I took 15 mg of the fumarate salt last night and had a full +3 experience. I've taken 20 and 25 mg of the same compound before, with the latter causing a great deal of nausea and discomfort during the come up, but neither compared to the dose I ingested last night. I suppose that would be due to the fact that I was with company on those other occasions and socializing can be quite distracting.
At one point, I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling and everything began to swirl. It was a sudden unprovoked reaction but I was helpless to stop it. My mouth began to creak open ever so slowly, I could feel the bones in my neck, my esophagus moving, though I had no conscious part in this action. The moisture was sucked out of my body... I can only describe the sensation as my consciousness stripping away from my body; the physical plane and my position in it were very foreign to me at this point, and growing less and less familiar each second. The ceiling gained another dimension, a spherical blob detached itself and hovered several feet below its normal resting place. Beautiful flowing patterns bloomed, both on solid surfaces and superimposed over my vision, morphing and colliding with themselves into new shapes and sizes. Colors everywhere, beautiful neon pink and green borne from ordinary white that must have grown complacent with its mundane nature.
This occurred twice. The first time I was quite surprised, even startled, and rattled myself out of the state in mere moments. The second, I vaporized a bit more cannabis to intensify the trip, and though it took a few moments longer to invoke the same episode, I tried my best to stay still and merely observe. In fact, that's the best way I can describe it... merely observing. I also had a thought loop during this period... I kept thinking, 'We are all one, and I must accept this. This state must be the exodus of acceptance.' I'm not sure if this was a conscious injection into the trip since I had no logical flow of thought to SUPPORT this conclusion, and I have never experienced the feeling of oneness oft reported during psychedelic voyages, so I am somewhat skeptical (but always open to the possibility of) that occurrence.
Besides my notable LSD experiences (which are few), no psychoactive experience has ever been this intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming. I am sure I barely even scratched the surface of what introspection on psychedelics has to offer, but I am still flabbergasted by how 15 mg of 4-AcO-DMT offered an encounter so cathartic and purging that I am excited to go back and delve deeper than I have ever ventured before. I actually wish I could surmise as to the cause of this state... it's really a mystery to me.
Something to note, as a tangent: The last time I took this chemical I did so all in one gulp. 25 mg down the hatch. The come up was too swift to be comfortable for me, so this time I took two 7.5 mg doses wrapped in small pieces of napkin 5 mins apart. It actually changed the character of the drug, if only by a small margin. I encourage everyone that has been intrigued by the differing subjective effects of related substituted tryptamines to attempt to alter the pharmacokinetics as I have and then experience the difference it makes.