DOSE: T+ 0:00	20 ug	oral	1P-LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 7:00		insufflated	4-AcO-DMT	(powder / crystals)
T+ 8:30		insufflated	4-AcO-DMT	(powder / crystals)
T+ 8:40	80 ug	oral	1P-LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 0:00		oral	Etizolam
T+ 0:00	4 hits	oral	1P-LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 0:00	repeated	oral	Etizolam
T+ 0:00		oral	Alcohol - Hard
T+ 0:00	3 hits	oral	LSD	(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

[Erowid Note: The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]
Unfortunately this report won't be as linear as some might like given my blurry at best recollection of the day. Times listed are approximate. Any embellishment is unintentional but given the mind-altering nature of these substances, in addition to the portions consumed, 100% accuracy to events is silly to expect, but I’ll try my best.

The day begins mildly overcast and I loathe the coming work-day. To spice things up, I decide to micro-dose some 1p-lsd. I cut off about a fifth of a tab which should equate to approximately 20 micrograms. As time passes, the effects slowly become present, though I wouldn’t say prominent, reaching an undeniable presence. I certainly experience a mild version of the electric, abstract mind space that have, for me, always been characteristic of lysergamides. I’ll skip the minutiae of my day to day activities and get to the meat, although this is the leanest portion of what becomes a fat slab of savory, psychedelic, incoherent space-meat.

I’ve heard many reports of people saying a microdose of psychedelics helps them focus on their work and become more productive. Not so in this instance. Though not full on tripping sack by any means, I am easily distracted from tasks by a sense of wonder and curiosity. The chore of folding and stocking clothes seemed more tedious than usual, but in my day to day interactions with customers, I felt a more genuine connections to each individual. The nuances of their body language and gestures became more evident. It almost feels like I can read into some sort of subconscious mechanisms acting in people, but of course that’s just the 1p. I can definitely see the merit of a microdose for being productive, but for me, if it’s not something I care about on a personal level, the electric drive isn’t quite there for that task.

After a 7 hour work day I get home somehow. The stretched entree of chemical pleasure that I am to later endure obscures, at the time of my writing this, my recollection of the rest of the night, but like I said I’ll try my best to get the key events across in a coherent fashion. I was excited, I had never tried 4-aco-dmt before. My scale isn’t mg accurate so being my dumbass I try to weigh it in grains and eyeball from there. I have a mg tab of etizolam in my pocket in case things go south, along with about 20 more mg in a bag, along with 5 tabs 100 ug 1p-lsd, and the 250 mg of 4 aco. I’d put what was maybe 8 mg of the substance in a little hump on the CD case to Nirvana’s nevermind. I lick a little bit off of my finger and am immediately surprised how much bitterness was packed into so little powder. After the first taste, I nervously, but excitedly rail the remaining hump with a snipped chipotle straw. I have been waiting all day for this. There is an immediate burn, but I like to snort things so I don’t pay it much mind, though the drip tastes like robot asshole and just sits there uncomfortably for like 10 minutes before finally sinking into my stomach.

It begins, or at least ostensibly. My room is organized for the event. My speakers are set up, bed made with a body pillow, and the blacklight on my wall shines brightly, illuminating the psychedelic tapestry hanging behind my bed. I sit in my blankets all snug and such, but about an hour fifteen, maybe an hour thirty goes by and still nothing. Well shit. I head back over to the scale next to my laptop on my desk and use my ingenious dosing method to get about 35 or 40 mg on nevermind. I dump the powder on the cd case and rail it off of the picture of the naked baby.

This is where time really begins to escape me. My psychedelic experience prior to this has been lysergamides exclusively so the imagery beginning to manifest was new, though still quite enjoyable for me. About 10 minutes after, colors started to wander around shades of themselves. The white light of my laptop screen shifts between a vague green hue and a brighter pink splash along with some other colors.

I turn on that trap shit because I’m that type of fella and I’m vibing the fuck out. Fuck it, I’mma take more shit. I pop the remaining 80 ug of 1p from the tab I cut earlier and also popped an etizolam (1mg) or two. Probably two. I hobble back to bed in an otherworldly stupor. All of the lights in my room dance across my periphery. I throw on some clam’s casino and I am into it. Like really into it. The music surround my very being and essence and consumes me softly. Predicting that I will black from the etiz, I message my friend to keep a log of my trip. This is said string of messages. Blew some more 4 and am listening to some clams casino
“Its mysticle
Imma throw on some more 1p and another etiz
We fuckin ball
I'm having such a good time and I will likely blackout because oft he etiz so this message commnication line will also be my incoherant captians looooogz
Considering downthing the last 400 ug of 1p”

I take the rest of the 1p that I had, along with some more etiz (3 or 4 mg having been taken at this point). I feel like a barred the fuck out space shaman after about 15 minute when that shit tackles me. I’m chilling, vibing to that trap shit again. Just wow.

At this point I’m contacted by a friend and am being invited to a bonfire. Fucking nice. I don’t know how much time passed between the messages and when I got scooped, but time wasn’t feeling super real at that point. They probably got me around 8 or 9, and I have come down a little, or perhaps the eitz is just mellowing me. The vibe in the car is great. I’m surrounded by friends and immersed in a muddled psychedelic bliss. Though fun, I don’t really remember much the ride there, though I am surprised, I do recall, by my own coherence at this point. We get there and there is a huge campfire swaying with a sort furious nonchalance, fizzing and crackling almost as if it’s trying to share its secrets. In actuality it is just a big camp fire and I’m just tripping balls. As soon as we get there I’m pretty much offering everyone free etiz with few takers. A bottle of vodka is being passed around and I take a pull. I take a few more throughout the night, but no more than like 3 shots. Joints are being rolled and the host mentions to me that he has L. I buy three tabs and pop them. He keeps going on about how they’re super strong yadayada, same thing everyone who has ever sold acid has said. I haven’t mentioned this yet and I suppose I really ought to have. I had tripped the day prior and also no more than 10 days prior to that, so my tolerance was up. At no tolerance the amount of psychs I so far had taken and what I’ve yet to take would have fucking obliterated me.

I forget when, but at some point we piled back into the car to get something or other. We’ll call the two ladies in the front seats A and D, A driving, D being passenger. I’m in the back seat with a new acquaintance, we’ll call him C. I offered C some 4 aco dmt and after a brief explanation of the substance he partakes. Remember what I said about my tolerance being up? Well me being a fucking idiot, I give him the same dose I take. We each took at least 50 mg. He snorts it and sits back. C looks at me, bewildered. It hit him like a train. “What did you give to me, dude?”He looks like he’s spacing all over the place. The other occupants of the car and I reassure him that he is completely safe.I think someone gave him a blanket. I offer some etizolam to mellow his trip, but A interjects that he shouldn’t take anything else. Fair enough, I guess.

Almost as if by teleportation, we’re back at the bonfire. I take another swig of the vodka and I have at the point largely lost track of my etiz consumption ( I’m well aware how risky and stupid mixing alcohol and other cns depressants is, particularly this sort. I’m lucky not to have suffered any serious physical repercussion) . After this point I lose all recollection.

The next day all of my drugs are gone which makes sense except for the etiz. I couldn’t have consumed all of the etiz with everything else without at least a hospital trip, so I still have yet to locate that.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110882
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: May 1, 2018	Views: 1,520
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