DOSE:

3 nuts

oral

Nutmeg

BODY WEIGHT:

60 kg

[I wrote notes while tripping. I’ve cleaned them up as best I can. Everything in brackets is overt commentary after the fact.]

15/11/2020
10pm-11pm: Time of ingestion. My flatmate and I bite into the nutmeg pieces and chew [~one piece for every 20kgs]. We’re expecting an eight hour come up, so we decide to go to sleep.

16/11/2020
2am: I can’t sleep. There is a weird bounciness to my body. Though I am still, it feels like my body is moving back and forth along a pendulum. I feel displaced, as if my body is being pulled across itself. My heart rate is accelerated, but if I concentrate on my heart, I zoom into the sensation. This sensation feels elongated, as if duration has lengthened perceptibly.

2:06am: I’m shaking and thirsty. [The thirstiness lasts the whole trip, though it isn’t unbearable.]

3am: My perceptions are extended. There is more time in each moment and each sensation is magnified. If I were to think of reality as a chessboard, there remains 64 squares, but each relays twice as much information. Everything is longer and sharper and more perceptibly coordinated.

3:17am: I am overly sensitised or overly perceiving what is sensible. Skin sensations feel great. I put on my headphones and listen to ASMR.

3.24am: I make connections I’ve never made. ASMR is both small textures becoming more pronounced and imaginary landscapes filling the small. It is the expansion of texture through the birth of a kingdom, a biome. I can hear the beach in this furry microphone. I can hear the sand, the wind, the waves, altogether from a single source. Out of the most atomised thing a world is revealed.

3.34am: I am in a more specific place.

3.40am: I swap from ASMR to music. I realise the book Dune both refers to sand dunes (duh) and the accumulation of capital (in the form of spice).

3.57am: So far, nutmeg feels like a mix of E and LSD. Sensations are deeper and perceptions are more concentrated. I can hear all the individual layers and instruments in music. There is a moreness to the world.

4.16am: I’m remembering forgotten memories. High school bands and times with my friends. Old, embarrassing, affective and inconsequential memories.

4.32am: Sensations keep cutting into one another. There are random linkages. For example, music triggers smells triggering memories. It’s very peculiar. It feels like what shrooms are supposed to do (mix sense modalities around).

4.47am: There is a knotted conspiracy over the totality of time. A single duration imprinted at once.

4.52am: One sensation is now everything. History accumulates. [I can’t clarify this, hah. I honestly cannot remember this moment.]

[My flatmate knocks on my door at about this time and tells me that he’s having a bad trip. He’s remembering forgotten memories as well, except his memories are bad ones, repressed moments and thoughts that he would rather not remember. I decide to have a shower and sit with him in his room. Things mellow out once he puts on some music to distract his stream of consciousness. At some point we move to the living room. I’m not quite sure when.]

8.13am: My body is sluggish. Thoughts are not being expressed. I feel no anxiety, but nonetheless my actions are stalled. It feels like something is holding me back. Talking is hard. I feel like vomiting. My body is an orb vibrating. It is visceral.

1.48pm: My body is dislocating like orbs. I’m very sleepy. I feel sluggish.

[My notes end here. I was too sleepy to record any more. This state of sleepiness lasted for 2 days. It was like being body stoned or hungover. Sloth-like through a pit of Vaseline. The 5 or so hours coming up were amazing, whilst the 2 day sleepiness was just okay. Not awful, but certainly not productive or thought provoking. Honestly though, the first few hours were great. It was like a supersped weed trip without the anxiety, or maybe a slow comfy acid trip. If you don’t mind losing two days coming down, then it’s a pretty great time. Though again, you might have a bad trip like my flatmate, so I would recommend doing this with a friend who can be there for you.]

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 115000
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 28
Published: Jun 3, 2021	Views: 3,014
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