mooncaller
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So back when I was more or less a complete psychedelic newbie I had tried low dose 2c-e and MDMA methylone and DXM and that was about it.
I obtain some DOI and some 5-meo-mipt and me and my girlfriend and a buddy from highschool who i dont see often all go to my mom's extra house and plan for an interesting night.
Me and my girlfriend both drop 7mgs of 5-meo-mipt and my buddy takes 150mgs of methylone. Things are going well, my buddy is enjoying himself and me and my girlfriend are enjoying ourselves, my buddy wants to try more methylone so we break open one of my 150mg capsules and split it three ways insufflated.
Everyone is still having a fun time about 30 mins after that but my GF and I decide we're not tripping as hard as we had hoped to so we decide to take some DOI. We take about 5mgs of DOI, it's hard to say for sure because I wasnt used to my scale and it was acting up a bit on such a low dose, it's supposed to be good to a miligram but I find that that's only really the case if you use a tare.
Anyways, things continue well enough and then my buddy decides to try some 5-meo-mipt. I let him weigh it himself and I think he said he did 7.
Some time passes and he says he's still not feeling it so he scrapes out a few mgs more.
More time passes, still not feelign it, he scrapes out yet a little more.
Shortly thereafter the DOI hits me HARD. I start getting my first occurance of real hard visuals, probably some of the hardest i've experienced even to this day, and I am head tripped hard as fuck and having a pretty good time. The first time the wood grain lept off the cabinet in 3-d i said "OH MY GOD!" it was awesome.
So anyways, soon the 5-meo-mipt hits my buddy and things are fine at first, and then I guess he notices his heart beating and starts thinking about it and in short order he convinces himself he's having a heart attack. Me being a psychedelic newbie and also being fucked up, I believe him and start freaking out. The way he ran up to me clutching his chest and crying was horrifying, and also the entire background around him turned black and red in a way that just screamed "EMERGENCY" He tells me to call 911 so I grab his cellphone and start dialing.
Now, fortunately the talk and hang up buttons on his phone are opposite of the way they are on my phone (which i didnt have at the time) so every time I dial 911, i then try to hit talk and accidently just hit the cancel button.
And as I am dialing I realize that even If I did get the phone to work I dont actually know my moms guest house address, nor do I know how to describe how to get to it. It's out in the country on roads that I only know because I've been down them, I dont know the names of them. Also the nearest hospital is probably 30 mins or more away.
I basically resign myself to the fact that my best friend is going to die right in front of me and I break down and cry and I dont know what to do. I wasnt even sure if I could remember how to get about a mile and a half up the road to my moms house, since the phone wasnt working and neither my girlfriend or my buddy knew the area so we were basically completely cut off from anyone else, like it or not.
All that happened within the matter of a minute or two.
My girlfriend eventually stepped in and convinced my buddy that he wasnt dying, he was in fact just tripping hard and he immediettly perked up and said
"you're right"
The rest of the night went well except for I was stuck in loops and was convinced that if I didnt control things that something bad was going to happen. My buddy turned on the radio and "highway to hell" came on, and it freaked me out as everything felt very ominous and like it was coming to a head. i felt like I had to keep my friend from doing certain things, like for instance at one point he was looking at his hand and I decided he shouldnt do that because me might have a heart attack.
I also became convinced that the only way to keep him distracted and thus prevent him from having a heart attack was for him to have sex with me so i was basically begging him to have sex with me for several hours, wound up naked on top of him at one point but he couldnt get it up so that didnt happen, which is well enough.
At any rate, I tripped hard as fuck (at one point I thought I was like a little anime style kitten), had visuals I've never gotten again and other then little pockets of panic when I'd be afraid of basically nothing everything went fine after the initial incident.
I realize now that methylone can potentate psychedelics and I think thats why i tripped so hard off the DOI, plus the 5 meo mipt. I figure it also ramped up the trip off my buddies already stout dose of 5 meo mipt.
I obtain some DOI and some 5-meo-mipt and me and my girlfriend and a buddy from highschool who i dont see often all go to my mom's extra house and plan for an interesting night.
Me and my girlfriend both drop 7mgs of 5-meo-mipt and my buddy takes 150mgs of methylone. Things are going well, my buddy is enjoying himself and me and my girlfriend are enjoying ourselves, my buddy wants to try more methylone so we break open one of my 150mg capsules and split it three ways insufflated.
Everyone is still having a fun time about 30 mins after that but my GF and I decide we're not tripping as hard as we had hoped to so we decide to take some DOI. We take about 5mgs of DOI, it's hard to say for sure because I wasnt used to my scale and it was acting up a bit on such a low dose, it's supposed to be good to a miligram but I find that that's only really the case if you use a tare.
Anyways, things continue well enough and then my buddy decides to try some 5-meo-mipt. I let him weigh it himself and I think he said he did 7.
Some time passes and he says he's still not feeling it so he scrapes out a few mgs more.
More time passes, still not feelign it, he scrapes out yet a little more.
Shortly thereafter the DOI hits me HARD. I start getting my first occurance of real hard visuals, probably some of the hardest i've experienced even to this day, and I am head tripped hard as fuck and having a pretty good time. The first time the wood grain lept off the cabinet in 3-d i said "OH MY GOD!" it was awesome.
So anyways, soon the 5-meo-mipt hits my buddy and things are fine at first, and then I guess he notices his heart beating and starts thinking about it and in short order he convinces himself he's having a heart attack. Me being a psychedelic newbie and also being fucked up, I believe him and start freaking out. The way he ran up to me clutching his chest and crying was horrifying, and also the entire background around him turned black and red in a way that just screamed "EMERGENCY" He tells me to call 911 so I grab his cellphone and start dialing.
Now, fortunately the talk and hang up buttons on his phone are opposite of the way they are on my phone (which i didnt have at the time) so every time I dial 911, i then try to hit talk and accidently just hit the cancel button.
And as I am dialing I realize that even If I did get the phone to work I dont actually know my moms guest house address, nor do I know how to describe how to get to it. It's out in the country on roads that I only know because I've been down them, I dont know the names of them. Also the nearest hospital is probably 30 mins or more away.
I basically resign myself to the fact that my best friend is going to die right in front of me and I break down and cry and I dont know what to do. I wasnt even sure if I could remember how to get about a mile and a half up the road to my moms house, since the phone wasnt working and neither my girlfriend or my buddy knew the area so we were basically completely cut off from anyone else, like it or not.
All that happened within the matter of a minute or two.
My girlfriend eventually stepped in and convinced my buddy that he wasnt dying, he was in fact just tripping hard and he immediettly perked up and said
"you're right"
The rest of the night went well except for I was stuck in loops and was convinced that if I didnt control things that something bad was going to happen. My buddy turned on the radio and "highway to hell" came on, and it freaked me out as everything felt very ominous and like it was coming to a head. i felt like I had to keep my friend from doing certain things, like for instance at one point he was looking at his hand and I decided he shouldnt do that because me might have a heart attack.
I also became convinced that the only way to keep him distracted and thus prevent him from having a heart attack was for him to have sex with me so i was basically begging him to have sex with me for several hours, wound up naked on top of him at one point but he couldnt get it up so that didnt happen, which is well enough.
At any rate, I tripped hard as fuck (at one point I thought I was like a little anime style kitten), had visuals I've never gotten again and other then little pockets of panic when I'd be afraid of basically nothing everything went fine after the initial incident.
I realize now that methylone can potentate psychedelics and I think thats why i tripped so hard off the DOI, plus the 5 meo mipt. I figure it also ramped up the trip off my buddies already stout dose of 5 meo mipt.
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