Ganj
Bluelighter
Me and a few friends had been seshing in my house for about 4 days with various drugs none of which psychedelics. I was extremely sleep deprived having had only 6 hours over the whole 4 days and hadn't slept in about 20 when I took the DOM.
The first few hours were very enjoyable, 'HD' vision, some minor visuals and some mild introspective thinking. At this point it felt like a very mild PD and it had treated me well. A taxi brought 4 other friends over, one of which who had a complete psychedelic car crash of a trip that severely worsened his mental state and schizophrenia on 10mg of DOM. He being a very experienced tripper explained that he was there to help once things went sour. Although at this point I didn't see this happening.
Once the peak hit it was pretty chaotic. Visuals enveloped my visual field although I could still manoeuvre around my house. Me and a friend went to my boiler room to get some air and he started vomiting and freaking out on a high dose of 5-meo-dalt. It was at this point something clicked. For about 10 seconds I felt like I was about to completely lose it. Go manic and say bye to any chance of going back to how I was before the trip. I pulled myself out of it but from this point on I just wasn't right. A horribly dry throat and constant thirst was present from this point on. I managed to get back inside and explained the situation to my friend who offered the help. He gave me the I told you so talk and then gave me some tips which mainly revolved around trying to just get lost in conversation and get past the initial fear but nothing helped.
For about 8 hours I simply sat in that room with everyone else tripping on various PD's just barely making it through. Every second was just a mix of a horrible body load, dry throat mouth and nasal tunnels and a trip that was simply too much to handle. Some trains of though I had to very quickly abort as they felt like they would lead to insanity, thought loops, all accompanied with a really nasty anxiety.
The only thought that gave me any assurance that I would make it out ok was that people probably wouldn't make doses if 1.5 of them put people in the looney bin (although DOM was first sold in stupidly high doses of 20mg funnily enough.)
Eventually it piped down to a more manageable level where I simply sat in pure relief that I wasn't quite as bad as I was before although still wishing it would end.
By hour ~16 I was actually at a very enjoyable level.
I am still so relieved that I got out of this relatively unscathed. The field of vision made of 4 colours you sort of see when tripping is way more prominent then it was before this but I already suffered from pretty bad visual snow.
It will be a while before I touch PD's again, and I have never been so grateful of my sanity. For the love of god people be careful of PD's with such ridiculous lengths as even if its slightly uncomfortable the time will just grind you down. I feel that if I had taken even 6mg I would have had a very enjoyable time but also If I had pushed the dosage much higher there would of been some serious damage.
The first few hours were very enjoyable, 'HD' vision, some minor visuals and some mild introspective thinking. At this point it felt like a very mild PD and it had treated me well. A taxi brought 4 other friends over, one of which who had a complete psychedelic car crash of a trip that severely worsened his mental state and schizophrenia on 10mg of DOM. He being a very experienced tripper explained that he was there to help once things went sour. Although at this point I didn't see this happening.
Once the peak hit it was pretty chaotic. Visuals enveloped my visual field although I could still manoeuvre around my house. Me and a friend went to my boiler room to get some air and he started vomiting and freaking out on a high dose of 5-meo-dalt. It was at this point something clicked. For about 10 seconds I felt like I was about to completely lose it. Go manic and say bye to any chance of going back to how I was before the trip. I pulled myself out of it but from this point on I just wasn't right. A horribly dry throat and constant thirst was present from this point on. I managed to get back inside and explained the situation to my friend who offered the help. He gave me the I told you so talk and then gave me some tips which mainly revolved around trying to just get lost in conversation and get past the initial fear but nothing helped.
For about 8 hours I simply sat in that room with everyone else tripping on various PD's just barely making it through. Every second was just a mix of a horrible body load, dry throat mouth and nasal tunnels and a trip that was simply too much to handle. Some trains of though I had to very quickly abort as they felt like they would lead to insanity, thought loops, all accompanied with a really nasty anxiety.
The only thought that gave me any assurance that I would make it out ok was that people probably wouldn't make doses if 1.5 of them put people in the looney bin (although DOM was first sold in stupidly high doses of 20mg funnily enough.)
Eventually it piped down to a more manageable level where I simply sat in pure relief that I wasn't quite as bad as I was before although still wishing it would end.
By hour ~16 I was actually at a very enjoyable level.
I am still so relieved that I got out of this relatively unscathed. The field of vision made of 4 colours you sort of see when tripping is way more prominent then it was before this but I already suffered from pretty bad visual snow.
It will be a while before I touch PD's again, and I have never been so grateful of my sanity. For the love of god people be careful of PD's with such ridiculous lengths as even if its slightly uncomfortable the time will just grind you down. I feel that if I had taken even 6mg I would have had a very enjoyable time but also If I had pushed the dosage much higher there would of been some serious damage.
