Age: 23
Weight: 130 lbs
Dosage: 150 mg
Intranasal
Setting: My apartment
T0:00 – Suck down two
fat mounds of powder- it has been quite a while since I have had to snort so
much powder at once, and it is exceedingly unpleasant, as expected. It doesn’t
have the acrid petroleum odor and flavor of other arylcyclohexylamines, rather
it is more of a musty, rancid smell.
T0:08 – A gentle wave begins
to wash over me, a cascade of dissociation running down the length of my body
like syrup. It manifests as a sense of feeling dizzy, lightheaded and
perceptually askew. The burgeoning feeling is bulbous and pulsing, like a
bubble expanding in my mind. The drip is starting down the back of my throat, and
it is predictably very unpleasant. A dry sandy numbness begins to settle in my
extremities.
T0:20 - I feel a numb
sense of fading in my face as though a gentle breeze is stripping away my
sensory experience. The drug is making my surroundings flow around me, rather
than the drug flowing through me. I am mentally very distant and disconnected,
my thoughts turning to an empty neutrality.
It feels like muted
ketamine, whereas ketamine kicks down the door, this one just quietly slithers
in and constricts me. There is the similar sense of waves slowly pulsing up and
down the length of my body, as though I am an oily film on the surface of a
rippling pool.
T0:30 – I have been
immersed in a great dense stratus cloud that has settled over my existence. An
icy dissociation freezes its way into my limbs. The visuals are dim and boring,
barely discernible with eyes open or closed. This turns out to just be the
prologue to the experience however-
I soon seep past this
antechamber and begin to feel subject to overwhelming dissociation in earnest. It
races down my limbs and into my being, blurring and deconstructing the world
around me, turning it still and vitreous. My vision becomes nothing but a mere
still image, devoid of the usual connections and associations that sensory
stimuli generate. My open-eyed vision begins pulsing and flashing, as a sense
of numbness and oscillating motion grips me, like great strong hands of icy
static clutching my face, squeezing my arms, and wrangling my mind. I smoke
cannabis from a bowl as I peak and nurse it over the next 10 minutes or so,
this seems to have an effect of igniting flareups in the experience, bringing
out the visuals and illuminating its overall intensity.
T0:35 - Everything has
converged into a very heavy mass, sinking into the fabric of reality, sagging
it down. My mind still feels fairly lucid, but my body is trapped in viscous syrup.
Everything feels very blue and purple. My sense of space is spasming- At once I
feel very far away, very high up, very distant, then shrunken, compact, sinking
into the earth.
T0:40 – Some
dissociatives have a sense of rushing force, like a raging torrent of
dissociation stripping my senses away with furious velocity. There is a vicious
manic energy to them, with racing thoughts and soaring visuals. This one
presents as more of a sinking, suppressing dissociative, where I am slowly
being immersed deeper and deeper into the pressing depths of a viscous numbing
fluid. I fee like a malleable piece of bent metal.
T0:45 - I am still cognitively
very lucid and this seems to generate a sense of dissonance with how heavily
dissociated my body is. My extremities feel like little crystals of syrup
My essence is dripping
all over and there is a great weight in my head, as if a huge brick is glued to
my brain. Closing my eyes yields a dulled space, decorated with cool colors
like teals and violets.
T0:54 - The experience
is already on the downturn. I feel out of breath, despite it not being
particularly jarring or intense. My mind is running exponentially faster with
each passing moment as it rises out of the pool of this experience, my body is
stil running slow. I still simultaneously feel spacey, droopy and deconstructed.
I get up to go to the bathroom, walking is wobbly and difficult, but in more of
a drunken way than the usual astoundingly broken proprioception that other
dissociatives can impart.
T1:08 - I cut out and
redose 60 mg intranasally. It’s much less unpleasant this time, probably
because I am already pretty dissociated.
T1:15 – The second
dose hits fast and hard, like an avalanche crushing my consciousness. I have
been impacted, splattered across the dissociative space. My mind twists and
bends to accommodate this striking new stimulus, or rather the lack thereof, as
it smothers my perceptions. The closed eyed visuals have manifested more
clearly, as grand violet forms slowly revolving and rotating around me, a dim
room with stark corners and walls, formless yet acutely defined, empty and
blank with great sharp rectangular voids.
My body feels like
it’s being scanned as waves slowly pass through it, reading every bit of its
form. Pulses run through my body and drag its essence along with them, turning
my sense of self into a warped, smeared mess. I get many of the classical
non-manic dissociative effects- the sense of movement when I am still, blurry
double vision, difficultly reading, a twitching and flashing gripping my visual
field.
T1:25 - I am being
spackled and spat across a grandiose void onto a gently rotating nexus. My seemingly
comatose body is turning around it, a swirling violet Armageddon like a furious
aurora thrashing above me, fracturing into looming blocks of color. I feel like
I am being ground between the gravitation force of two great cosmic wheels, but
it is an entirely pleasant sensation. With my eyes open, everything is draped
in a matte veil of wintry blue.
I am sinking into a
casket, I am gelatinous and blank, entombed in a gooey crystal prison garden, a
sense of constriction and swelling and tightness overtakes me, as if I am being
wrapped in cellophane or as if I am an arthropod about to burst from its
vitreous exoskeleton. There are odd little pressure anomalies traveling around
my body, as if little hands are brushing me and tapping me all over, particularly
up and down my legs. The room is spinning and I am wildly dizzy. I would
describe it as “dark ketamine”.
T1:40 – I am curled
into a ball as the experience slowly weakens its grip, like a tide going out
and dragging the sediment with it, the waters cold and glassy and deep midnight
violet. The great deep sinking has given way to a gentler dissociation, like
slowly being blanketed by snow. Everything is slowing down, I am definitely
able to walk and function more, but each movement is still very punctuated and
marked with exaggerated momentum.
T1:50 - I am drooping and
lowering slowly, my form is returning to my body but I feel like a distant and
numb icy wraith.
T2:00- it continues to
fade, still some residual numbness in my extremities and a sense of feeling
cognitively distant.
T3:00- almost back to
baseline, have a bit of a headache
T4:00 – Returned
almost entirely to baseline.
Conclusion: 2F-DCK is
a sinking incapacitating sort of dissociative. It is reminiscent of ketamine in
terms of duration and overall feeling, but it has had the energy and light of
ketamine ablated. It is a suppressed, sinking, duller and stiller dissociative,
it holds the user very still and drapes them in a cascade of syrupy blue resin
that hardens around them.
