PRE-CONDITIONS(mind)Set: I have Low-Latency Inhibition and slight manic depression, I was felling pretty good that night though
(physical condition) Set: Overweight with muscle (bear mode?), overall good health though
Setting (location): My bedroom and basement of my house
time of day: 9:30pm-3:30am
recent drug use: daily use of marijuana
last meal: 2:30pm, meatball sandwhich
PARTICIPANTGender: Male
body weight: 106 kG
known sensitivities: None
history of use: More than 100 DXM trips, lots of experience with psychedelics, novice with DMT
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): DXM, DMT
Dose(s): 900mg DXM, 75mg DMT
Method of administration: DXM swallowed in gelcaps, DMT vaporized
EFFECTSAdministration time: 9:30 pm DXM, 1:30 am DMT
Duration: 6 hours
First effects: 11:00 pm
Peak: 4 hours DXM, 20 minutes DMT
Come down: 12 hours DXM, 45 minutes DMT
Baseline: Still returning to baseline
Intensity (overall): 4
Evaluation / notes:
OPTIONALPleasantness: 3
Implesantness: 3
Visual Intensity: 4
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AFTER-EFFECTSHangover: 1, very tired and lathargic
Afterglow: 2, subtle euphoria left over, laying in bed feels great.
REPORTFor a couple months now I have been extracting and smoking spice to no avail. I get a considerable body load, and wonderful head space, but almost no visuals whatsoever. I thought I might try mixing it with DXM, as I am a long time lover of DXM. First off let me clarify that I'm not talking chugging a bottle of syrup. I use clean, extracted DXM that I repack into veggie gel caps.
The trip started off with me taking my pills of DXM with an energy drink and spending the next few hours listening to music and smoking some weed. When the initial rush of the DXM had worn off and I felt I was acclimated with my new state of mind, I laid down on my bed and packed my vaporizer with some sticky orange spice. I took a moment to collect myself and then took a big puff, followed by two slightly smaller ones. I didn't expect much, considering my numerous failed blast offs, but I was wrong. What happened was like nothing I had experienced before. It was like an out of body experience in a psychedelic wonder land.
The first thing I saw was a bridge made of golden symbols that I refer to know as the Bridge of Language. I spent some time in this space and it was quite enjoyable. I kept floating around, seeing all sorts of marvelous things. I kept losing touch with myself and for several minutes I had forgotten of my own existence. This was wonderful and profoundly spiritual. I remember having a moment of connection with God, or whomever it was, but the DXM has sadly zapped my memory of it.
There was the occasional moment where I became aware of my body again. I could hear myself breathing very fast, and I could tell my heart was racing. It wasn't a huge problem. My brain almost ignored it, choosing to pay attention to the DMT instead. For a brief second though, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I wasn't ok. Maybe I fell too far down the rabbit hole. The next thing I know I'm surrounded by women made of glass and it seems like they're warning me, pushing me away. I felt that the spice was telling me it was time to let go, and that I didn't belong here anymore. They surrounded me closer and closer as I was coming down and falling back to reality, and an overwhelming sense of fear came over me. I began to panic.
I had to take of my headphones and flip on a light and had to get up leave my room. I felt like I was going to drowned in the music. It was a Deadmau5 song that had hit a slow point and I felt like I was getting stuck inside the notes (I don't really know how to describe it). My room was now all dim and droopy. Every thing had become twisted and halloween looking, sort of like the tree in this picture
https://s-media-cache-ak...43db07988c7acbe8fa35.jpg . All I kept telling myself was that "It's ok, this will be over shortly, it's all in your head." Over the next several minutes I calmed down. I sat down on my bed and drank some water.
Overall, I am glad I finally broke through. The ending was somewhat unnerving but nothing to stop a psychonaut from returning at a later date. Even after all the fear at the end, an overwhelming calm took me as everything wore off. I enjoyed the spice's gentle, yet rough embrace.
I feel my many failed attempts were because I was expecting too much. The DXM helped me not overthink everything that was about to happen as I was hitting the spice. It let me sit back and just go with it. Let the spice take me where it wanted to go, and not the other way around.
I wish I could go into more detail but the DXM is still wearing off and my brain is a bit fried.
You may think you can or think you can't; either way you're right.