bluedolphin said:
Follow up? I've been curious regarding this myself. Sorry you got no love in the other thread there... I doubt many people have tried this ...
I imagine a 2nd plateau DXM dose + moderate doses of Ketamine would be absolutely spectacular though. And probably more euphoric than Ketamine alone. And probably more visually twisted than DXM alone!
So how'd it go?
It was far more intense than I imagined in would be. I had only done the ketamine and DPT combo once before, and that was socially, so I never got deep into it. Even though I did end up using DPT as well last night, I feel pretty comfortable saying that the DXM was a clean potentiator because of the many similarities with my psilocin/ketamine trips that did not include DXM. It also produced the time contraction and amnesic qualities of a higher dose ketamine trip with the same comparable level of dissociation (50mg felt like around 75mg.) Though, I feel that I actually retained more memory than I would have with a higher ketamine dose alone with the DPT. And so, for me, the DXM is not a “clean” potentiator of ketamine in that at a comparable level of raw dissociation it does not reproduce all of ketamine’s qualities (greater amnesia), but it is actually cleaner than ketamine in that it somewhat filters away the contaminant property of amnesia from the experience. I also estimate that the ketamine was extended in duration by at least 30 percent, to ~1.5 hours.
Though the trip lacked some the more prominent features of my psilocin/ketamine trips (like automatic body movements), I was highly impressed by what the DPT was doing at a mere 25mg. It retained the psilocin/ketamine narrative aspect, where there is a very clear sense of moving through and progressing within an experiential space. The next scene of the story would be foreshadowed 5 to 10 seconds before it happened. In this respect, I would feel anxiety before experiencing a sense of being twisted like a wrung rag, and feel a smile of pleasure stretch across my face just before the trip’s grip on me was relaxed, and in other ways with other sensations.
At times, I sensed my body was splayed open, my viscera plated as texture maps over fluctuating phenomenal fields. When I looked at the corner of my bedroom it seemed to enclose its own distinct emotional atmosphere. Following this, I closed my eyes and saw a representation of my face constructed from the orthogonal angles and shadows of that meeting of wall and ceiling—I felt its “mood,” my own subjective experience of what that corner means to me, extended in space and incorporated into the angular aesthetic of the vision of my face. That night my ego painted the walls, selecting colors from a swatch personalized to my palette.
It was also inspiring. I found the metaphor I was looking for to describe an incredible experience I had had the week before on aMT and DPT under the combo’s tutelage. The memory of the last week’s experience was nearly present before my eyes, though even at two hours I found it very difficult to read what I had written under the guidance of that memory without my line of thought breaking apart mid-sentence. There was a strange discrepancy between being able to feel the flow of the sentences as I wrote them and being able to comprehend what I had just written. The result of that effort is the final sentence of a post I just submitted to the DPT thread,
here.
