I had just moved into my new apartment with nothing except a mattress, a laptop, weed, and a gram bag of 4-HO-MET. Bored just past midnight with my roommate asleep, I scooped roughly 50mg with my apartment key. Fifteen minutes later, noticing the effects, I scooped another roughly 25mg. At 30 minutes I felt incredibly nauseous and smoked weed to settle my stomach. Then I made the worst decision of the night — I added roughly 40mg to a bowl and smoked it.
An hour in, I was vaguely coherent with walls glistening with block letters and carpet looking like sand. Then the time loops started. I found myself in the bathroom trying to smoke the last of my bowl. I would flick the lighter, inhale, exhale, inspect the bowl, smile at myself in the mirror. Then I would do it again. And again. I could not stop. I was stuck in an infinite loop of the same 30-second sequence.
I eventually broke free and made it to my mattress. But the loops did not stop — they just changed form. I would pick up my phone, check the time, put it down, pick it up, check the time. Over and over. My body was doing things independently of my conscious control.
I do not remember much of the following hours. At some point I apparently consumed nearly the entire remaining gram. The experience was terrifying and lasted far longer than any normal 4-HO-MET trip. I learned several hard lessons: never eyeball doses, never redose impulsively, and never underestimate the power of tryptamines at extreme doses. Do not smoke 4-HO-MET — it is toxic when combusted.