DOSE:

1 hit

sublingual

25I-NBOMe

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

I’ve tripped on 25I before. Sure, it was sold as mescaline the first time and I didn’t know better, but I’ve done it before. Loved it. Was a small dose I think, didn’t know then, guessing now that it was probably 500 – 700 µg. My first trip was with my friend D. We both thought it was nice, not too crazy, fun visuals and euphoria. I personally did it again probably a week or so later at school, had another awesome experience, smoked bud when I got home, felt AMAZING. Now, about 7 months later, a guy I know buys more 25I off of silk road, apparently good shit, strong. 1100 µg tabs. He said it’s probably going to be twice as strong as I remember my last trips being. I’m down with that. So is D. Our friend G preorders with $20, ends up getting 5 tabs because our guy is nice. G of course really wasn’t planning at first, but we started contemplating, still unsure because we didn’t know how he’d react to it. I told him to just hold on until we could gauge how strong the trip was, and then maybe he take half a tab.

Come Friday, D meets me and G outside of the highschool, we walk home to G’s house where the trip will take place (G lives right by the school). We’re pretty hyped, of course, me and D. We know n-bomb is some fun shit. We get there at 3 PM or so, D gets some food (not good dropping the n-bomb on an empty stomach, lol) Now, it begins. The great ~10 hour trip.

T+0:00 – The time is 3:49 PM. I remember this, even two weeks later. Made note of the time. Me and D cut our tabs from the blotter strip, and place the tabs in our mouths. I decide this time that I’m going to hold my saliva in my mouth without swallowing, unlike the last two times, because I want a strong experience. I do this, and also make sure to hold the tab under my tongue. D doesn’t hold his spit, he doesn’t think it’s necessary (it technically isn’t completely necessary, but it does help absorb more kinda. Not that I have anything to back me up, but common sense, when you think about its bioavailability) but w/e. We watch China, IL because god bless that beautiful show.

T+0:40 – I swallow my tab, finally. It was getting hard to keep the tab in place, even keep track of it (another reason to hold your spit in, to make sure you don’t swallow the tab), because if you’ve done n-bomb, you know how it numbs everything and makes your saliva feel thick and viscous, so yeah. But whatever, the taste is horrible (although props to the chemist, he managed to cover up the bitterness pretty well, we both agreed it didn’t get bitter until like 25 minutes!) I took a sip of apple juice. UGH, horrible choice. I look around, I can already see color enhancement. I am shaking with excitement, a bit chilly. Yep, n-bomb. This is the onset. It’s like when you drink a shitload of coffee on an empty stomach, pretty much. I didn’t get nauseous at all this time, however! Cool stuff. D did, because he just ate, he thought he ate too much. Oh well, he was fine.

T+1:00 – Visuals really starting to set in. Getting my first tracers. We had a laser pointer, holy shit, trails. Fun. G says, “I’m going to take a tab.” We tell him not to, we have no idea how strong these are, how he reacts to it, but he insists he’s going to be fine because he’s going to take the small tab. We shrug it off. VERY irresponsible, friends don’t let friends do stupid shit like that. But he put the tab in, and that’s that, we think “He’ll be fine.”

T+1:30 – I remember that visuals were at ¾ strength at this point. Breathing surfaces, waving edges, crazy neon colors, and tracers, all that I was used to. I think G swallowed his tab now. Cool. We decide to take a walk outside.

We stepped outside, and it was fucking beautiful as expected. Everything is like a dream, and walking on the sidewalk feels a lot like walking when I’m reallllyyyy stoned, except even more so psychedelic than ever. It’s so bright, and I loved it. We walk by the school, outside the stadium. I feel exposed, afraid to be seen, but then I realize that’s just the psychedelics speaking, and push the anxiety away, and don’t care. I feel pretty confident about my abilities to push away anxieties during trips.

There’s a lacrosse game going on. Oh. It looks like it’s halftime, because a bunch of people are dancing and jumping around and flipping and twisting and turning, and music is blasting… then I look closer, and as things get less fuzzy, I realize… it’s just a bunch of people playing lacrosse. Yeah, I was tripping out. I feel anxious to go back home, though, and almost externalize it, but manage to dissipate that anxiety. “Calm down, self. Would you be anxious going for a walk out here sober? No, you wouldn’t. It’s all good.” I comfort myself, and just focus on the beauty on the nature during spring time, and the eternity of plants. I comforted myself, “the plants are beautiful, and will always be beautiful for you.” I like this. We walk home. Gabe’s effects are starting to really set in. He finds it crazy, and I actually do feel a little anxious about getting home, because I have no idea how strong the trip was about to get, and we were ALL tripping, and outside. It was a logical anxiety, so I tried to hold on to it, but not externalize it to freak the others out.

T+2:00 – I think that walk was 30 minutes, and then we got back home. When we came inside, I noticed how extremely orange the lighting seemed. So orange. Strange. Neon. I liked it a lot. Cool warm mood. I don’t remember most of what we did, mostly just sat around talking, G was starting to get weirded out by the effects I think. He was staying away from his bed, because he said that it freaked him out, as every time he looked down, it breathed. I loved the visuals. If I stared at something, it’d start growing faces, and it’d start growing in size, until I blink and it resets. Trippy.

T+2:30 – G stands up, and is basically communicating “I do not like this. Am I going to be okay?” Suddenly, he blacks out. I catch him. This kinda freaks out me and D, but I lie him on the bed, and go “okay, we need A.” A is a friend of me and G, who is part of a band we all have. When G comes back to, I tell him to call A over. He does, somehow.

T+3:00 – “A” arrived. He banged on the door a whole lot trying to freak us out… which worked. What a cunt. In all seriousness, he’s a really cool guy. Anyways, it comforts me a whole lot having a sober, straightforward person here now. Although he keeps trying to mess with us, but that’s actually very entertaining. We continue talking, and I skype.

T+4:00 – These timestamps aren’t really that accurate, so I’m going hour by hour, but yeah, G eventually passes out again. Not really passes out, just blacks out, like, his eyes are mostly open, he just stops talking, and his legs give in. I catch him again, and lie him down. This is luckily the last time this happens. A assures us all that we’re all just fine, just tripping balls, and if anyone is actually in critical condition, he’ll get help. This calms us. More talking, keeping our minds occupied. We look at random shit on the internet I think, whilst skyping with people I forget.

T+5:00 – G is finally coming back to reality around this time. This is a relief to everyone. He still feels really weird and out of it, with the lingering anxiety of his parents finding out hanging over him, but at least he can use his basic senses now. We go out to the basement living room and jam (everyone else was feeling claustrophobic)
It was a fucking amazing jam session. We were all in sync. Hell, it maybe even sounded like shit. But it was so psychedelic. I couldn’t even sing. I was so entranced, and everyone was just jamming away. We don’t usually just do regular rock stuff, but man… psychedelic. I knew then exactly what psychedelic rock meant, even if the rock we were playing wasn’t entirely true to the psychedelic aspect. I could only manage to let out noises and sounds, and whispered spoken word. His parents must have been like “what the fuck.” Then again, we usually do weird shit.

T+6:00 - whenever – I think A left at like T+5:30 or so that day. It was soon after the jam session. We started watching boring videos on YT and laughing our fucking asses off. It’s the videos that aren’t supposed to be funny that are the funniest. We said the most retarded shit and found it funny. Like being really stoned. This went on for most of the night I think.

At some point, we went for a walk again, at night. It was much calmer then. Visuals were still lingering, I think it was like 7 or 8 hours in. Still some tracers, enhanced colors, sharpness, breathing, etc. Just lighter effects. We talked about the day. G doesn’t want to do anymore psychedelics. Shame his first experience had to be so terrifying. We were all terrified a few times that day. But me and D managed to keep ourselves under control. Managed to go to sleep at like, 2 AM. It was hard at first, thought loops, mental chatter, etc. Woke up the next morning with a headache, red eyes. Fixed that with some breakfast and vitamins and WATER.

In retrospect, I’ve learned a lot. Mostly, be responsible for your friends around substances. Do not let them take things you know will probably fuck them up, especially such experimental substances which have little factual research behind them. We were VERY irresponsible, and have learned from this experience.
Personally, this experience made me love 25I even more, but I’ve found my limit. I don’t think I want to go above 1100 µg, mostly because I can’t take any more muscle tension on my face.

Stay safe.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100130
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Jun 14, 2013	Views: 9,082
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