Citation: psudopsybin. "Blasting Off: An Experience with 4-AcO-DMT (exp104733)". Erowid.org. Dec 31, 2016. erowid.org/exp/104733
This is a trip report of the first time I did 4-ACO-DMT. At the time, a friend’s boyfriend came up to visit her on a weekend, and brought 4-ACO-DMT with him. None of us had ever done the substance besides my friend and her boyfriend, and on a whim 3 friends and I decided to do it with the couple, in a large apartment with one sober trip-sitter.
Each of us ingested 1 capsule that contained about 20 mg of 4-ACO-DMT. I personally insufflated it, while most of the others took it orally via capsule or parachute.
Almost immediately I started to feel the drug. I was not quite tripping, but felt the sense that my “headspace” was changing, with some visual distortions.
After about 20 minutes of insufflating the drug, I was already tripping. The room in which we were all sitting seemed to change sizes, getting larger and smaller with every direction I looked. I decided to go to the restroom because I had to urinate, which started a whole new part of my trip.
Going into the bathroom, I could not urinate. As I came out to wash my hands, I observed myself in the mirror and got lost in it. I observed how my face seemed to bulge and then regress every second, how big my pupils were, and notably how fluid I looked. I sat on the sink counter and just started looking for myself. Although I knew that the person in the mirror was me, it seemed like it was a different version of me. I began to start to talk to my mirror image, marveling at her beauty. I usually have a negative self-image so it was incredible how beautiful the drug made me feel.
After about 30 minutes in the bathroom, a friend came knocking wondering why I had been gone so long. When he came in I was offended that he was intruding on the time I was spending talking to the being in the mirror, but told him that he should join me. We then, together, spent about another half an hour together in the mirror. We decided that we had spent way too long in there and decided to leave. We decided that the mirror was a sort of “trap.”
After leaving the bathroom, the whole group of us went outside to smoke a cigarette. We all marveled in the beauty of the outdoors, while we lost ourselves in the patterns and visuals the grass held.
All before now, I had thought that I was in the “peak” of my trip, which I now realized I was not. The group of us convened in the kitchen and just sat around and talked. It was amazing how fluid we were, which made me feel great love for them all. Everything was slightly red-tinted, growing, bulging, and shifting. Someone asked what time it was and as I looked at the display on the microwave, I began to realize something. While I could say that it was a certain time and that it had been about two hours since we ingested the drug, I realized that time had no meaning. I could no longer distinguish what time meant or what its purpose was. This became a trivial moment in my trip.
After this, we began to just hang out and jam to some music while watching TV. I was talking to our sober sitter about everything, when I mentioned how nice it was that he often did this for us. He said something along the lines of, “It’s all fine by me until someone overdoses.” This planted a really bad seed in my mind. (I had had a bad experience in the past with overdosing and had experienced anxiety from this experience for years following.) Him saying this got me starting to get anxious. I tried to check my pulse, something I regularly do when I’m on drugs, and was terrified to discover that I could not tell if my heart rate was fast or slow due to the fact that time did not exist. I wanted to call someone who usually helps me calm down in these types of situations, but I realized that I no longer speak to this person, which furthered my anxiety. I grabbed one of my best friends who was tripping with the group and had him come talk to me in the bathroom. While I tried to talk about what was happening, he seemed to be so far into his trip that he couldn’t understand me, which somehow calmed me down.
After being talked out of my bad thought seed, I continued to listen to music and dance with the rest of the group. The friend who talked me down from the trip apparently started to have a bad moment of his own, later saying that it was due to me saying at one point, “what is reality?” He requested that he take a shower, and another friend had to help him out due to the fact that he was tripping so hard. Later he said that his visuals were so intense that he couldn’t see anything real, and that closing his eyes was even worse and scarier than seeing his sense of reality.
After calming down my friend, we all reconvened in the bedroom and decided that we were starting to come down. It was strange because it seemed that we would be tripping, then stop, then start to trip again, and then stop again. This happened for about a half an hour.
I eventually knew that I had come down when it seemed like I dropped out of a wormhole. It felt like I was being thrown in and out of my trip so quickly, and then the trip just spit me out. I suddenly was back to what seemed normal tripping, just visual tripping without the mental part. We all agreed that while we loved the whole experience, it felt so good to come out of the “wormhole” and be back in reality.
Overall, I would say that this is an incredible drug. I have never felt such different emotions in my life. I would compare the visual trip to psilocybin but the mental part to DMT, as well as the wormhole aspect.
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