Alright, so a little background for y'all:
I did shrooms for the first time with my friends around a year ago, since then I've dosed acid probably five or six times, and started considering myself an "experienced psychedelic user(ha!)" You know, the kind that could take his drugs, know how to avoid a bad trip, help out my friends for the first time. I also spend way too much time on this subreddit so I thought myself knowledgeable. Well anyway, I met my girlfriend a few months ago and got her into this whole business, dropping acid a few times with her, loving life, the whole acid business. I decided I wanted a break from the acid and got myself a little bag of 250mg 4-AcO-DMT a few days ago. I thought 20mg would be a good dose for me, being relatively inexperienced with shrooms, and her for her first time. Well, that was a joke.
So it's a Saturday night, we're chilling in the apartment, nothing to do, and the two of us decided to research this strange tryptamine. I measure out 20mg into two capsules on the ol' Gemini 20, at least I think it was 20 because that scale was being a bitch and wouldn't stop adjusting the weight up or down a milligram every 10 seconds, and then turning off right as I got confident. Fuck that thing.
Anyway. We take two ginger root capsules each, wait a while, and then dose, washing it down with some Schweppe's ginger ale. Fuckin store was out of Canada Dry, smh.
Get in bed, watch Silicon Valley for a while, waiting for the come-up. 30 mins in, we feel a little funny, I decided to shit before things get a little too uh trippy. Walk outside to the bathroom, yell to her, "yo, it's wavey as fuck in here!" (🌊🌊🌊🌊). Shit as quick as possible, jump in bed, prepare for chaos.
Everything was good and fun for a while, we're fuckin around, playing with the bedsheets, giggling, messing around with this dope ass shit, listening to Justice, life's trippy, life's good. Get bored of that and decide to listen to Frank Ocean's Blonde for a while, as usual when we take psychedelic drugs. So we sorta enter our own headspace, just layin' down, watching the roof spin, twist, breathe, the visuals were nutty as fuck at this point, by far the most I'd ever had. Shit was dripping. Lose track of time, I think we're on the track Pretty Sweet I think when shit hit the hallucinogenic fan. All of a sudden it seemed like time was going by way, way too quickly, and I got fucking overwhelmed by everything. Also at this point, I've eaten like half of a big-ass bag of Lay's Salt and Vinegar chips, those dirty motherfuckers, and now I'm like fuck, my stomach feels like ass, am I gonna throw up? Fuck!
Too sedated at this point to do anything about it, so I just keep laying there, all of a sudden all my troubles and anxiety catches the fuck up with me, I'm stressed as fuck, I feel like shit, the music is terrifying (you know ur fucked when Frank Ocean is not beautiful), I can't stop thinking about classes and grades and my time management and what the fuck, why do I take all these drugs all the damn time when my life isn't in order, like this isn't even fun, oh god I hate all drugs I'm gonna be sober for the rest of my life, gonna be a monk, AAAHHH, what's wrong with me, this SUCKS, I hope my girlfriend's doing okay, what the fuck, I'm supposed to be the experienced one here and look at me, I'm fucked up, I'm a terrible person. FUCK!
So I gather the strength to look at her, and she's just laying in bed smiling her ass off clearly lost in the music, thank god ok she's doing good, but I don't want to bother or scare her, I can power through this, I'm gonna be okay.
Hahahahah. Nope, I'm still fucked, the visuals at this point are just absurd, the whole world looks like some shitty cartoon, so I bury my face in the bed because overwhelmed is not even a word that can describe I fucked I am. This goes on for a while and then I realize I might throw up all over this bed and that would not be good. Finally get her attention and tell her "hey, I'm not feeling too good."
I explain what's happening to this fucking angel, she rallys, gets me a bag to throw up in which I end up just staring at for eternity, she's the most caring person on the planet, comforts me, gives me everything I need, I realize I actually need to shit, not throw up, so I get my ass to the bathroom and then I fucking stared at the mirror. Worst idea of my life!
See that ugly-ass reflection in the mirror turn into a million cube-eyeball lookin' things, oh god what the fuck, sit down, try to shit, fail.
Get back to the bed, I'm like, sort of calmed down now but still not having a great time, and decide I should probably just sleep. So I'm like yo, can you get me a Benadryl, that's supposed to help with nausea and also put me to sleep, but then I'm like wait, this shit's psychoactive, and it's scary as shit, what if I start seeing spiders or whatever the fuck, I'm not messing with that, don't get me a Benadryl!
So I try to sleep for a while, leaving my poor girlfriend behind to survive, but I fail, so that's lost, then she's like, yo, let's smoke weed? Maybe that will help? We're probably like 3 hours in at this point, somewhat coming down, but like fuck, I get mass anxiety from weed too so that scares the fuck out of me. But we're also stoners and weed solves everything so yeah, get the vaporizer with the bowl I already packed before I realized the night would get fucked, and turn that shit on.
Realize I'm not sleeping for a while and decide to watch the puppy bowl to change the vibe a little bit. Best decision of my life, highly recommend the puppy bowl if you're ever having a bad trip. That turned everything around and I slowly came down off the 4-AcO while becoming stoned.
I eventually get my sanity back and piece together what that fucked-up trip taught me.
I don't know shit
I am not an experienced psychedelic user and I cannot control my trips well
Don't take RCs at night in a poorly lit room
No more drugs (besides weed, yknow) until the weather gets better and I can have a good-vibes setting with sunlight and happiness
Don't take this shit alone
I should study more
Salt and Vinegar chips are fucking dangerous
So yeah, that's how I got slapped in the face by 4-AcO-DMT. That stuff definitely gave me a much-needed reality check on my confidence with psychs and just my life in general, and reminded me not to let my ego get the best of me. So I guess I owe it thanks but man, bad trips are not fun. Don't do them! But puppies will make it better.
Also, fuck you, Lay's, and your stupid delicious chips.