From reading what people have said on this board, I feel that yes, it's weird that I was able to take those kinds of doses and I considered the possibility it was cut down, but the friend who I referred to earlier who took decreasingly large doses over time got all the way down to 2 mg and still had ended up shirtless in bed listening to music, a person who has blown 28 mg of 2c-b at once, and can obviously handle a hard trip. Because of its potency at those low levels I have hard time believing it was cut. I am also practically best friends with my source, we're in the same fraternity and I know for a fact it was not adulterated by him. Finally, my other friend(frat brother) who weighs much more than me said 12 mg lasted 24 hours for him, where as I always stopped having noticeable visuals at 12-14 hours after ingestion, though the stimulant effect was 16-18 hours for me. Perhaps it just hits me differently than other people. I mean, I can't really say with 100% certainty that it was DOM, I should sneakily get an NMR of it in Orgo lab, but from most trip reports I've read my experience seems to match up pretty well.
I'm going to put write my 24mg in the post and you guys can read about the experience and come to your own conclusions about it. Either way, this was orders of magnitude above 2c's and 5-meO-DMT.
I have to write this from more than 1 years memory, but I guess since I've discussed it so many times with the people who were there, it could be considered more fresh in my mind than that. What's odd about this trip is that I have very little memory of actual visuals, except when I came up, for the rest of the time I was either completely unresponsive, or stuck in what I thought was not reality. Either way I was completely unable to talk for from probably 1.5 hours in to 4-5 hours in.
Some key facts:
Dosage: DOM 24mg +-1mg oral weighed out with a highly accurate mg scale. I remember stealing mg weights from my college physics labs and the scale was never off by more than 1 mg from the labeled value and usually dead on.
My previous usage was at least 2 weeks earlier so I feel that any tolerance I may have built up was gone.
So I ate my 24mg dose, parachuted in a piece of tissue paper and prepared for a long ride, but it would turn out to not be anything like 24mg I done 2-3 weeks earlier.
Upstairs on third floor of the house and in my room
Probably about an hour later, nausea got the best of me and I threw up, which seemed to be a pretty standard occurrence for me. I'm not sure of how long it takes for DOM to fully leave the stomach but I feel confident that I lost very little of my dose's potency. I was already having pretty intense visuals at this point so I decided to look off the 3rd floor fire escape of our fraternity. I remember opening the door and seeing a car drive by with multiple car length of trails behind it, and the sound of it was intensely distorted, like the visuals it like portions of it were cut out. At least I perceived the effects as sounding like they were digitally reproduced at shitty quality, even worse than itunes downloads. I simply remember thinking, "ohhhhhh shhhhhiiiiiiiitttt", as this was just the beginning of the come up. The next vivid memory I have, which probably was preceded by insignificant events like getting some water, was being in my room, in intense discomfort, wanting a bowl but not really wanting to leave my room. I was in there for a short period, at which my friend who never had a good DOM experience knocks on my door, which I interpreted as a little frantic. He had taken 17mg at approximately the same time as me, and I think it was his first DOM experience and my 3rd or 4th. I opened the door and immediately I was taken aback by his lack of shirt and blank, yet concerned look on his face. He then sent my entire trip into meltdown, though I would have ended up incapacitated anyhow, by simply asking me, "What is going on?", and every quality of the way he said seemed to imply that something was going on, and he was totally lost as to what it was. Again, oh shit, crossed my mind.
Downstairs
Some of the downstairs events may not be in exact chronological order but are events that I remember all happening after leaving my room to investigate my shirtless friend's claims.
After seeing my clueless and semi-clothed friend that I began to interpret every single bit of information as the absolute worst possible thing that could possibly be happening. It was also at this point that I think my recollection of things might be out be slightly out of order due to intense discrepancies in time that I was experience, I deduced this from things usually having constant periodic noise that had anything but, speeding up and slowing down. In any case I'm pretty I spent a decent amount of time wandering the first floor. Still in the front of my mind was my shirtless friend and his puzzling statement. It seemed like everyone I saw was sketched out by my presence, subtly sad, and hiding something from me. I'm pretty sure this led to my first very poor interpretation, that I was being set up for a crime I wasn't sure I had committed. I remember just observing some people and then losing them, which I interpreted as them not wanting to be around me for the eventual bust, kind of like in blow when the main character gets hosed by his associates in his last drug deal and they walk out on him, one by one if I remember correctly. I was getting really fucking scared at this point as to me it seemed like I was about to go to jail in the hardest trip of my life. Having been to jail already for making m-80's with things bought off the internet, this was not cool. Another important event would be seeing two prospective pledges for our house show up, except I thought they were M.E.R.T.'s, our schools version of e.m.t's because the first thing they asked was:
Assumed merts: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah, I'm fine
AM(seemingly hostile): You do not look okay.
AM(hostile): What are you on? We know youre on something? Who did you get it from?
Me: From a guy (not wanting to expose my source)
AM: Who is the guy? What is his name?
Me: I don't know, I'm fine(frantic)
I don't know how that conversation ended but I think I just walked away. In retrospect those are normal questions inquisitive friends would ask someone obviously tripping balls. I'm sure their tone was also unhostile. But the weird thing is neither of them claimed to be at the house that day.
Continuing my downstairs experience, still in semi-chronological order.
I know at some point I was on the back porch of our house and I remember seeing my good friend on the porch talking to his girlfriend who was standing on the grass below. I remember them talking, and I immediately interpreted their conversation as extremely hostile toward each other, as if everything they said was an insult and a veiled "fuck you". My memory of the the conversation is spotty but I do remember feeling extremely hurt because his girlfriend was also one of my best friends and we had tripped on 2C-B(2C-thursdays) in large groups and had so many really fun times together and I thought that it was coming to an end right before my eyes. I also just don't like seeing two people just destroy a loving relationship, but more so considering how much I cared for them.
So I'm certain at this point I was extremely confused as to the events going on around me. I must have been thinking "why is everyone so filled with hate, and why do they all hate me too?"
As a little background, about a year before this, I got drunk one night and through an unknown turn of events I ended up falling off a 34 foot balcony,
See Picture. Thankfully I missed those stairs and that tree and landed in the dirt and only broke 5 ribs, 4 vertebrae, my right hip, and punctured/collapsed my right lung. I also ruptured my right ear drum. I still don't know if it was an accident, all I know is that I was probably really depressed about school and life, and it may have been purposeful on my part, because it's almost like I chose that perfect, tiny, landing spot. I have no memory of the incident and that day as I was put into an induced coma for a couple days after. Either way, every single injury I had completely healed as if absolutely nothing bad had ever happened, but for a nicked sized scar on my side where they put a chest tube in.
I don't quite remember how it happened, but at some point I started believing that I was not truly with my actual self anymore, that I was a sort of specter at that point and that my other self, bear with me, was somewhere else. Then I remembered looking off the fire escape earlier, and I immediately had that horrible sinking feeling throughout my body, the kind you get when you're sleeping and roll over but it feels like you're falling. I started thinking about what was happening and I think I remember seeing myself on the fire escape and people telling my not to jump, and then jumping off. Regardless of whether or not that part is correct, I started believing that I had fallen off the fire escape and that when I hit the ground I had left my body. Though I wasn't dead, I was severely injured in my mind and all I could see was myself bleeding, dying on the ground, fucked up as hell. From then on every single detail of every occurrence was warped and perceived by my mind as to fit this horrible scenario. I remember being around people and then they would be gone, kind of like in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind when Joel was having his memories erased, and somehow everything that had happened fit into the idea that I was dying. I remember seeing to brothers playing a house drinking game, and they seemed to be in complete shock, like everything was over for them. I remember them being like, "fuck it, everything is done now" and them saying "I'd really done it this time." I remember hearing voices, though I don't remember the source, start asking me what seemed like riddles as to what was actually happening. "You took a lot of DOM, you can't remember anything from before, people are disappearing around you, trying to get away from you. What do you think happened?" This voice kept talking to me asking the same questions in different ways, "time is running out for you, what do you do now?. At some point I remember very clearly that I heard people saying "He was high, he was drunk" in a sing songy sort of voice and I thought I saw people talking to police about what happened to me as I lay dying on the ground. I imagined that there were emt's standing around me asking what I wanted, in a way that implied I was going to be around much longer. I was really standing in our kitchen and other brothers were confused as to what was going on with me and asking me what I needed. I also remember that I thought I remembered seeing emt's around me and they were saying that I had stopped breathing, and they were getting the defibrillator. I remember hearing them shock me and then I looked around down stairs and there was no one around me. Being sort of scientifically minded, I remember thinking, what happens when someone dies and people think they might be responsible for it, well they do everything they can to maximize(take the derivative, find the zero) their distance from you, which explained why everyone was disappearing around me.
I'm still confused exactly as to how I ended up in a room upstairs, either way, I thought I was still downstairs, and that now I was dead for sure. This is probably when to the observer I appeared to be unconscious. I know that my friends were trying to get me up the stairs but I wouldn't respond and went limp. The voice started talking to me again, and it was basically asking/telling me in so many ways that "I had fallen off the roof, you watched yourself die, are you convinced now that you're dead?" "Where is everyone then, they're all gone, they left you, youuuuuuurrrr deeeeaaaadddd!" I would keep answering him "No..... No ...... NO!!!!". I thought that it was so cruel that dying was like this, that it told you fucking riddles to convince of you what was going on, I thought that it was the most cruel thing imaginable.
Stepping back for a second, "I was definitely passed out in my friends room, and they were listening to music, keeping an eye on me. I said nothing but the occasional series of NO's for quite a while
There is still more writing to be done about after I regained consciousness but thought I was still dead, and stuck in a nightmare state where I thought I was going to be for the rest of eternity. I realize now that a lot of the memories are vague but they still happened even if I recall them out of order.
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