tobala
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This trip is from a while back--1998--but I remember it as one of the most interesting and surreal events of my life.
With regard to street drugs, I've always been paranoid about taking anything except MJ and cocaine. When it comes to psychedelic amphetamines, PEA's, tryptamines, and LSA derivatives, I could never rely on anyone's opinion as to what the substance was or how much was in it. Naturally, this perspective would normally preclude the ingestion of these substances, but being a chem major allowed me to conduct undergraduate "research" in things I was really interested in.
I had spent a number of months trying recipes in the scientific jounals as well as recipes handed down from a cooker who had worked for the Addams Family. As an undergraduate with not a hell of a lot of lab experience, it became clear that, even though the syntheses I was attempting were not difficult," most of the processes delineated in the journals always left out "between-the-lines" chemistry information that one gathers through either apprenticeship or raw experience.
Once I gained some of this experience, the procedures began to yield positive results. MDA was a substance I was most intrigued with, and once I was satisfied that my product was pure (pure white crystals, sharp melting point at the correct temperature), I weighed out a 40 mg test dose.
I had originally planned on taking about 2-3 mg to see if perhaps I had an allergy to MDA, but I since I've never had problems with amphetamines, I felt confident that wasn't the case. I realize that such logic is flawed, but these are the kinds of rationalizations that an impatient f**k such as myself use to stay on the "test-dose-today-trip-tomorrow" schedule
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While still in the lab, I mixed the 40 mg with distilled water and threw it down the hatch. I then hopped in the car and made the 10 minute trip back to my house, getting there about 10:30 PM. At about 10:45, I started to feel some slight effects, and when I looked in the bathroom mirror, my pupils were nice and dilated. I felt really relaxed, and went to bed so I could get up early the next day for the real deal.
After a good night's sleep, at about 11:00 AM on a Saturday I mixed the 110 mg of MDA with distilled water and put it down on an empty stomach. I watched a little TV and then hopped in the shower. As soon as I dried off and walked out of the bathroom, the MDA "takeoff from ground zero" began. The effects were unmistakable, came on very quickly, and felt as if my body was rising through the air while my visual perception of height remained fixed. It was really a very odd sensation which scared me at first, because if the comeup had continued like that for much longer, I wasn't sure how well I'd have been able to handle it.
With my final altitude still an unknown, I just gave myself something to do by running out to the bodega for some spring water and grape juice for hydration purposes. While in the store, the stacks of canned goods and grocery items in the aisles started to sparkle and pulsate. The motions occurred not only in the plane of depth, but also horizontally and vertically to my plane of vision. I still feeling a little scaredy-cat, because the feeling was so new to me. At the same time, it was very relaxing and quite amusing. I was startled when I realized that I was kind of giggling watching the spaghettios cans pulsate and bubble on the store shelf.
At this point I realized that everything was going to be really cool, so I grabbed the fluids and walked back to the house.
Some people on the forums think that TV is a big waste of time while tripping, and I'm sure that it's possible to induce bad trips by watching "Oprah" or C-SPAN, but I get in dark places by watching that s**t when I'm straight. One can have a great trip by paying mind to the TV-set and the TV-setting.
There was a "Space Ghost" marathon on "Cartoon Network," and in post-trip hindsight, the psychedelic gods must have planned that one just for me because Space Ghost became my guru for the afternoon. The trip becomes dreamlike at this point, I can remember extreme relaxation and deep breathing. Watching the walls shimmer and sparkle. Space Ghost getting his pals out of trouble, telling them what had gotten them into trouble in the first place, and taking the time to explain the spiritual things they could incorporate into their cartoon lives that would keep them out of trouble in the future.
After about 2 hours of this form of "enlightened amusement," I channel surfed to the remake of "The Saint" with Val Kilmer and Elisabeth Shue. It really was a great time, and I especially enjoyed the way the special FX crew melted and morphed their faces to fit particular disguises they were wearing.
The physiological charcteristics of the drug included the expected dry mouth and dehydration, as well as extreme dilation of the eyes. I didn't experience eye-wiggle or jaw-clenching, however, and the comedown was smooth and gradual. I was at baseline around 4-5:00 PM.
The next day (Sunday) I felt really tired, so I just hung around the house. It's hard to say if I was feeling after-effects of the drug or if maybe it was that the newness of the experience had worn me out. It wasn't a bad feeling however; in fact mentally I was feeling rather "up."
But as a weird postscript to the trip, when I watched "The Saint" again on Monday, there WERE NO morphing/melting faces, and all that happened in my mind under the influence of MDA. It seemed very dream-like at the time, and remains so 8 years later.
I realize that, since I didn't see the Cosmic Eye or experience long-lost memories of Grandma beating me with a turkey baster, some people might take this as kind of fluffy. Perhaps it is. I don't feel as if I came out with any insights or answers, but rather a different way of seeing how one's mind functions under the influence of a particular drug. And every time I see Space Ghost, it always makes me smile...
With regard to street drugs, I've always been paranoid about taking anything except MJ and cocaine. When it comes to psychedelic amphetamines, PEA's, tryptamines, and LSA derivatives, I could never rely on anyone's opinion as to what the substance was or how much was in it. Naturally, this perspective would normally preclude the ingestion of these substances, but being a chem major allowed me to conduct undergraduate "research" in things I was really interested in.
I had spent a number of months trying recipes in the scientific jounals as well as recipes handed down from a cooker who had worked for the Addams Family. As an undergraduate with not a hell of a lot of lab experience, it became clear that, even though the syntheses I was attempting were not difficult," most of the processes delineated in the journals always left out "between-the-lines" chemistry information that one gathers through either apprenticeship or raw experience.
Once I gained some of this experience, the procedures began to yield positive results. MDA was a substance I was most intrigued with, and once I was satisfied that my product was pure (pure white crystals, sharp melting point at the correct temperature), I weighed out a 40 mg test dose.
I had originally planned on taking about 2-3 mg to see if perhaps I had an allergy to MDA, but I since I've never had problems with amphetamines, I felt confident that wasn't the case. I realize that such logic is flawed, but these are the kinds of rationalizations that an impatient f**k such as myself use to stay on the "test-dose-today-trip-tomorrow" schedule
.While still in the lab, I mixed the 40 mg with distilled water and threw it down the hatch. I then hopped in the car and made the 10 minute trip back to my house, getting there about 10:30 PM. At about 10:45, I started to feel some slight effects, and when I looked in the bathroom mirror, my pupils were nice and dilated. I felt really relaxed, and went to bed so I could get up early the next day for the real deal.
After a good night's sleep, at about 11:00 AM on a Saturday I mixed the 110 mg of MDA with distilled water and put it down on an empty stomach. I watched a little TV and then hopped in the shower. As soon as I dried off and walked out of the bathroom, the MDA "takeoff from ground zero" began. The effects were unmistakable, came on very quickly, and felt as if my body was rising through the air while my visual perception of height remained fixed. It was really a very odd sensation which scared me at first, because if the comeup had continued like that for much longer, I wasn't sure how well I'd have been able to handle it.
With my final altitude still an unknown, I just gave myself something to do by running out to the bodega for some spring water and grape juice for hydration purposes. While in the store, the stacks of canned goods and grocery items in the aisles started to sparkle and pulsate. The motions occurred not only in the plane of depth, but also horizontally and vertically to my plane of vision. I still feeling a little scaredy-cat, because the feeling was so new to me. At the same time, it was very relaxing and quite amusing. I was startled when I realized that I was kind of giggling watching the spaghettios cans pulsate and bubble on the store shelf.
At this point I realized that everything was going to be really cool, so I grabbed the fluids and walked back to the house.
Some people on the forums think that TV is a big waste of time while tripping, and I'm sure that it's possible to induce bad trips by watching "Oprah" or C-SPAN, but I get in dark places by watching that s**t when I'm straight. One can have a great trip by paying mind to the TV-set and the TV-setting.
There was a "Space Ghost" marathon on "Cartoon Network," and in post-trip hindsight, the psychedelic gods must have planned that one just for me because Space Ghost became my guru for the afternoon. The trip becomes dreamlike at this point, I can remember extreme relaxation and deep breathing. Watching the walls shimmer and sparkle. Space Ghost getting his pals out of trouble, telling them what had gotten them into trouble in the first place, and taking the time to explain the spiritual things they could incorporate into their cartoon lives that would keep them out of trouble in the future.
After about 2 hours of this form of "enlightened amusement," I channel surfed to the remake of "The Saint" with Val Kilmer and Elisabeth Shue. It really was a great time, and I especially enjoyed the way the special FX crew melted and morphed their faces to fit particular disguises they were wearing.
The physiological charcteristics of the drug included the expected dry mouth and dehydration, as well as extreme dilation of the eyes. I didn't experience eye-wiggle or jaw-clenching, however, and the comedown was smooth and gradual. I was at baseline around 4-5:00 PM.
The next day (Sunday) I felt really tired, so I just hung around the house. It's hard to say if I was feeling after-effects of the drug or if maybe it was that the newness of the experience had worn me out. It wasn't a bad feeling however; in fact mentally I was feeling rather "up."
But as a weird postscript to the trip, when I watched "The Saint" again on Monday, there WERE NO morphing/melting faces, and all that happened in my mind under the influence of MDA. It seemed very dream-like at the time, and remains so 8 years later.
I realize that, since I didn't see the Cosmic Eye or experience long-lost memories of Grandma beating me with a turkey baster, some people might take this as kind of fluffy. Perhaps it is. I don't feel as if I came out with any insights or answers, but rather a different way of seeing how one's mind functions under the influence of a particular drug. And every time I see Space Ghost, it always makes me smile...
