MDMA/ other amphetamines.

5. Can take the edge off, reduce physiological symptoms, and/or induce sleep, by eating weed. With the right ratio of weed, DOI becomes versatile. Need to experiment a little bit to find the right balance, but I suspect it can be changed from speedy to trippy halfway through the trip, providing two drug experiences for the price of one.

6. Able to focus more on what I'm doing. The speedy effect is not a brain tornado like with speed/meth.

7. Ingestion is not bad for you. The only way to consume speed without potentially damaging your nostrils/ veins/ asshole/ lungs/ teeth is to eat it, which is expensive. Eating DOI is much cheaper than eating speed.

8. Don't need to urinate frequently, like with large doses of speed.

9. It is not very addictive.


CONS

1. Physiological symptoms (joint stiffness, etc.) are somewhat unpleasant, but can be dealt with by eating weed.

2. Length of the trip may be inconvenient, but can be dealt with by eating weed.

3. Need to keep moving constantly. Very physicaly speedy. Has limited application to academic pursuits. Speed is an effective study aid; DOI, not so much.


The winner: 2,5-Dimethoxy-4-iodoamphetamine
 
An update:

Following my DOI trip, I experienced 72 hours of relatively intense depression. At first, I didn't associate it with the drug; there was just this inexplicable weight on me. I felt irritable and disillusioned. My ability to rationalize aspects of my life replaced with a primal fear. It followed me - this terror - in everything that I did. Like the day after an MDMA binge, times three. The same sort of fear people associate with a bad trip. Constantly reminding me that I am worthless. I felt guilty for abusing drugs, once more. The depression that I experienced, a punishment for this chemical thing I ingested; for my arrogance; for the shaman hypocricy; for my defiance of God. I had been thinking, following the DOI trip, that I should return to the festival scene.

There is no sense in taking party drugs in an anti-social environment. Therefore I should start going to parties again. That was the logic. An excuse to reconnect, to return to the chemically-oriented lifestyle I once knew. Clearly that is not the solution. If DOI doesn't fit into my life, I shouldn't change my life to accomodate it. The solution is obvious, now. This drug is not for me. It is a step backwards. Yes it is a superior alternative to other amphetamines in many ways, but I'm not in the market for an amphetamine alternative. On the contrary, I need to stay away from the speed. For that reason, I'm glad that DOI has such long and intense after effects. If the experience was consequence free I might not have come to this conclusion.

I just woke up at five o'clock in the morning after having one of the most intense dreams I can recall...

Pulling myself out of the waves, I sat up ontop of a pair of jagged rocks protruding from the water. A rock cove surrounded us on all sides. My girlfriend, sitting beside me, catching her breath. The underwater horrors we had narrowly escaped, just meters below us. The sun on our faces. Birds flying through the sky. Between the water and the rocks, a sandy expanse. My girlfriend - still recovering from our near-death experience - asked me, "Is this heaven?" to which I replied, "Yes." But she didn't believe it. Where my faith stood, her fear cowered. She sat in the shade of a passing cloud, shivering against the sea breeze. The sun hot on my skin as she sank into the water.

Without thinking I followed, into her nightmare. There was two of her, clones, a surgeon and patient. The latter, lying flat on a cross-between an altar and surgical table. The former, leaning over ready to operate. Demonic creatures, like medical students observing an operation, surrounding the altar. Feasting on her. Tearing her skin to shreds. She turned to look at me, this demonic surgeon. Her hair falling out. Her face covered with fresh wounds. This damned creature, motioning for me to join in; asking me to help her devour herself. I swam down, to try and save her. As I got closer, the ravenous expression on her face became one of desperation. The mirage, disintegrating as I closed in. The more I struggled to free her from her fate, the closer I became to it. Invisible reeds strangling my ankles, pulling me down into the abyss. I returned to the surface, after struggling to free myself; leaving my girlfriend to rip herself to pieces.

On old man now - fat and bald - standing on the threshold. In front of a beachfront resort, where the carefully manicured grass meets the perfect sand. Beside me stood my father, fatter and balder than I. I said to him, "This is great, isn't it," knowing that it wasn't. I didn't believe the words. They were for him, but he didn't believe them either. The beach was a poor substiture for his dead wife. My mother.

We took a few steps onto the sand, then collapsed. Fat and miserable, father and son. I kept trying to convince him that everything was okay but it was no use. He turned to me and smiled, as if to say, "Thanks anyway." Then, a wave crashed over him. I watched as the tide turned him into a sand sculpture. There was no time to save him; in less than a second, he was nothing more than a lump of sand sitting on the beach.

Enraged, I stood up and started laying blame on our oblivious sunbaking neighbours. Somebody needed to be blamed. "I'm fat," I said, "and I'm old and bald." I slapped myself in the face, as if to say, "Come and get me." But nobody was listening. They were all content with their own lives; each one, blissful, surrounded by family. I ran, knee-deep, into the water. Giant clams biting my feet. Miserable fat men threatening to suffocate me with their girth. I blamed them for my father's death. I blamed everyone and everything. I blamed God.

Exhausted, I returned to the sand. To the happy families, on the beach. My parents were among them. My father, sitting beside my mother. Both of them smiling, both young and healthy. A boy, running around, holding a cheap toy plane. I saw a close up of the nose of the plane. The fingers of the boy. I saw my parents, smiling at me. My father said, "this is great, isn't it," and I started to cry. It was all I could do; all I had to offer. My tears; mere consolations. I tried to smile. My eyes, apologizing - in vain - for my absence.

+110:00 - I wake up, crying; the tears from my dream, still soaking my face.
 
Last edited:
Top