CentipedeKarma
Bluelighter
Received roughly 275mg of this from a friend, via the mail, for free.
Good timing also, as my bipolar was rearing its ugly head. I had quit my job in an outburst the day before.
Age: 22
Sex/Gender/Whatever: FTM Transmale. I was born with a vagina, OKAY?
Weight: 180lbs (rough estimate, possibly lower)
Height: 5’4
Past Disso Experiences: 125+ DXM trips across all plateaus, Ketamine 3-5 times, FXE+3-HO-PCP+3-CL-PCP Usage before in 2021, DMXE once, Memantine a BIG handful of times. This is the 69th Drug I’ve Tried.
I have only done DXM as a disso since September 2023. This is my first RC/Not DXM disso experience in a LONG time.
Medications I Am On: Trileptal 300mg, Adderall XR 30mg (Both taken the morning of this experience), Abilify 20mg (Taken nightly, taken during comedown also), Testosterone Cypionate 50mg IM Injection Once Weekly (Wednesdays), Minoxidil Topical Solution 1ml Twice a day applied to tummy + Facial region.
Setting: My Boyfriend’s Room, At His Parents’ House, Also Outside Once
Intention (As written in my notes): “Intention: Help me. This is a cry for help. Please flip my life 180 degrees, make it better, for everyone's sake. I need to figure everything out.”
Didn’t have a scale when this experience started, which is dumb as fuck. Do not repeat what I did, unless you have “permatolerance” to Dissos Like I do, and feel confident in what you are doing. Just don’t do unmeasured doses, if you can.
Text on my phone saying the mail has arrived. I head outside with the key to the mailbox, grab my loot and other mail, and head inside. Take care of opening and making sure everything is good. It is. Proceed to the TR!
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1:58 P.M.: Dump out a small amount on my phone.
1:59: Form into a VERY small line (not matchstick head sized; moreso, around an inch long, a few millimeters thick) on top of my phone’s screen. Snort it in one go using a rolled up sticky note, taking care that the sticky side is not exposed to any powder.
A chemical taste begins to bloom within my mouth. Not bad, like cocaine or DMXE have been. It is not rancid, nor bitter, but I recall back to other Disso reports I have read talking about the disso having a “petroleum” taste, and my mind says that is the taste. Burns slightly, but nothing compared to other substances I have taken intranasally.
2:00: Turn on some South African Disco Music nightcore, namely, “Mi Rong” by Peta Teanet.
2:14: My head is starting to feel oh-so slightly off of baseline. Head feels pressurized, yet lighter. Eyes feel weird in a way I cannot adequately pinpoint. My phone had rang, and when I picked it up, it was a lady regarding a Job I had applied to. When I found out it had more to it than I thought there was when I applied, and knowing what I had just done, I declare “Oh, I cannot do that. Sorry.” and hang up. Something along the lines of that. Yes it was probably rude… But I don’t care. It was a banker’s insurance “hybrid remote” sorta deal I know I would have had a horrible time with ultimately in the off chance I was hired.
2:24: I was scrolling through Instagram and happened to see my favorite musician, Lauren Bousfield, had uploaded a new song! A Track for a compilation of music like hers! I have a blast listening to it, and without thinking, look it up on YouTube. Seeing that it was not up yet, I uploaded it myself. Head pressure/lightening and numbness in my lips/gums increasing marginally.
2:26: Put on a religious disco? Album, “Peta Teanet and the Special Servants - The Gospel Album.” Sounds really awesome despite not being religious, and the fact I have OCD regarding religion (Christianity + Catholicism to be exact).
Here is where my notes begin to get more “abstract,” or what have you.
2:36: Music enhancement is starting to kick in, almost on-par with a 2nd plateau dose of DXM. Head feels like it's “sloshy,” full of fluid, etc. Snippets of my life come to my eyes (Or so I wrote in my notes. No idea what this means now that I try to recall it.) Head feels drippy.
Around here, I do remember having a drip of the chemical in the back of my throat. It seemed benign until a BIG lump went down, almost causing me to projectile vomit from the taste! I quickly drank some soda and such to wash the taste out. This happened a few times within the report.
2:49: I got up to pee real quick, thanking the universe my boyfriend’s bathroom is connected to his room. No “robowalk” or anything of the sorts, but walking felt “lighter” and more “inhibited.”
I did get up to urinate a few more times, as I had drunk a lot of soda after snorting the 3-HO-PCE. I will not report on every time I got up, but every time I did, I would feel “lighter” or more-or-less inhibited while walking. Not incapacitated, but yea.
2:51: Lips are softly numb, almost reminiscent of cocaine, but without the prominent novocaine feel. More So slightly numb, as well as my gums of my teeth.
2:55: I asked my internet best friend of almost 9 Years (on and off) if he would like to voice call for the first time in, quite literally, 2-3 years. He said yes! However, we had technical issues on his end, as he couldn’t hear me/anything else for a while.
3:00: He finally fixed his issues and we proceeded to voice call. Head feels “drippier,” simultaneously light/heavy also. Got up to pee around now also.
3:01-3:36: Call Colin during this, lots of laughs had. Everything seems really funny, and I’m going through my external hard drive (of pictures and stuff I’ve kept since 2017-2018, Hard drive is very old and has around 500+GB of data on it..) and sending him funny stuff from 2017-2019 on it to him. My brain feels like it is made of cotton.
3:36: I say goodbye and depart the voice call so I can listen to music. Ability to form coherent thoughts is going bye-bye. I remark in my notes, “I feel like cotton.” I turn on more nightcore.
It’s around here where things begin to ramp up extensively…
3:45: Here is where the mania and such starts. I felt a HUGE surge of HOPE. Now, if you don’t know me, I’ll just say this: I am, normally, a hopeless creature. I don’t feel hope or anything to be excited or hopeful about, ever. I am naturally pessimistic, negative, etc. However, in my notes for this time slot, I have written: “HOPE IS BACK. I CAN DO THUIS. IM GONNA GO TO SCHOOL NEXT YEAR LETS TAKE THE REIGNS” As I was talking to my boyfriend before he had left for work that day on how I wanted to go to school, actually attempt college, in 2025, for art and relearning math, etc.
In my mania, around 3:55, I attempted IMing a VERY small amount. While disso’d out.
I did it extremely sanitarily, except… I did not use an alcohol swab on my thigh before injection, and I did everything before the actual injection sorta dumbly. Won’t get into schematics, however I can tell you I did my DAMN best, considering it was my first IM injection of an actual drug, not testosterone, while on the damn substance itself. Put bandaid on, return to bed.
Colors are starting to pop insanely, being brighter. It Feels Cooler. Vision is getting shifty.
4:01: My notes state, “I feel like a Beanie Baby without the beans.”
Time dilation Kicked my ass. Not like shrooms where every minute feels like 10-60, moreso 5 minutes was equivalent to what felt like 10-15.
4:09: I talk about the time dilation here a bit, and I feel a rush of euphoric mania. “MUSIC IS GLORIOUS DANCE WITH ME,” my notes say for this time log.
4:13: In my disso’d brain, I proceed to listen to my chaotic breakcore/mashcore/shitwave/plunderphonics/experimental album that I made, HYSTERICAL ARYLCYCLOHEXYLAMINE!!, a fitting title considering the circumstances. Dissociated from self, I cannot BELIEVE I made this album. It’s INSANE. It utterly blows my mind that I could make something as intricate, albeit sampled, as this.
4:19: Have another euphoria surge. It’s almost 4:20, so I decided to head downstairs, to the “outside area,” to hit my bong.
4:25: Smoking 2 bong bowls around now. I have a mega tolerance to THC, so I don’t know what this’ll do, but whatever. Good to try.
4:27: I wrap up my very quick sesh, as it’s around 106F outside, and head inside back to my boyfriend’s room. Music sounds absolutely divine. I have a mild (in retrospect, due to dehydration) headache.
4:29: The bed feels like comfortable, cozy, sinking-within flesh. I sit down and notice I feel like I’m “lowering” into it more than usual.
From 4:30 Until 5:00, I just dick around. I distinctly remember having 2 LED color-changing Tea Candle Lights on my bed/lap desk in my boyfriend’s bed. They seemed to pop and illuminate the whole room, despite being very small.
I’m just gonna directly paste my notes from 5:01: “i am the seesaw i am the all knowing i have been cathcing up with mutuals typing typing typing HAPPY BDAY FELIX”
(Felix is my Internet friend (Saudi Arabia!)’s name! It is/was his birthday!)
5:14-6:51: Around here, My milligram scale arrives. I am also catching up with friends, time dilation is going WONKY, I’m dancing wildly in my seat/sitting position on my bed.
Time feels slow. Life is great. I’m picking the shards of my life up. Felix, the friend mentioned earlier, sends me a new Original Character Universe concept by someone on Instagram. It’s about.. Transgender weed smoking furry/anthropomorphic animal characters. I immediately fixate on it and comb through the whole website regarding this.
Around 6:30, I started calling Felix over Discord because I wanted to, also to wish him a Happy B-day as we hadn’t VCed in a while also. VC started at 6:09 PM, then I pulled away for almost 10 Minutes around 6:20 To weigh out around 10-15mg more of 3-HO-PCE, snort it, and pop a 60mg Delta 8 + HHC + THC-P gummy.
6:51: Hop off the VC again, after saying goodbye and such. Time sped up FAST suddenly. I remark on having a small stomachache. I listen to more Peta Teanet.
From 7:00 to 8:30, I feel stimulated and amazed. I email 3 separate art therapists inquiring if they are accepting new patients + asking if they take my insurance, The edible and redose start to work their ways through my system. I feel like an Oil Painting, shifting and merging and bouncing and vibrating. I listen to an M.I.A. Mixtape while I wait for my BF’s mom to arrive home so I can apologize about the day before to her.
Around 8, she had arrived home. Yes, I ventured to talk to my BF’s parents while on a PCP analog. However, it felt smooth, inviting, and not scary, compared to DXM. I did not stutter or feel like I was about to be “found out.” Fluidly walking, no “robowalk” either!
I explained and apologized to her. I badly wished I could hug her, but I did not ask or do that. Afterwards, I smoked some Indica-Dom Hybrid bowls.
8:32 PM: This drug has “Autumn Vibes/October Vibes” to it for me, reminiscent of autumns back in New Hampshire. Except now, I’m in the desert of Arizona, but I still felt like I was lowkey back in NH.
8:35-9:15: I got triggered, remembered some shit I did when I was 12. Colin from earlier reassures me It’s okay, and that the person involved with all of that is okay now. I would have cried tears of joy if My body let me! I have a vivid flashback to being 12 years old and having That happen to me, but get over it quickly.
Around here, I voice call ANOTHER friend I haven’t called in a while, my coworker from my job I had before moving to Arizona. We call for a bit, and I have a MAJOR Deja Vu moment at one point. Can’t pinpoint exactly, but yea. Colors are bright and beautiful, music sounds extraordinary!
I feel like a shooting star going through space, a chimera shapeshifting into oil paintings, and omnipresent, despite being human in a vessel of flesh. I feel like I am traversing time and emotions, the Nomad of emotions.
Around 10, My boyfriend will be arriving home from his job soon. I hydrate and munch on saltines, and notice I drink a LOT of water. This substance is VERY dehydrating! Memories present themselves to me as camera flashes, or snippets, in my brain also.
Around 11 PM, I take my 20mg Abilify, and depart the experience, stimulatingly.. I fell asleep around 12 AM. I am chillaxing, and sleep comes very easily. My eyes readily close, and I feel desperate to sleep.
Overall, a very laidback substance, very forgiving. Very glorious, the musical enhancement is almost on par with DXM!! I feel lovely, I feel forgiven, I feel… WONDERFUL!!! It’s BEAUTIFUL!
A solid 7/10 Substance for the books!!! A very Autumn-vibe substance, with dancing, chilliness, retrospective viewage, and also… Not as whirl-wind-y, as, say, 3-CL-PCP, but feels AMAZING also!! Glorious! I highly recommend!
My dosages would compound, to, I wanna say, around 60mg throughout the report? I don’t know.
Wonderful stuff!
Good timing also, as my bipolar was rearing its ugly head. I had quit my job in an outburst the day before.
Age: 22
Sex/Gender/Whatever: FTM Transmale. I was born with a vagina, OKAY?
Weight: 180lbs (rough estimate, possibly lower)
Height: 5’4
Past Disso Experiences: 125+ DXM trips across all plateaus, Ketamine 3-5 times, FXE+3-HO-PCP+3-CL-PCP Usage before in 2021, DMXE once, Memantine a BIG handful of times. This is the 69th Drug I’ve Tried.
I have only done DXM as a disso since September 2023. This is my first RC/Not DXM disso experience in a LONG time.
Medications I Am On: Trileptal 300mg, Adderall XR 30mg (Both taken the morning of this experience), Abilify 20mg (Taken nightly, taken during comedown also), Testosterone Cypionate 50mg IM Injection Once Weekly (Wednesdays), Minoxidil Topical Solution 1ml Twice a day applied to tummy + Facial region.
Setting: My Boyfriend’s Room, At His Parents’ House, Also Outside Once
Intention (As written in my notes): “Intention: Help me. This is a cry for help. Please flip my life 180 degrees, make it better, for everyone's sake. I need to figure everything out.”
Didn’t have a scale when this experience started, which is dumb as fuck. Do not repeat what I did, unless you have “permatolerance” to Dissos Like I do, and feel confident in what you are doing. Just don’t do unmeasured doses, if you can.
Text on my phone saying the mail has arrived. I head outside with the key to the mailbox, grab my loot and other mail, and head inside. Take care of opening and making sure everything is good. It is. Proceed to the TR!
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1:58 P.M.: Dump out a small amount on my phone.
1:59: Form into a VERY small line (not matchstick head sized; moreso, around an inch long, a few millimeters thick) on top of my phone’s screen. Snort it in one go using a rolled up sticky note, taking care that the sticky side is not exposed to any powder.
A chemical taste begins to bloom within my mouth. Not bad, like cocaine or DMXE have been. It is not rancid, nor bitter, but I recall back to other Disso reports I have read talking about the disso having a “petroleum” taste, and my mind says that is the taste. Burns slightly, but nothing compared to other substances I have taken intranasally.
2:00: Turn on some South African Disco Music nightcore, namely, “Mi Rong” by Peta Teanet.
2:14: My head is starting to feel oh-so slightly off of baseline. Head feels pressurized, yet lighter. Eyes feel weird in a way I cannot adequately pinpoint. My phone had rang, and when I picked it up, it was a lady regarding a Job I had applied to. When I found out it had more to it than I thought there was when I applied, and knowing what I had just done, I declare “Oh, I cannot do that. Sorry.” and hang up. Something along the lines of that. Yes it was probably rude… But I don’t care. It was a banker’s insurance “hybrid remote” sorta deal I know I would have had a horrible time with ultimately in the off chance I was hired.
2:24: I was scrolling through Instagram and happened to see my favorite musician, Lauren Bousfield, had uploaded a new song! A Track for a compilation of music like hers! I have a blast listening to it, and without thinking, look it up on YouTube. Seeing that it was not up yet, I uploaded it myself. Head pressure/lightening and numbness in my lips/gums increasing marginally.
2:26: Put on a religious disco? Album, “Peta Teanet and the Special Servants - The Gospel Album.” Sounds really awesome despite not being religious, and the fact I have OCD regarding religion (Christianity + Catholicism to be exact).
Here is where my notes begin to get more “abstract,” or what have you.
2:36: Music enhancement is starting to kick in, almost on-par with a 2nd plateau dose of DXM. Head feels like it's “sloshy,” full of fluid, etc. Snippets of my life come to my eyes (Or so I wrote in my notes. No idea what this means now that I try to recall it.) Head feels drippy.
Around here, I do remember having a drip of the chemical in the back of my throat. It seemed benign until a BIG lump went down, almost causing me to projectile vomit from the taste! I quickly drank some soda and such to wash the taste out. This happened a few times within the report.
2:49: I got up to pee real quick, thanking the universe my boyfriend’s bathroom is connected to his room. No “robowalk” or anything of the sorts, but walking felt “lighter” and more “inhibited.”
I did get up to urinate a few more times, as I had drunk a lot of soda after snorting the 3-HO-PCE. I will not report on every time I got up, but every time I did, I would feel “lighter” or more-or-less inhibited while walking. Not incapacitated, but yea.
2:51: Lips are softly numb, almost reminiscent of cocaine, but without the prominent novocaine feel. More So slightly numb, as well as my gums of my teeth.
2:55: I asked my internet best friend of almost 9 Years (on and off) if he would like to voice call for the first time in, quite literally, 2-3 years. He said yes! However, we had technical issues on his end, as he couldn’t hear me/anything else for a while.
3:00: He finally fixed his issues and we proceeded to voice call. Head feels “drippier,” simultaneously light/heavy also. Got up to pee around now also.
3:01-3:36: Call Colin during this, lots of laughs had. Everything seems really funny, and I’m going through my external hard drive (of pictures and stuff I’ve kept since 2017-2018, Hard drive is very old and has around 500+GB of data on it..) and sending him funny stuff from 2017-2019 on it to him. My brain feels like it is made of cotton.
3:36: I say goodbye and depart the voice call so I can listen to music. Ability to form coherent thoughts is going bye-bye. I remark in my notes, “I feel like cotton.” I turn on more nightcore.
It’s around here where things begin to ramp up extensively…
3:45: Here is where the mania and such starts. I felt a HUGE surge of HOPE. Now, if you don’t know me, I’ll just say this: I am, normally, a hopeless creature. I don’t feel hope or anything to be excited or hopeful about, ever. I am naturally pessimistic, negative, etc. However, in my notes for this time slot, I have written: “HOPE IS BACK. I CAN DO THUIS. IM GONNA GO TO SCHOOL NEXT YEAR LETS TAKE THE REIGNS” As I was talking to my boyfriend before he had left for work that day on how I wanted to go to school, actually attempt college, in 2025, for art and relearning math, etc.
In my mania, around 3:55, I attempted IMing a VERY small amount. While disso’d out.
I did it extremely sanitarily, except… I did not use an alcohol swab on my thigh before injection, and I did everything before the actual injection sorta dumbly. Won’t get into schematics, however I can tell you I did my DAMN best, considering it was my first IM injection of an actual drug, not testosterone, while on the damn substance itself. Put bandaid on, return to bed.
Colors are starting to pop insanely, being brighter. It Feels Cooler. Vision is getting shifty.
4:01: My notes state, “I feel like a Beanie Baby without the beans.”
Time dilation Kicked my ass. Not like shrooms where every minute feels like 10-60, moreso 5 minutes was equivalent to what felt like 10-15.
4:09: I talk about the time dilation here a bit, and I feel a rush of euphoric mania. “MUSIC IS GLORIOUS DANCE WITH ME,” my notes say for this time log.
4:13: In my disso’d brain, I proceed to listen to my chaotic breakcore/mashcore/shitwave/plunderphonics/experimental album that I made, HYSTERICAL ARYLCYCLOHEXYLAMINE!!, a fitting title considering the circumstances. Dissociated from self, I cannot BELIEVE I made this album. It’s INSANE. It utterly blows my mind that I could make something as intricate, albeit sampled, as this.
4:19: Have another euphoria surge. It’s almost 4:20, so I decided to head downstairs, to the “outside area,” to hit my bong.
4:25: Smoking 2 bong bowls around now. I have a mega tolerance to THC, so I don’t know what this’ll do, but whatever. Good to try.
4:27: I wrap up my very quick sesh, as it’s around 106F outside, and head inside back to my boyfriend’s room. Music sounds absolutely divine. I have a mild (in retrospect, due to dehydration) headache.
4:29: The bed feels like comfortable, cozy, sinking-within flesh. I sit down and notice I feel like I’m “lowering” into it more than usual.
From 4:30 Until 5:00, I just dick around. I distinctly remember having 2 LED color-changing Tea Candle Lights on my bed/lap desk in my boyfriend’s bed. They seemed to pop and illuminate the whole room, despite being very small.
I’m just gonna directly paste my notes from 5:01: “i am the seesaw i am the all knowing i have been cathcing up with mutuals typing typing typing HAPPY BDAY FELIX”
(Felix is my Internet friend (Saudi Arabia!)’s name! It is/was his birthday!)
5:14-6:51: Around here, My milligram scale arrives. I am also catching up with friends, time dilation is going WONKY, I’m dancing wildly in my seat/sitting position on my bed.
Time feels slow. Life is great. I’m picking the shards of my life up. Felix, the friend mentioned earlier, sends me a new Original Character Universe concept by someone on Instagram. It’s about.. Transgender weed smoking furry/anthropomorphic animal characters. I immediately fixate on it and comb through the whole website regarding this.
Around 6:30, I started calling Felix over Discord because I wanted to, also to wish him a Happy B-day as we hadn’t VCed in a while also. VC started at 6:09 PM, then I pulled away for almost 10 Minutes around 6:20 To weigh out around 10-15mg more of 3-HO-PCE, snort it, and pop a 60mg Delta 8 + HHC + THC-P gummy.
6:51: Hop off the VC again, after saying goodbye and such. Time sped up FAST suddenly. I remark on having a small stomachache. I listen to more Peta Teanet.
From 7:00 to 8:30, I feel stimulated and amazed. I email 3 separate art therapists inquiring if they are accepting new patients + asking if they take my insurance, The edible and redose start to work their ways through my system. I feel like an Oil Painting, shifting and merging and bouncing and vibrating. I listen to an M.I.A. Mixtape while I wait for my BF’s mom to arrive home so I can apologize about the day before to her.
Around 8, she had arrived home. Yes, I ventured to talk to my BF’s parents while on a PCP analog. However, it felt smooth, inviting, and not scary, compared to DXM. I did not stutter or feel like I was about to be “found out.” Fluidly walking, no “robowalk” either!
I explained and apologized to her. I badly wished I could hug her, but I did not ask or do that. Afterwards, I smoked some Indica-Dom Hybrid bowls.
8:32 PM: This drug has “Autumn Vibes/October Vibes” to it for me, reminiscent of autumns back in New Hampshire. Except now, I’m in the desert of Arizona, but I still felt like I was lowkey back in NH.
8:35-9:15: I got triggered, remembered some shit I did when I was 12. Colin from earlier reassures me It’s okay, and that the person involved with all of that is okay now. I would have cried tears of joy if My body let me! I have a vivid flashback to being 12 years old and having That happen to me, but get over it quickly.
Around here, I voice call ANOTHER friend I haven’t called in a while, my coworker from my job I had before moving to Arizona. We call for a bit, and I have a MAJOR Deja Vu moment at one point. Can’t pinpoint exactly, but yea. Colors are bright and beautiful, music sounds extraordinary!
I feel like a shooting star going through space, a chimera shapeshifting into oil paintings, and omnipresent, despite being human in a vessel of flesh. I feel like I am traversing time and emotions, the Nomad of emotions.
Around 10, My boyfriend will be arriving home from his job soon. I hydrate and munch on saltines, and notice I drink a LOT of water. This substance is VERY dehydrating! Memories present themselves to me as camera flashes, or snippets, in my brain also.
Around 11 PM, I take my 20mg Abilify, and depart the experience, stimulatingly.. I fell asleep around 12 AM. I am chillaxing, and sleep comes very easily. My eyes readily close, and I feel desperate to sleep.
Overall, a very laidback substance, very forgiving. Very glorious, the musical enhancement is almost on par with DXM!! I feel lovely, I feel forgiven, I feel… WONDERFUL!!! It’s BEAUTIFUL!
A solid 7/10 Substance for the books!!! A very Autumn-vibe substance, with dancing, chilliness, retrospective viewage, and also… Not as whirl-wind-y, as, say, 3-CL-PCP, but feels AMAZING also!! Glorious! I highly recommend!
My dosages would compound, to, I wanna say, around 60mg throughout the report? I don’t know.
Wonderful stuff!
i got the scale all stated and such also and im gonna be using that from now on!!! tysm for ur concern !!! much love