2C-B-FLY

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Age: 21

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 25 mg 2C-B-FLY oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment, friend’s party

T0:00-Dosed cap on a mostly empty stomach. The setting is wonderful, several friends are over, and all of us are on some sort of psychedelic- 1 person on 4-HO-MiPT, 1 person on 4-AcO-DMT, and 2 people on LSD.

T1:00-Not really feeling anything yet other than some nausea and nervous stimulation in my muscles.

T1:30-Lightly tripping, the trip is coming on like a slow clean burn. My mind is slowly cooking and simmering in dry bright sterile white heat. My mind certainly feels warmer. The glow pulses all over me and crackles my nerve and veins like mudcracks on a dry lakebed under the relentless sun.

T2:00-The fire smolders hotter now, white hot coals sizzling in my skull and drying my nervous system to a state of mummification, pure, sterile, clean and preserved forever. It’s dizzying and dazzling, it’s scorching jovial buzz. It sounds like it might be uncomfortable, but it was entirely pleasant, save for some nausea. I am feeling giggly and it feels like my mental processing power has increased with this influx of heat on my mind. I can understand and respond to things faster and better than before. Still feeling a bit stimmy and unsettled deep within, like the energy of this experience has shifted something out of place. No visuals to speak of yet.

T2:30-Smoke a bowl. This greatly enhances the visual aspect of the experience. The sheer joy of being with friends and people I love who all are also delving into a similar experience is immeasurable. It’s like riding a roller coaster together, just raw shared pleasure. Smoking kicks up the visual aspect substantially. The visuals are still not powerful, but they are present now. They present as warping flowing patterns overlaid over my normal field of vision. They are ripply and concentric, and pulsing and meandering like worms grazing a field. Flat surfaces without texture are smeared with gentle cascades of turquoise and magenta.

T2:40-Interacting with people was easy and gleeful earlier, but I am stricken by a sort of bemused awkwardness, like I am dumbfounded with my inability to properly portray words and emotions. It’s hard to imagine anything will bring me down or make me feel unpleasant, the smoldering ember still glows hot and buzzes with excitement. I feel like I have receded into the depths of an oven, that sounds are now distant, that the waves of heat in the air warp and bend the soundwaves before they can reach my ears. I am certainly peaking now. The visuals have picked up even more. They are not patterns or any organized forms, but rather just random abstract alterations of my visual field, appearing in the forms of swirling textures, tracers, reverberating and vibrating and mirroring and pulsing images. They are not overwhelming or inhibitory in the least, but rather are pleasant decoration for the trip. There are almost no closed eyed visuals, they seem faint and are difficult to focus on or remember.

T3:30-This is just so much fun, I wouldn’t describe it as euphoric, or deep, or empathogenic, just fun, raw fun. The setting is fantastic and that certainly contributes to the feeling. It’s extremely giggly and laughing and joking feels like a divine right. I notice that I have begun to get very sweaty, but it’s not uncomfortable. The visuals are still searing through me, baking my mind and cooking my surroundings into a crisp altered state. It seems like the whole world is being pierced by heat waves, and the waves begin to swirl and mirror and turn into intangible forms that intercept all stimuli.

T5:00-Another friend arrives and pops a cap of 4-AcO-DMT. We’re preparing to go to a party. The visuals have died down substantially at this point, but I still feel pretty warped and altered, and there is still that searing heat in my mind, cooking my thoughts to perfection. I find myself having to urinate quite a lot, and at times it’s quite difficult, a standard symptom of phenethylamines. After hanging out for a bit we decide to go to the party. I feel a bit nervous, as I’m not sure how well one of the people with us will get along with the people at the party, but it’s simply too late to back out now, and although the anxiety is creeping up my throat and choking me, the warm buzz from my head is keeping the lurking fear at bay. I feel confident, I feel like nothing can go wrong, that I can interact with people well and that everything I have to say is worth saying.

T5:30-We arrive at the party and to my delight my social ability is not at all impaired, even after smoking more weed. I find myself comfortable interacting with people, and I honestly find myself unable to shut up. I have so much to say on every subject I can conceive, and I am just talking endlessly about my interests to anyone who will strike up conversation with me. My thoughts are articulate, and I feel socially savvy and capable. A person comes up to talk to me who very apparently knows who I am, though I do not recognize her at all. We talk for a while and I ask her things about her life that end up being totally wrong, because I just don’t know who she is. But even this social slight does not bring me down (and I figure out who it is later and apologize). The trip is entirely cognitive now, it almost feels like a roll, but sharper, cleaner, without all the fuzziness in the memory or the excessive mushiness. I am excited to talk, I am excited to share my thoughts, I feel like I have things to say that are worth saying. We hang out at the party for quite some time.

T8:00-We leave the party and head home. Apparently not everyone had as enjoyable time as I had. I feel sad and selfish that I indulged in myself so much while they were not granted the privilege. I am still talking endlessly and competently about subjects that interest me, about things I have a great deal of knowledge about. Well maybe not a great deal, but enough knowledge to sound like I know what I am talking about. The thoughts flow naturally, it’s not the excessive word vomit that empathogens give me where it feels like I must fill all empty space with vocalizations. Each word feels worthy and well-chosen and well crafted. I feel cool and confident. What a rare and wonderful sensation.

T12:00-After smoking a lot of weed I am mostly down now and just feel high. There is a slight afterglow that hangs around until I fall asleep, it’s just that same dry warmth in my mind, oiling the machine and sending pulses of coherent and cogent thought through my nerves.

Conclusion: Dang this drug is fun, I don’t think I’ve encountered a better party drug. Like I mention in the report, it’s not necessarily deep or empathogenic or anything, its overall quality is that it’s just plain fun. It makes everything funnier, it makes jokes and quips flow out better and develop more articulately. One other thing that stands out was how warm it was, just a sensation of warmth within and without, a dry pulsing rippling heat that is still very pleasant. It’s a warmth that radiates outwards from the core and from the skull, leaving one’s sternum feeling like it’s made of heated metal. It’s also decently long lasting, without too much bodyload. It’s not very visual, and the visuals are just distortions and abstractions, no real patterns or anything to note. Unfortunately, a vendor selling this for a massive discount discontinued selling it literally the day after this trip when I was planning on ordering much more. Whelp.

3-MeO-PCP + Ketamine

Age: 21

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 10 mg 3-MeO-PCP Intranasal, 90 mg Ketamine Intranasal

Setting: My apartment, Show house

Earlier today I had taken a test for calculus. It was extremely distressing. I had been studying about 5 hours a day every day that week, I sought help from tutors, but it seems my mind is just too dense to allow for calculus. The test was a disaster, I do not think I got a single question correct. I was incredibly depressed, because the consequences of this failure were far reaching. It meant I would have to be in school for longer, that I would be set back even further, that I would potentially have to give up on my hopes and dreams, it meant that I would lose my parent’s love and respect, it meant that I am stupid, it meant that I am too stupid and weak to complete school or do anything with my life that would be to my parent’s satisfaction. In the heat of the moment, I desired nothing more than death, and made my way to the roof of a parking garage. Sitting on the edge over the street, a kind stranger came up and talked to me and pulled me out of the strange dissociating funk I was locked in. My dear friend was playing a show at a house that night so I decided to descend and go to that instead of dying. I had planned on taking dissociatives for that, and I figure now they’ll have the added benefit of dissociating me from my anxieties.

T0:00-Cut all the drugs into one line and suck it up.

T0:05-Already feeling a bit lightheaded and dizzy. While I feel light, it feels like there’s a great heavy impact from every step I take.

T0:10-I’m packed up and ready to head out, I feel like I am a floating head, and beneath that head lies a tangle of limbs that thrash and jolt and twitch slowly, mechanically, methodically to move around the space that this head floats within. Each step I take feels like I am being propelled by some unseen springing wind, and every bend of my joints is an explosion of force in the void. I hobble over to the show house, the fabric of reality gently forming into a sphere around me. Every person I walk by seems so distant, not only physically but the mere fact of their existence seems like a distant and foreign concept. I feel completely alone in a cold world with many strange people walking around in the bare light between the swaths of darkness.

T0:30-I arrive at the house, it’s pretty overwhelming but I am thankfully able to find people I know rather quickly. I anchor to them to avoid having to interact with the world in this state. It feels like I am experiencing everything from under the surface of water. Imagine being at a party, but you are situated in a full bathtub and experiencing everything from a muffled place just beneath the surface, vision is blurred and indistinct and sounds are muddled and dampened. It’s like I am in a box of clear glass, and extra layer that interferes with my interactions with those around me. I light up a joint and smoke it with my friends.

T0:50-My friend plays his set, I am overjoyed to witness it. The sounds are beautiful and come from a pained place that I am all too familiar with, he sings and plays from his heart, about pains I have intimately experienced alongside him. I can close my eyes and sink into my numb body and enter a world of neon flashing ghost images in a deep black abyss. His set ends and I give him a big huge. I suddenly realize a great many old friends are here now, people I have not spoken to in quite some time. It’s a joyous reunion and I am very happy to be seeing these people. In my excitement I try to converse with all of them while still dissociated to the point where it feels like I am being blasted in the face by a numbing gale, a gale that disables my lips and facial expressions and thoughts. I am forgetting my words halfway through a sentence but I don’t care, in manic fits of the mind I just conjure up new ones and confidently throw them outwards, hoping they come out coherently but also not really caring whether they do or not. I want to be social, but am slightly inhibited by my mental state. I certainly could have socialized more effectively here, it seems I had the will to socialize but not the ability. The rest of the night is spent in a daze, where I find myself trying to recall things but not really effectively remembering them, stuff like people’s names, etc. I wonder if this experience is wonderful because of the drugs, and how this experience will sit in my memory, whether or not I will remember feeling like I am underwater.

T1:40-I watch another set. By now my mind and body feel like they have descended a bit and I am able to make conversation better. The ketamine is definitely wearing off. I want to talk to everyone, even strangers, which is certainly different for me. I recognize a girl I matched with on tinder who talked to be briefly, the interaction is incredibly awkward but it’s a glancing blow and I don’t dwell on it at all, not like how I would normally handle such a situation. I smoke several more bowls and socialize more, at times feeling like I am just socializing for the sake of socializing, with no real productive interactions occurring.

T4:00-I leave the house and walk home after watching several more people place music. I still feel a bit dissociated, but I am able to navigate and move normally. I smoke some more with my roommate upon returning home and we talk and hang out for a bit. The high feels so cold and clean at this point, like icy sterile surgical instruments have severed my ability to process my sensory input, that all connection between the raw incoming data and my emotional / mental processing and associations have been frozen. And it feels great, at least as an alternative to feeling incredibly depressed and pessimistic.

T8:00-I go to sleep, still feeling a bit dissociated but mostly feeling stoned at this point. 

LSD + 4-HO-MiPT + 2C-B

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Age: 21

Weight: 125 lbs

Dosage: ~200 ug LSD sublingual, 25 mg 4-HO-MiPT oral in gel cap, 33 mg 2C-B oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-I dose everything all together after a shower.

T0:20-I feel so chilly and shaky. Putting on layers does not make me comfortable, this is a cold that shudders out from my bones, it’s the temperature dropping before a shivering rainstorm. I am shuddering and shaking and it feels like my bones are rattling in my flesh.

T0:45-I am so nauseous, I just feel poisoned now, the bitterness of these powders that are in my stomach have seeped into every corner of my consciousness, it’s a bitterness that infests all my senses and leaves my mind feeling like dry rot. I was not expecting to feel this bad, perhaps my nutrition has been poor lately. I am shaking uncontrollably and all I can really do is lie on my bed and hope this will all pass. Any movement exacerbates the discomfort. My jaw is clenching into knots and ice cold electricity shoots through my muscles. Insofar, other effects are hardly noticeable. Slight visual distortion pulses the walls. Faint colored patterns begin to swirl but I pay them no heed. My mental state is entirely and passionately focused on the condition of my body right now.

T1:20-I feel like I have broken over the edge. I’ve had it in my mind this whole time, this will be fun, this will be a blast, all I need to do is make it over this hellish twitchy disquieting hump. At last, it feels like I have splashed facefirst into a pool while on fire, the relief is tangible and the world swirls around me as the discomfort dissipates. I am on three different psychedelics, but I honestly cannot tell that there are different substances coursing through my veins. It’s not like one drug is overpowering the others, but that they have all coalesced into one entirely unique experience, a singular drug rather than a combination of them. They have matched each other in power perfectly and synchronized into a dazzling experience of its own. The visuals do not remind me of any of the substance, they are frenetic and rippling with raw energy, incredibly intricate and jagged, twitching like green mechanical worms over every surface. My vision is dominated by a grand patterned starburst, the root of some psychedelic plant with intricate foliated visuals branching out from it. Closing my eyes drags me into a world of my body vibrating away into toothed waves, the waves spilling out into the space around me and swirling and twisting and tangling into infinite chaos and absurdity. Music is absolutely fantastic, every detail of the sound makes itself apparent to me and lays out before me for my aesthetic appreciation. I was enjoying lying around listening to music so much that I stopped taking notes or recording timestamps.

I notice mostly that I am not tripping as hard as I would’ve liked. My goal in this instance was to give myself a powerful trip on my three favorite substances from the three main families of psychedelic. I had made the observation that by some force of the cosmos, I always have the most intense trips when I don’t intend to, or when tripping that hard is inconvenient. Those trips are always inevitably quite stressful as they seriously inhibit whatever else I intended to do during that experience. I figured I would give myself some free time and try to plunge into the depths while actually prepared for it, but to no avail. Perhaps It was all just warped perceptions, that I perceive myself as tripping harder when I expect different and vice versa. That I’m objectively tripping just the same as my “hard” experiences, but it lacks the element of being overwhelming or out of my control.

T2:00-I begin to wonder how I can make this experience productive, as I realize that without sinking into the depths I feel like I am just wasting my time. I wonder how I can channel this psychedelic energy into some other activity. I smoke a bowl of cannabis to boost me a little bit and then decide to try and dissect why I have been such a poor student as of late. The hyperanalytical aspect of 4-HO-MiPT rears its head from the maelstrom and I find myself researching the definition of laziness. I soon realize that attempting to read or learn while in this state is just incredibly difficult. When I look at words, I realize that I can only read the single word I am focusing on, all the other words surrounding that one appear as incomprehensible illegible glyphs of some language I do not know. It’s difficult for me to glean any meaning from sentences as I must process them one word at a time, and then go back and cross reference each word with each other to see what they all mean in combination. I am reading the Wikipedia article on laziness at a rate of about 1 sentence per 2 minutes, and even then I have to piece together the meaning of the sentences. After quite some time I finally manage to piece together what laziness means, and how it is perceived. It’s from here that I can deconstruct the concept, apply it to my life, bring my lazy ass to amount to something and do well in school. Except I don’t, I just can’t for the life of me figure out why I am so lazy. I can’t for the life of me figure out how to solve it. This combination lends itself to powerful and clear introspection that cuts through my thoughts like a crystal knife, but this is one mystery that it cannot crack.

T3:00-I end up just reading a bunch of junk on Wikipedia for the next few hours. To alleviate my guilt I attempt homework. It falls through entirely, I completely fail at the task and cannot comprehend calculus at all. I end up feeling really stressed for about an hour, stressed about my inadequacies, stressed about my laziness, stressed about what my life is destined for with all these deep character flaws. The psychedelic torrent is merciful for not letting this swirl out of control into a deep depressive episode. Rather, I am able to rationally and clear headedly approach these issues and address them in such a way that I can merely dismiss them. Not a solution, but it kept my mind safe. I am occasionally able to at least sink back and greet the storm of visuals with a smile, sink into the pleasant sensory effects and the euphoric jolts on my brain, let the trip take me into its gentle hands and rock me back and forth and reassure me that no time is wasted, that every moment that I am experiencing the world of my own accord is a moment well spent.

T5:00-I go downstairs and hang out with my roommate and smoke more and play videogames. This is something we do together fairly often, although this particular experience sticks out in my memory. Each game we played, everything I witness, seems to be better etched into my memory than previously. It’s like the memories are a detailed relief, each feature of it carved with incredible depth and noticeable contrast, as opposed to the usual flat blur they occupy in my mind. Conversation and socialization are a bit awkward, although the hyper-analytical aspect of the experience makes for an interesting evening doing something that is usually pretty routine. This continued for the next few hours. Nothing else to note really.

T12:00-Go to sleep.

DALT (Combinations)

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In a previous post I noted the effects of DALT when taken alone. Where it really shines is in combinations however. The first time I ever took it was in combination, and that is what led me to pursue interest in this obscure chemical.  This is a series of reports of DALT in combination with other substances. Some are excerpts from reports I've already written.

DALT + 2C-I

Dose: 50 mg (+15 mg 2C-I @T-6:00)

ROA: Smoked

Setting: My backyard

Preface: I impulsively dosed 15 mg of 2C-I earlier that night. It was a pretty standard trip, I spent it at a friend’s house. I eventually went home and decided to test the interaction with DALT. At this point I was about 6 hours into the experience and I was on the comedown. The visuals had mostly died down, although some swirling patterns crept into the darkness at the corners of my vision. I relaxed in a bathtub in my backyard and packed the DALT between two layers of Cannabis.

T0:00-Light the bowl. Inundated by the familiar bittersweet flavor.

T0:06-Struck by the first notes of the experience. The relaxation I feel is immense and tangible, it’s like a great warm rain pouring down on me. The residual stimminess of the 2C-I gives way to the great warm flood of DALT, washing away the tension and extra energy in my nerves and in my veins. It feels like the sky is zooming in on me, like the vast intricate jigsaw puzzle of the night sky has become this proverbial psychedelic blanket that is draping over me now.

T0:14-The visuals have picked up quite a bit, they are vast airy patterns that are folding and transforming and dancing in the distant reaches of my vision. DALT on its own is certainly not visual, but when combined with psychedelics it truly has a unique way of bringing their visual aspect back. This is also likely from the cannabis that was consumed concurrently. The visuals do not entirely resemble the 2C-I visuals however, they seem blunted, softened, rounded, rendered more blocky and less intricate, though more organic in their flow and behavior. No auditory effects are noted other than things sounded a bit blurry and lo fi. I am lying in this bathtub and sinking into it, it feels like I am really taking a warm bath and gently sinking below the surface.

T0:20-Music is fantastic and I can so pleasantly and easily sink into it. Imagine being in the shallows of a warm tropical sea, the moonlight illuminating the ripples of sand the silhouettes of palm trees in the distance, and then imagine diving into the warm water, like the embrace of bathwater, and lying on the bottom, no sound except for the gentle creeping of the waves above, no feeling except the gentle flow of the water as it ambles around your form. Then introduce music into the equation, cutting through the water like a crystal katana, shimmering into your ears like a cascade of dancing crystals. The soundwaves vibrate the water around you and each pulse of bass, each slithering melody cradles you and ripples the sand beneath you. This is what it felt like. I know I can get up and move and be functional, but I choose not to, this is so comfortable and I want to sink into it as intensely and as best I can.

T0:40-I finally decide to get up and go back inside. It was a pleasant experience, I’m mostly down now, although there are definitely residual visuals that were stronger than when I started.

DALT + LSD

Dose: 90 mg (+200 ug LSD @T-4:00)

ROA: Smoked

Setting: All around my apartment

Preface: We were hosting a party at my house today. But it wasn’t until night. I decided to take some very good acid and see the new star wars movie in a theater with my friend who was also tripping. Afterwards, we got to my house, and remembering my most recent experiment with DALT, decide now is prime time to try it again. I packed 90 mg into a small bowl of Cannabis and let loose. I am more or less at just off the peak of the trip.

T0:00-I’m in my basement, people are already upstairs hanging out before the party. I decide to hang out here by myself to spare them the burnt rc smell. The ratio of DALT to cannabis in the bowl is leaned heavily towards the DALT, and after a few hits it consolidates into one solid chunk. I hit the hot acrid smoke for a while, it feels like it’s slithering down my throat like a centipede.

T0:15-I’ve finished smoking the bowl and I am already feeling like I have dropped off the edge. It feels as though the room has become spherical and is shrinking around me. The patterns of the visuals bulge like a fisheye lens or some sort of dome. My body feels heavy and faded, as if it’s turning to static. I decide to go up to my bedroom, it feels like I’m floating the whole way there like a disembodied head and shoulders.

T0:20-I’m in my bedroom and I am properly tripping balls. I am a bit anxious, I feel as though I am tripping way too hard to host a party at my house. The bodily dissociation is heavy and it all feeds into this headspace of mental dissociation from reality, of dissociation from causality and the flow of time, of dissociation from my physical surroundings and other human presences. Despite the anxiety, my fading body is overwhelmed with a physical flood of calm, at odds with my racing thoughts. The visuals have kicked up, but they do not resemble the intricate patterning of LSD. Instead, they are blocky and resemble a dome with a grid on it, like the inside of the dome of the pantheon. This grid is flashing with cool colors and reeling around me, sucking me into its splendor and dizzying my mind. People begin to arrive and all I can do is just lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to engage or interact meaningfully.

T0:50-I’m so dizzy and out of it still. I manage to go downstairs and interact with people, although I really cannot do much but talk about how hard I’m tripping. My roommate plays some stuff on his guitar and I curl up with my eyes closed and sink into an exquisite world of CEV’s, flowing blocky shapes that stream past me and reverberate into infinity. It’s like speeding down a gridded tunnel, while my body is sedated and couchlocked and immobile. My short term memory has been rendered impotent. Attempts to converse with people fall apart as I forget what we are talking about midway through the conversation. Not ideal for socializing.

T1:50-I smoke a lot of weed throughout the party, and it just rockets me further and further away. I find myself curled up on the floor wishing these drugs would release their iron grip on my mind. It feels like a great iridescent steely hand is stretching my mind away like bubblegum, geometric forms and fractals spilling from it. I definitely don’t feel like I am stoned + tripping, but rather that the trip has been amplified far beyond what it should be at this point in time. It doesn’t just feel like I am enhancing the LSD, but rather I am being bombarded with the convalescence of all of the drugs at once.

T3:30-It has calmed down by now, I am functional and able to be social, and cannabis no longer smacks me in the face like it was earlier. All of the psychedelics seemed to have released their hold on me.

DALT + Ketamine

Dose: 50 mg (+ 170 mg Ketamine @T-2:00 & 120 mg Ketamine @T-0:30)

ROA: Smoked

Setting: My bedroom

Preface: My friends and roommates and I decided to just have a ketamine party night. I started off the night with 170 mg, and then topped it off bit later with 120 mg. In my ketamine fog I somehow remembered that I wanted to test DALT with a dissociative, and what dissociative is more pure and neutral than ketamine? I went upstairs with a friend away from other people, and somehow managed to grind up some weed and pack a bowl with the DALT sprinkled on top. It’s a miracle I didn’t spill it everywhere. I also don’t know how I ever managed to gently light the bowl, but I made do. I shared this bowl with my friend.

T0:00-Taste the smoke. I can certainly taste its flavor, but the dissociation prevents me from detecting any of its unpleasant acridity.

T0:08-That pleasant and familiar relaxation washes over me. The ketamine makes me feel like I am liquid, that my body is a slick of oil bobbing on the surface of a gentle lake, and the DALT becomes a ripple that slowly takes the unctuous slick to pieces, gently and calmly dissolves my sense of self into the space around me.

T0:15-The visual aspect has kicked in. Ketamine gives me some light patterned visuals but now they are out full force, transparent patterns overlaid on every surface, warping them, bulging and distorting everything. The room suddenly feels very very small, it’s as if I have grown in size, or it has closed in around me, but it’s a very comfortable and cozy feeling. The room also appears to be spherical.

T0:20-I sit back on my bed and listen to music, my friend is on the floor. I close my eyes and my body fades away, and I am brought into a great dark world of streaming and rushing cubes and prisms, all of them gently lit from a distance by an eerie turquoise light. The shapes dance and move with the music, and it feels as though my body is being spun and twisted around in all sorts of absurd ways, but once again, it’s quite relaxing and not distressing in the least. Almost like a strange cosmic massage.

T0:30-It seems to already be wearing off. I go back downstairs still feeling floaty and fuzzy, with a vital warmth smoldering deep inside of me.

DALT + 3-MeO-PCP + 2C-B + LSD

(Excerpt from this report)

Dose: 80 mg + (200 ug LSD @ T-7:00, 35 mg 2C-B @ T-6:00, 10 mg 3-MeO-PCP @ T-4:00 & T-1:35)

ROA: Smoked

Setting: My bedroom

T7:00 (T0:00)-The smoke tastes like sweet DMT, it is a very subtle but manageable acrid, it tastes sort of like pumpkins but it is wholly a unique odor. Each hit I take feels like I am being pulled further and further out from reality, into a grand fractal globe of repeating concentric patterns. Like a great cosmic tongue, reaching out to taste me, and my essence swirling away from me to meet it. At last it savors my flavor, and draws me into its maw. I am truly gone.

T7:20 (T0:20)-I close my eyes and it feel my body fade to nothing. I feel it melt into my sheets, become a part of the great fractallized diamond everything around me. I am so distant from myself, I feel the love of some motherly feminine essence envelop me. It feels like an embrace from the fluffy legs of a moth, it feels like being enshrouded in its dusty wings. A great green glow permeates this realm and cascades around me. I do not feel like I am contacting an entity, merely touching with and embracing a personification of some inherent essence of the universe or of my internal self. I feel this great motherly presence descend from the sky and enshroud me in great smoky fingers. It feels like the hand of god, it feels like divine protection and the fire of life and the burning back of forests of death. A great glowing pastel crystal fractal flower blooms above me and blossoms into infinity. Death is something to think about here. My heart is racing, what would happen if I were to die? My existence, everything became a great intricate skull, one that seemed to be woven from a billion waxy fibers, it was like a cattle skull, flashing in deep green and crimson, it was the idea of death, encapsulating all the fears and notions the living hold towards it. It was a great desert that was blossoming with life, it was an oasis of existence. Everything felt so natural and perfectly in place, and so beautiful. I felt cleansed and healed, the energy was pastel pink, green, turquoise and blue. I felt the same strike of life force I’ve gotten from other trips, especially mixing psychedelics and dissociatives. This essence,  this non-entity that I mentioned before is wrapping me in its dusky wings and singing soothing songs that cascade onto my brain.

DALT + 3-MeO-PCP + 4-AcO-DET + Ketamine

(Excerpt from this report)

Dose:50 mg + (10 mg 3-MeO-PCP @ T-4:00, 20 mg 4-AcO-DET @T-2:30, 150 mg of Ketamine @T+1:20)

ROA: Smoked
Setting: My Bedroom

T4:00 (T0:00)-I pop downstairs briefly to ask whether I should administer ketamine. I feel anxiety about tripping so hard when there are so many people in my house. I figure at least informing them of the drugs I am about to use will lessen some of the burden. I am still apprehensive though. I go up to my room and smoke a bowl of DALT. I feel like I am being unraveled into ribbons, polychrome and intertwining. I am razor sharp, I am an arrow piercing through the turbulence that has become my reality, flowers blossoming in my path. There is no doubt in my mind now. I must go deeper. I am ready.

T4:30 (T0:30)-Somehow in this state I manage to crush some ketamine and cut it into a line. The onset feels immediate, it’s like my mind is a snowglobe and I just shook it up. I feel like I am floating in water, my entire room has been flooded. Time kinda stops being a thing after this. I remember lying on my bed, and having it feel like there is warmth rising up from beneath me, I feel like I have become gaseous and this warmth is carrying my form upwards. It feels like steam. Psychedelic visuals begin to kick into next gear, with my entire field of vision warping, melting, and bubbling. Glowing tracers and rippling auras begin to form all around me, obscuring my existence in a beautiful but chaotic morass. I have notes from this but honestly they are completely incoherent.

To the best of my memory, it gradually felt like I had undergone a total paradigm shift. I kept falling into trances. Every time I fell into a trance, it was like an entire new world was being generated around me, a world with its own set of physical laws and properties. Within each world that formed, I found myself to inherently carry the knowledge of its properties and history. I knew exactly where I was, exactly what I was doing there, and exactly how everything there worked. But in each world I was stricken by a longing to return home, I felt like I was out and about but shirking some responsibility, a responsibility to keep track of my body back in this world. It was as though my body was a toddler, prone to wandering into danger, and each time I travelled into a world I was leaving it unattended, potentially in harms way. So each journey I made left me with a distinct feeling of anxiety and irresponsibility. I was tripping right fucking hard. My eyes would drift shut as of their own volition, catapulting me into a trance and a new world. If I could remind myself of how my body worked, I could open my eyes and briefly pull myself out to check on my body and make sure it was in working order. But I would soon accidentally drift off into another realm again.

One recurring theme was predestination and predetermination. Across all of these realms was this foreboding sense of omniscience, of experiencing the entirety of time at once. Visually, it at one point manifested as an infinite grid, each block a vectored point in time and space, all the possibilities of existence laid out before me, and an indescribable sentience dictating my path through this grid. Freaky stuff. This sense of predetermination was very ominous, it felt as if some disaster was lined up for me, and I was blindly careening towards it. The other ominous feeling was that I was hacking into the fabric of reality, and that something did not want me doing that. It felt as though I was going to stumble upon an infinite darkness that would shatter my mind permanently, that this was forbidden knowledge that I was touching upon.

Otherwise, I recall seeing a lot of fractalizing shapes and repeated sequences of forms, each one gradually shrinking in size and tapering into infinity. Great segmented forms loomed over me. In one I remember floating in a shallow sea, this immense segmented pink sentient tower looming above me. There was constant worry about what those beneath me were thinking of me and saying. I thought I heard my name. I thought they were talking about me. I was tripping wayyyyyy too hard to be near anyone. I was deeply shaken. At some points I managed to hoist myself up to get a drink from the bathroom. I actually managed to walk and operate a faucet. I almost became trapped in my bathroom as it became a cage of magenta iridescent forms. It felt like the world was a rocking boat, typical of dissociatives. Back in my room I continued to drift in and out of these worlds. At this point I was getting more used to it, and I had the precedent of my body remaning restrained and peaceful. I allowed myself to drift further, felt more content and less anxious. God I wish I could recall these worlds, perhaps I need to trigger this state again to revisit them? My reality had been shattered, and each shard painted a different color. One world in this stage of the trip was simply a vast nothingness pockmarked with an infinite 3 dimensional array of glowing sigils, representing some language I could never comprehend. In another, the ambient sounds around me began to take up synesthetic representations as a fantastic bestiary of sound creatures. Music was incredible in this state, each sound contributing to a diverse jungle or coral reef of blossoming and personified phonics. Eventually I settled down enough that I was no longer accidentally drifting off into different realms. I stepped outside my room. The whole house was dark. I turned to face a wall, and began to tap and dance my fingers across it. They rippled wherever they touched and from each point of contact a glowing reticulated pattern bloomed, looking like a tangled circuitboard, or the veins of an insects wings. I was able to pretty coherently talk to my friend who was sitting on the stairs. Floral patterns still adorned the darkness all around me. They didn’t want to watch the movie so we went back to my room. Eventually the other friends followed.

Conclusion: DALT on its own can be sprinkled onto a bowl to give a nice relaxing psychedelic edge to smoking, though its questionable if that’s worth dirtying a bowl with the smell/residue. Where it really shines is in combination with other psychedelics. It grabs them by the hand and elevates the experience to an entirely new place, a relaxing and comfortable and unique places that is very different than just amplifying an experience with weed. Perhaps most valuable though is the immense anxiolytic effect- I have not attempted this while having a stressful trip, but I postulate that it could put a damper on anxious experiences and wash the user in a pleasant bath of relaxation.

DALT

(This one has been published by Erowid!!!!)

I obtained n,n DALT mostly because it was very cheap and I wanted to expand my collection. I tacked it onto an order of some more desired substances from an online vendor. I was not able to find much about it on the internet save for a few scattered reports. I opted for smoking it, as insufflation was reported as painful and I’m not keen on plugging.

In these experiments I smoked the HCl salt. I’m unaware of the heat of vaporization or the heat of pyrolysis for this salt or for the freebase chemical. However, the salt is certainly active to some degree when smoked. I am not sure how this might affect dosage either. The powder was smoked from a conventional glass pipe, sandwiched between layers of either Cannabis or Mugwort. Combustion was achieved with gentle controlled heating, ‘teasing’ with the flame similar to how DMT is smoked.

These were several trials performed across a period of 8 months. I am not including them in chronological order, but rather in the order of which reports I think are the most relevant or useful.

This first post is just DALT alone. A followup post will detail all of my combinations.

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Dose: 100 mg

ROA: Smoked

Setting: My bedroom

T0:00-Sandwiched the DALT between 2 layers of mugwort, its consistency is very granular, like salt. I light it, teasing it gently with the flame. The smoke is bitter and acrid, although a bit sweet too, better tasting than DMT. It goes down smoother too, although it is a bit harsh.

T0:07-By now the substance has sort of melted and consolidated and mixed with the burnt bits of plant material, forming a solid black mass that smells of the chemical. I can still get sizable hits by combusting this mass however.
The effects are anxiolytic and dissociating. It’s not the classical dissociative feeling of numbness and lack of coordination, rather a feeling of my body sinking into a warm bath and dissolving. There is also this sinking feeling focused on my head, a familiar dissociating sensation. A feeling like I can feel the weight of my brain inside my skull, that my meninges are the fabric of reality and my mind is sinking like a gravity well into its depths, and the rest of my being, my sense of body, my sense of self, is slowly sinking down into it, flashing, pulsing, rippling.

It has a flatness to it that reminds me of its cousin 5-MeO-DALT… For reference, that’s a feeling of my entire field of vision becoming a single flat image with no spatial distinction between objects or anything really, I am gazing upon one singular image. The taste in my mouth is now reminiscent of the way a clothing store smells.

T0:15-I feel like I am just fading, but it is so deeply comfortable and relaxing. It’s like a blanket has been thrown over my mind, smothering me in its reassuring warmth. I’m getting quite a head rush, it’s not a quick rush like water being sprayed from a firehose, but a great languid rush like watching a swollen river flow with debris. Everything feels like it’s going to be ok, it feels like the drug is gently holding my hand and coaxing me into the experience, it is humble and kind and knows that I am not going to experience too much intensity, but it wants to guide me there anyway like any good host would.

My vision is blurring and twitching and falling out of focus, but really just because I am not paying as much attention to visual input. OEV’s are there, but evade description. Like they are entirely noticeable, but don’t manifest in any familiar way. It’s not patterns, or warping, or breathing, or swirling, or shifts in color, no pulsing or bulging or rippling, things just look different. Maybe it’s a slight shift in perspective, or maybe it’s my mind being shifted off kilter in such a way that normal visual input is interpreted as being altered.

T0:25-It’s a gently warm overcast day with a nervous sun occasionally peeking through the clouds. The sense of calm and bliss is sublime, my bed feels more comfortable than ever and it feels like I am covered in great downy blankets. All I want to do is smile and feel gratitude that the current passage of time has left me unscathed with worries or troubles, that the world is flowing by and I am safe from all of it. The grey air feels like great warm waves washing over me, tossing me about in the tranquility of a balmy moonlit night at a secluded beach. Yet there is a physical restlessness I cannot shake, it twitches deep in my bones and in my veins, indeed my heart rate has felt artificially quickened during this experience despite my otherwise calm. It’s pulsing weight, pulsing flatness, gentle waves rocking me on a glassy lake.

T0:45-I am out of the peak now, there is just a stoned sedated feeling left, and I’m unfortunately not even left with the pleasant psychedelic afterglow that I enjoy from most other substances. It’s just a calm dazed feeling, and a sort of anxiolytic relaxation almost reminiscent of benzodiazepines. Sometimes there are flashes of jitteriness.

T1:30-Back to baseline.

Conclusion: DALT is a recipe for quick, acute, short lasting psychedelic bliss and relaxation. It’s like throwing a great warm psychedelic blanket over your mind, and having it dissolve over the course of an hour. It’s quite pleasant with a bit of restlessness deep in the body. If only it lasted longer, if only it was easier to consume. It’s both intense and lacking any sort of intensity, it’s a very unique and novel substance and experience, although many probably wouldn’t consider the effects ‘worthwhile’ in comparison to other psychedelics. DALT by itself is honestly not too interesting, it’s when combined with other drugs that it really shines.