Age: 29
Weight:
140 lbs
Dosage:
80 mg intransal
Setting: At home
[Note: Because I have built up a tolerance to
dissociatives, for one without tolerance, such an experience may be found in
the range of 60-70 mg. A more manageable experience probably sits in the range
of 30-50 mg.]
Preface: Another 3,4-MD substituted
arylcyclohexylamine-care must be taken to distinguish from 3,4-MD-PCiPr- think
MXPr vs. MXiPr. This compound is very interesting in the literature: out of a suite of similar compounds tested for broad-spectrum affinities it
stood out as having one of the highest affinities for the NMDA receptor, along with being one of the most selective. What does
selectivity mean here? Psychoactive drugs are defined by their primary
mechanism of action, NMDA antagonism for dissociatives, 5-HT2A agonism for
psychedelics, MOR agonism for opioids etc; because that is the action that
drives the desired and noticeable effects. Most drugs hit a variety of other
receptors too however- these are peripheral effects. Notably, many NMDA
antagonists have peripheral activity on the monoamine transporters, giving them
stimulant activity. A selective compound is one that hits the receptor of
interest to a much higher degree than it hits any other receptors.
All of this is to say that 3,4-MD-PCPr is in
that sense, a very “pure” dissociative- it drives the primary mechanism of drug
induced dissociation without doing much else. The only other compound that was
comparable in this regard was 2,5-DiMeO-PCP, interestingly enough. Perhaps
selectivity is driven by having two aromatic substitutions. Per the
dissertation, 3,4-MD-PCPr also had an exceptionally high affinity for the NMDA
receptor, which would suggest that it was extremely potent- this oddly enough
did not turn out to be the case. I am not sure what the explanation for this
would be.
This is an odyssey of a compound, the
experience is intense, all consuming, and lasts for a very very long time, with
a duration of almost 30 hours. This is one of the longest lasting dissociatives
I have ever consumed in fact. Perhaps that is a function of the exceptionally
high affinity. While this is a higher dose, it was not overwhelming to the
point of being incomprehensible- there was a sense that I could’ve gone even
deeper, there was more to be found, but this much dazing intensity for so long
made me reluctant to explore further, it was simply exhausting and I do not have
the time for that. It is a numbing journey, vibrant and diverse, and can be
manifested and adapted in various ways to the circumstances. It is quite
anesthetic- perhaps it may have some use there. It is another one like
3,4-MD-PCP that is hard to really describe. It is a fascinating example of how
those pharmacological properties can manifest in person.
T0:00- Dose taken intranasally. The powder is
light and fluffy. It has an unpleasant flavor but there is no pain or sting.
T0:12- I go out to the outdoor market to get produce.
It is a bright hot day in the late summer. I feel the onset- feeling a bit
lightheaded and dizzy. There is no interference with interacting with the
shopkeepers.
T0:30- I get home. I feel the drug more and
more, but it is still very slow and gradual. There is a little bit of an extra
push and extra momentum in every step.
T0:40- I feel pressure in the front of my
head, like I am wearing a tight headband.
T0:50- It comes on more and more. It feels
like a great wave is washing over me and tossing me about. Still gentle and
manageable, but impossible to ignore at this point. I am quite dizzy.
T1:00- It grows heavier and heavier. I
aimlessly scroll social media and read Wikipedia pages. I am having a hard time
maintaining a stream of attention, I am distractable, but nothing seems
particularly interesting. It feels so gradual and smooth. I see visual effects
start to wobble in the ceiling. Concentric corrugated patterns in navy blue
ripple and wiggle.
T1:20- How it comes now, a great storm
washing waves over my deck. Lamps are tossed about and set the whole ship
alight. It feels like that; I am suddenly burning with energy while great
forces overtake me from places unknown. It’s a heavy dissociation. It progressed
slowly and smoothly, but at once, the floodwaters are taken with heavy chunks
of earth and debris; the gentle flow hits a surge; I can almost feel the impact
of the sudden drop in intensity. It feels like heavy static has been poured
over my existence like viscous syrup. Everything feels heavy, everything is
beholden to gravity, it feels like the air is pulling me down into my chair. I
let out a deep sigh.
But still- it is smooth, it is polite, it is
gentle and intentional. It aims to make such jarring shifts in contrast as
comfortable as possible. My fingers are heavy.
I blink three times, squinch my eyes, exhale
sharply, and look up. Peculiar. I stand up and move around; despite the wave of
sinking dissociative heaviness, I can quickly switch to being functional;
albeit in a dazed, numb, shellshocked and clumsy state. I am dizzy and spacey
and vibrating, my extremities feel heavy, my eyes feel like they are on the
back of my skull and my skin feels like it is made of rigid plastic. I manage
to roll a passable joint and go out into the backyard to smoke. The sky is a
ceiling above me and the leaves rustle and set in flat planes exactly parallel
to my body. I finish and go back inside. I am comfortable and content.
T1:35- I am back inside now. Cannabis
certainly potentiated the experience. As it will always do. Everything feels
heavy. The walls seem like they are angrily pressing down into a resistant
floor. My footsteps feel like drumbeats. It feels like sand is falling over me,
burying me. It feels okay to stand up, I can function with it, but there is a
persistent compulsion to be still. The room perceived as tangled and bent moves
around me and adjusts itself to form a path for me. I flop down in my study and
put on Khoomei music (Tuvan throat singing of the steppe peoples; I’ve been
taken with a fascination of reading about the Mongol Empire recently). The
tempo and dynamics imitate the rhythm of the galloping horse, and as such, the
sound tramples circles around the ceiling of my room.
I am just lying flat on the couch now, the
ultimate heaven. I recognize that I can get up and engage with things and
explore how this compound interacts with my various enrichment items scattered
around the room. But all I want to do is sit still. I feel like I am being
buried in vibrating sand that looks like TV static. So much of a total sense of
buzzing, rumbling, vibrating throughout my entire body in pleasant ways. I
stare up at the ceiling- Visuals present in pulsing grids, various shades of
neon and pastel yellows and oranges. They shift and arrange in patterns of
scales and ripples. They traverse naturally as a river would. Non-intrusive,
merely there. Similar scenes played out on other blank surfaces. My head is
heavy and I am very distractible, pacing like a zoo animal, not sure what I
want to do- Do I want to move, do I want to play a video game, do I want to
draw, do I want to just lie down and sink into the experience. The headspace is
lucid and rational, which is curious.
I opt to just lie still and close my eyes and
listen to music. There is an energy of blurred heat waves pulsing off any sharp
corners in my vision. A Saint Elmo’s Fire of dissociation. It feels like huge
icebergs are bouncing and pushing the loose phantom of what I consider my
physical form. It all feels so big! Everything feels bigger and grander. It is
monolithic. Everything is huge and heavy. Everything is towering. This is a
drug that is epic in its scope.
T1:50- I put on music- Boards of Canada’s
“Geogaddi”- luscious, eerie, intentional, each track feels like a living being.
I shun the curtains and turn off the lights. I tie a bandana around my eyes. Immediately
my body is subsumed by the earth and taken into its bosom. My consciousness is
packed into a new avatar, limbless, roughly human shaped, a pale golem with few
polygons. Carpets of grid patterns wrap tightly around it and I am transported
about like a rollercoaster. There is a sense of motion; turning, twisting,
rotating, at times being folded and rearranged, all of it soft and pleasant.
Skies of patterned pastel colors, distant lands in crystal grids. There is so
much sense of weight, this new conscious avatar feels bounded by heavy chains.
There is often a sense of my form inflating, growing larger, twisting and
bending. The annals of this experience were largely incomprehensible, just a
pleasant sensory experience. I feel lucid, all I can do is really think and
appreciate this experience, its soft vanilla edges, its clever designs and
pleasant tactile surfaces.
T2:10- As the music plays I drift in and out
of this space. I open my eyes sometimes and stare at the ceiling as purple and
orange patterns pulse across the space in mathematical regularity. I drift now.
All I can do is drift. I am full of waves. I am full of thoughts that I can’t
quite piece together, but there is an underlying sense of tranquility, so this
doesn’t bother me much. The couchlock is hyperbolic. I feel like a statue. I
feel so content to be completely still. This is what I was meant to do, to be
stoic, to be empty and tired as the clouds pass around me, sand pouring in over
my head, pressing down on me more the deeper it gets. There is still a sense of
motion, of hovering, of my shape expanding. I can try to do other things but
this state is simply pleasant, the path of least resistance.
T2:15- There is a soothing tranquil euphoria
that wells through me. This is a journey with fair winds. I need to go the
bathroom. I force myself up and find that I can stand and walk perfectly
normally. My hands feel like wooden blocks and I feel like my head is floating
separately from my body but I can still operate. I come back to my room and sit
down and sink in again. This can really be whatever I want it to.
T2:20- My spouse comes home from running
separate errands throughout the day. I make small talk with them and while it
is obvious that I am on a dissociative, I am still able to converse coherently.
It just feels like I need to quickly visualize each word before I place it. I
go up the stairs and follow them around the house, both of us just chatting
about our days. There is no real boost to sociality, rather a mild difficulty
quickly stringing thoughts together.
T2:40- It is so smooth and pleasant and
gentle, It is so nice to just lay here and let it take me over. At once though,
it is intimidatingly intense still, almost 3 hours in, with no sign of
relenting.
T3:00- It comes and goes in waves of
intensity with little rhyme or reason. I am in a daze, unable to focus on deciding
a task. The air feels dense with times and memories. The room is stuffy and
stifling. It feels like ambient energy around the room is sticking to me and
building up and I do not know what to do with it. I have a bit of a headache.
It is heavy and distant, a great beast whose scale is shown in diffused dust
and mist. There is a sense of unreality, that a new world will spawn behind my
door when I close it. There is a sense that everything in my room is
preprogrammed as are my interactions with those objects. But these were just
fun frolicking thoughts, nothing to seriously consider. Orange and green grid
patterns now cast over everything.
T4:00- I feel heavy but there has not been an
imposing sense of a rush throughout this experience. The drug has operated in
the background, with great weight and vigor. There is little mania, but there
is a subtle sort of self-serving self-congratulating bent to thought processes
about the self. I sit down and play Ocarina of time- I am trying to attain the
lens of truth. The dissociation is heavy and hard to ignore. I feel like I have
to keep fighting it off when I sit still and focus on a task.
T5:00- Still quite intense. I can still
achieve some state of loss of body and full closed eyed visual spaces if I lie
down. The peak has been waves of intensity for the last 4 hours. It feels
cavernous and colossal. It feels like a long journey. I can still talk and
function. I don’t have much appetite. I am kind of tired of the lingering
intensity at this point.
T7:00- A friend who happened to have officiated
our wedding has come over for dinner. I can socialize normally but it is still
affected by a sense of consciously choosing every word. I still stutter and
trip on words as I do with dissociatives. The intensity does seem like it has
begun a very long gradual descent.
T8:00- Normally I do all the kitchen
functions because I am a control freak. I usually like to cook for guests, but
this time around my spouse has offered to do it with my friend so I get to just
sit back in a daze. I am lounging in an easy chair, there is no longer a sense
that I can sink fully into the experience anymore. That was starting to get
frustratingly disorienting, but I do find the general sense of cognitive
slowness, dizziness and odd senses of proprioception and weight to be annoying
at this point.
T10:00- I eat dinner. I don’t have much
appetite at all but I manage to finish it. I am still pretty dazed, but I am
certainly less incapacitated than I was 2 hours ago. I can converse more
normally now which is a blessing. But I am still dizzy, stunted, slow.
T14:00- Have just been hanging out and
playing videogames. It’s really still there. Wow. I mostly just feel it in my
body now, along with a sort of dazed flatness in my head. My limbs feel gangly
with excess momentum and more weight in the hands. There is still an odd spring
in my gait. It is now 4 A.M. I don’t feel particularly stimulated though I
still sense it would be annoying trying to sleep on this drug without any
assistance. I take my prescribed 50 mg of Trazodone, 25 mg of Doxylamine, and
fall asleep.
-The next day-
T22:00- I wake up at noon. I definitely still
feel dissed. There is tightness around my head. I feel dizzy and detached from
things. My equilibrium does not feel fully restored. I am still in my head,
taking in the world around me with a degree of separation. My limbs still feel
oddly weighted. Whuff.
T26:00- It has gradually settled away
throughout the day. I have to drive up and meet a friend. I get in the car,
pull out of the space, drive down the road a little, and immediately settle
into the first parking space I see. I can’t do this. I have lost my sense of
the space the car takes up, my reaction times are poor, and I feel oddly
distractible. None of that. I cancel those plans.
T28:00- Less and less but It is still
present. I mostly just feel it as a physical sensation in my head, and still an
odd spacy dissociation from objects I interact with immediately.
T30:00- There is perhaps a still lingering
afterglow but the effects seem to have mostly subsided by this point.
Conclusion: What a saga. This is not
something to be taken lightly or casually. I suppose this is what pure ultra-high
affinity ultra-selective NMDAr antagonism feels like. Long and difficult to
parse or describe. A heavy and all-consuming type of experience that really just
drags on forever. It is perhaps meditative and insightful, but any lessons are
eventually lost in the throes of travailing its waves for more than a day. It
is blissful, smooth, confident without the mania, anesthetizing and couch-locking.
But I can easily wrangle myself out of it to walk and talk and function, albeit
a bit handicapped. There are so many layers and levels to this compound, which is
natural for something with a duration of 30 hours.