DOSE:		oral	4-AcO-DMT	(capsule)
		smoked	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

245 lb

In mid-summer this year, I would have three experiences with 4-AcO-DMT. The first being an amazing experience turned sour only by the company of ignorance. My second experience would be none as my first “bad trip”. And finally my third experience, having relatively no extreme effects but a great night. I feel as though these three journeys would be enough to keep this substance at bay in my life.

Having contacted a close friend Piggy, he invited me to come over to his flat. Once arriving there the night would begin with a quick 4-aco purchase, and a nice setup of my mixing equipment. After experiencing the onset (a tingling pain/sensation), my mind would soon fall into the trip. Social activities were fun at this party because everything became new. Now I will mention the trip almost took a hard dip as this unknown female decided to introduce herself to me as a cop. She referenced that, “It’s memorial day weekend and I would recommend turning your music down, I’m a cop”. Needless to say, after gossiping with other friends I would come to find out, she was a junior ranger in training, who has a mental issue, personality disorder, and clearly a heavy lack of self-esteem. This quasi-cop would soon come to complain that the effects of her 4-aco was not happening and she had put off that vibe that she felt she was being ripped off. I offered her my personal cap of 4-aco that I had purchased. HUGE MISTAKE! She had dosed, and immediately left. Only to return 2 hours later bragging about how intoxicated she was while driving. This individual proceeded to act maniacal. The environment soon turned sour and before I knew it, I was back at ground level while she proceeded to lose her mind and eventually pass out at said friend’s house without offer.

On round two, I would experience what many call, a bad trip. It was a night that was anything but usual. I had performed at a local club, the scene was intense. Determined to sustain an after-party, I returned to Ontaku’s house. We lit up some grass and began to socialize. The house was full. For Christ sake, the garage was full. The cannabis had begun to inspire a pressure in my head, relative to that of a headache. I purchased 200mg of 4-aco-dmt for myself and several other individuals. Something wasn’t right here. I was at a split, relative to that from the film “The Matrix”. I reference a specific scene. Red Pill or Blue Pill? The caps were all brown-ish, with the exception of one. A pure white cap leftover from my connect's previous purchase. I chose white, and left the tan to the rest, as I had purchased the 4-aco.

The trip was almost immediate. The effects of Mary Jane were long gone, I was strapped in. I wanted to puke, but could not. I searched for any viable exit out of this. It would not come. Time became irrelevant. My vision had exceeded visuals. Light trails would follow behind everyone in perfect sets of four, each one becoming more opaque as there movement passed through my perception. I was stuck in a chair. I had the fear. I would ask the same ten questions, in a manner that by the time I reached question ten, the only conclusion was to loop back to question one. After subjecting my friends to manner in which I was acting, they caught on to this subliminal pattern my mind was creating. I hated this experience, I felt the kinetic energy in my body begin to leave me. Almost as though I was dying. Every working part of my brain was disconnected. I knew where I stored my memories, I could feel where my motor skills were at, I could even acknowledge the differences between the left and right hemispheres of my brain. They were all there in perfect placement, but not firing off to each other as usual. I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t socialize, all I could do is sit in a chair for 5 consecutive hours, not smoking cigarettes, not drinking water. Nothing. I hated this, and was blessed to leave this house when the sun had arisen.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
I decided to pick up redbull energy drinks, as I found out I had work to go to later in the day. Upon picking up my redbull fix, I looked into the bathroom mirror of a local gas station, only to see a circuit-looking pattern of red in my eye. The sight alone inspired thoughts of being more human than human. I wondered what the others would think. How would the cashier react? Had he known? I exited the gas station after my purchase and continued to drive. Driving made me feel better. It inspired a natural adrenaline rush that felt as though it was chasing the foreign substance from my body. The trip would come and pass in short waves. I had driven as far away from my county as I could, in search of a dinner. I wanted the environment, I was not hungry but I would pay for the food if it meant sitting in a visually pleasing environment. But I would not find this solace. I would simply stop at a gas station again, purchase some items, and inevitably return home. I would be home if only for a minute. Work would follow and after a long 28 hour stretch I could finally go home and rest in my bed.

The third and last experience was nothing notable. The effects were slight, and I found myself in the water. It was a great feeling to be in a lake with family while tripping. My aunt would later become a drunken nuisance that I put to bed. I had a few friends pop in here and there, and I stayed up all night. Smoked some reefer and went to sleep in the morning.

All I can personally take from this experience is that I have journeyed the good, the bad and the median of this drug and find no desire to chase it further. I still see those red lines in my right eye every now and then. And it bothers me.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97130
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: Apr 21, 2021	Views: 783
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