Age: 24
Weight: 125 lbs
Dosage:
25 mg intranasal
Setting:
My bedroom
Preface:
When 3-HO-PCE first became widely available in 2017 I picked up one of the
first batches that hit the market. My experiences with this substance back then
were lackluster, a barely discernible and odd empty mental dissociation that
barely felt like a dissociative at all, but rather some other strange, neutral
altered state. I quickly dismissed this drug after a few trials as being fairly
unremarkable. As time progressed positive reviews crept in and demand
increased, which confounded me, but I just chalked it up to the subjectivity of
drugs. It was only recently, in May of 2020, that I heard a rumor that that
first batch was particularly weak or impure. I decided to see for myself and obtained
some from a more recently produced batch. I initially experimented at doses
similar to those I had taken with the first batch, ranging from 10-20 mg. The
difference was remarkable- this later batch had indisputable dissociative
effects at doses that only brought about threshold effects in the old batch. I
prefer higher doses and more intense experiences with dissociatives and I feel
that such experiences allow me to better understand the character of a
particular substance, so I ran an experiment with 25 mg, higher than doses I
had even taken with the old batch. That experience is as follows.
T0:00-
Dose taken intranasally. Typical rancid petroleum odor of arylcyclohexylamines.
Not much sting or discomfort to note beyond the bitter flavor.
T0:20-
Begin to feel the first notes as being giddy and lightheaded and slightly
dizzy. Already a presence of euphoria. This already seems better defined than
the experiments with the older batch. Drip is moderately unpleasant but
certainly tolerable.
T0:37-
Feeling more and more dissociated, it is distinctly ringed around my head like
I am wearing a tight diadem. My head begins to feel like an immense weight on
my skinny neck. There is a steady feeling like I am rising- it is a gentle,
soft, smooth and gradual dissociation that slowly immerses me. My fingertips
feel numb and my visual field feels neutralized and subtly refracted like I am
viewing it through thick glass. Open eyed visuals begin to form as smudges and
blurs like some photoshop tool has been run through my field of view. Things
begin to shudder and flicker ever so slightly. My eyelids feel heavier.
Everything starts to feel heavy in fact, I am sitting very still at my desk and
any motion feels like a massive undertaking. This is accompanied by a sense of
accommodating warmth.
Cognitively,
I find myself at first sitting with my eyes closed and tracing my way through
pleasant memories, turning them over and analyzing every angle of them like one
would analyze the shape and textures of an interesting rock. This begins to
fade as a sense of stupefied numbness creeps into my brain, as though its
creases are being smoothed over like clay. My thoughts begin to unravel from my
head in great empty streamers that flop over and fall soft and flaccid as they
peel off into nothingness, like great gooey streams of putty. I feel like I am
forgetting to breathe occasionally.
T0:47-
Spontaneous sensations begin to feel their way across my body like great empty
hands made of wet clay. There is a pleasant pressure on my temples and it feels
like my teeth are buzzing with numbness. This anesthetic buzzing passes across
my skin, tickling and tingling up my neck and into my facial nerves.
T0:52-
The dissociation wells up more and more, pulsing through my body like a dome of
magma rupturing the earth’s crust, radiating a pleasant warmth into the shell
of my being. I feel so incredibly heavy and steady and slow like I myself am
made of heavy stone. Every motion requires so much effort and I am more than
content to just sit perfectly still. Open eyed visuals become more and more
defined, as spots, ripples, twitches and shakes. Everything is flashing and arcing
off into infinity.
T1:00-
It’s so hard to do anything and the trip is evolving and accelerating so
quickly. My mind wanders off from my catatonic body, flaring and dancing in the
empty space of my room. That body, so still, is a melting lump of clay, its
weight pooling with gravity. It feels like it is being smoothed over by wind or
a steady ocean current, not sudden and violent but steady and unwavering. Every
motion I can muster feels slow and deliberate like I am a puppet being operated
with the utmost care. My skin feels cold, glassy, and artificial.
Breathing
is shallower. Visuals are flowing, in constant sinking motion, like water
running down cave formations, smoothing them out. Waves of color wash over me,
deep navy blues and heavy maroons. My jaw hangs agape and my teeth continue
tingle.
T1:15-
It feels like time has slowed down so much. It feels like everything has slowed
down really. Only the music I have playing, perceived at normal speed, anchors
me in a proper conception of time.
This
trip is remarkably warm, not the manic fiery warmth that other
arylcyclohexylamines like 3-MeO-PCP or 3-MeO-PCE can impart, but a gentle,
immersive smothering warmth like sinking into a mud bath. My body continually
feels like it is melting and sagging to gravity despite nothing happening
physically. It is a continuous and fairly pleasant sensation. I can
particularly feel the weight of my skull, and in that, particularly the weight
of my mandible.
The
whole world begins to look slanted and askew, especially the text on my screen.
I remark to a friend that I am chatting with that it seems like everything is
suddenly written in italics. I am so lazy and sedated, I don’t want to move
from this spot, but I know my bed would feel even more comfortable. I want to
lie down and listen to big walls of sound, let them grind down on me.
I
had a bowl of cannabis packed beforehand, I muster up the motivation to smoke a
few hits. It doesn’t add much to the experience other than a slight intensification
of the buzzing sensation. The buzzing runs up my spine into my skull, expelling
its excess energy through my teeth. This is pleasant, blissful and fun, so slow
and heavy. It feels like convection, like I am constantly bubbling and floating
up, then succumbing to gravity and sinking down, like a ping pong ball caught
in a waterfall. The closed eyed visuals are dark, geometric, and monolithic and
imposing, quickly fading into distant dark obscurity. Everything is tinged by a
deep green. They are very still with only the slowest discernible motion and
energy.
T1:20-
I have managed to muster up everything I have and haul myself onto my bed. I
immediately melt into the mattress like a big gooey puddle. Vibrations wriggle
and ripple across the surface of this perceived puddle that is my being. My
eyes are watering and it feels like my fingers don’t belong to me anymore. They
are alabaster specters that act of their own will, a will that just
coincidentally aligns with mine.
Lying
down now I feel like I am an empty corpse, just a dead body in a heavy glassy
casket. It is pleasant and peaceful. The only sign of life I can feel is the
motile sensations that crawl up and down my body in waves, radiating and
pulsing. There is a remarkable anesthesia too. Nothing feels better right now
than just lying still. I can’t imagine wanting to possibly do anything else.
Anything other than the bliss and tranquility of stillness seems trivial and
pointless. The trip has decided its own motion and I am more than content to
succumb to it, like tubing on a lazy river, a river made of viscous syrup.
The
closed eyed visuals begin to assemble more and more, a void with massive
pillars begins to tighten up and form into endless expanses of vast dark,
cavernous halls, heavy and meaty and moving in response to my slow and steady
breaths. Indeed a sense of tightness and tension grows, like the experience is
slowly constricting me. The glow of my computer screen casts my body in a
sterile light, perhaps it’s just a visual hallucination but I feel like I am
decidedly pallid and corpselike in appearance. But damn does being a corpse
feel nice, carefree and peaceful. I feel so content to just lie down forever, heavy
curtains falling on me to close out my time alive. I am almost certain that my
body was not actually in any danger of shutting down, rather it was a
perceptual illusion in response to every cognitive process slowing down
asymptotically to a near stop.
Physical
motion has already been stricken from any possible activities, and now thinking
is next on the chopping block. Forming thoughts feels tedious and laborious and
I no longer want to put effort into it. As I like to think way too much, this
inhibition is somewhat frustrating to contend with. I lose my sense of
direction, I have no idea which way I am facing and if I close my eyes I lose
all sense of where my body is in relation to the space of my room. The only
thing that feels worthwhile is surrendering to the steady flow of this experience,
driven by the weight of gravity, like rocks grinding together. I am yawning a
lot, and while I am breathing normally, albeit slowly and shallowly, I keep
feeling like I consciously need to catch my breath. There is a slight nausea
reminiscent of motion sickness.
Above
all else, I am a golem made of wet clay.
T1:45-
My notes for this part of the experience are heavily laden with typos. I am
trying to still talk to some friends in a discord chat but I feel like I have
to fight my way through an impenetrable denseness. I am bearing down on this
inhibition like a massive glacier, slowly pressing my weight into it, but to no
avail. I am simply dumbfounded, unable to effectively process anything.
There
are bubbles of light rising through my visual field now. I am stone titan
gazing on what now looks like a tiny screen. When I close my eyes I am greeted
by the same monoliths, now contained in a room that is saturated with heavy
colors. There is no feeling anymore- no anxiety or euphoria or disdain or
discomfort or anything. The idea of discrete thoughts is incomprehensible, it
has all been smoothed over. I feel like I am experiencing the world in the way
a rock would, one that has been eroded round by a river.
2:00-
I feel like I am possessed by the spirit of a cave, so neutral and empty yet
tight and confined. I am not yet lucid, I am slow like paste being poured
between gears, like corn syrup dumped into a computer. Visuals dance in a
steady red and blue and all I can do is passively regard them. My bed feels so
soft and it’s so nice. A lot of the all-consuming anesthesia and physical
sensations have now passed into a ceaseless weight around my head. My cheeks
and jaws tingle and twitch. My eyelids are still heavy and it feels natural to
just keep them closed.
The
realm of being a clay golem no longer feels forcefully thrust upon me, by now
it feels like something I can passively allow to creep over me. It still reigns
above all else though. This is the precipice of the comedown, and I feel
content to let this experience and its stupefying inhibition pass into the
night. For now it is nice to simply sit with its dying light, to regard
mindfully and matter-of-factly. The sensation in my limbs as feeling returns to
them is smooth and pleasant, unctuous and undulatory like a warm bath being
sloshed around inside of me.
T2:28-
As time passes I begin to come back into my body and mind more and more. Lucid
thoughts begin to form again, thoughts about big numbers and unstoppable voids,
of vastnesses and forces beyond known limits. There is a euphoric relief in
becoming myself again, though I imagine the feeling would be opposite had I
entered this experience in the midst of a depressive episode. This comedown is euphoric
and enjoyable, almost worth the debilitating stillness of the peak. I still
feel slanted and drenched in the heavy fluid of the drug, still at its gentle
mercy like plastic toys floating down creek riffles. Vision is still so askew
that things resemble cubism, I feel like I am viewing things from multiple
impossible angles simultaneously. The visual effects are still very noteworthy
despite many of the other effects tailing off, they bear down with the weight
of a heavy pane of glass that seems as though it would take a great deal of
effort to alter or remove. My tongue tingles like I have just swished with
mouthwash.
T2:37-
A lot of the weight feels like it’s been lifted from the experience, I now feel
floaty like a stray balloon. I still don’t feel any motivation to move my body
at all-I am content to remain a statue, albeit a one made of entirely different
material than before- perhaps fiberglass or hollow plastic. Closed eyed visuals
are still marked, as towers and tombs towering into the dark heavens. It’s all
bending and twisting and steadily coming apart, succumbing to the formlessness
of the void. I am a wobbled ghost in a dance of the dead, nursing a drink in
the corner. Everything still feels slow, labored, wet and massive.
T2:56-
I am getting tired of this sedation now. I want to move and do things again, but
it still feels like so much effort. Though it’s only been 3 hours, the
experience feels like its overstayed its welcome. I am generally an antsy
person and I don’t have time for debilitating sedation. The tactile effects and
numbness are now confined exclusively to my head, which still feels impossibly
heavy. I feel like I will not be able to abandon this experience until the
feeling in my head passes, and that currently shows no signs of abating. I am
trapped in its mass.
T3:11-
Still feeling dumb and heavy, though I can process thoughts and read and
understand things much better than before, it is still far off from baseline
and I am still distinctly incapacitated. I just feel off in a not particularly
pleasant way. The experience at this point feels similar to the peaks of my
experiences with the older and weaker batch.
T3:24-
I note the consistent tickling in my face. It is like little caterpillars
crawling up my facial nerves.
T3:52-
I am feeling more and more lucid thankfully. I am able to converse with people
much easier. There is still a slight numbness in my body and a lesser but still
notable tightness and weight in my head.
T4:30-
Still feeling something but it’s mostly just an afterglow now. I mostly
ruminate on how nice it is to be able to think again.
T5:04-
All that remains of the experience is a tightness in my head, like I am wearing
a tight imaginary hat.
T6:00-
Back to baseline by now. I go to sleep a few hours later without issue.
Conclusion:
With a newer and better batch, 3-HO-PCE has truly shown itself as a powerful
and remarkable dissociative. It is too sedating and inhibitory for my
preferences nonetheless, though now that I have more thoroughly felt the substance
out I can absolutely understand how others might enjoy this, as opposed to my
total dismissal of it before. It is definitely warm, comfortable, and
anesthetic, with pleasurable physical sensations. Less enjoyable is the total
smothering of thought processes, of everything slowing to a halt, of the act of
existing turning into a tedious and laborious burden. This drug is extremely
incapacitating in the sense that it just drains any motivation to do anything,
to even think much less move. This is perhaps the most sedating dissociative
I’ve ever consumed, even moreso than a ketamine hole but without the rushing
intensity. The visual effects are notable and theoretically enjoyable, though
their vividness is stunted by an inability to process them. This drug is nice
for just lying around, I can’t really imagine doing much else on it. It
probably is great for pain relief too. The dissociation is heavy and floppy, I
mostly felt like I was made of wet clay drooping to gravity. There was a
persistent weight and tightness in my head- the first sensation to present and
the last to leave. The comedown was pleasurable in the sense that it was a
release from the frustrating incapacitation. I felt dead and catatonic and it
felt so very neutral. A good way to kill a night with nothing to do I suppose.