DOSE: T+ 0:00	1 hit	oral	Unknown	(blotter / tab)
T+ 1:00	1 hit	oral	Unknown	(blotter / tab)
T+ 2:00	1 hit	oral	NBOMe Series	(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

70 kg

I tripped with my friends, a couple, A and P, female and male respectively. I am relatively inexperienced with psychedelics. I have taken a tab of LSD (no effect), two medium doses of shrooms, and one tab of NBOMe in the past. The night took place in a small flat outside the back of another house, with a couch for me to sleep on, a TV with videogame setup, and their bed in the other section of the room.

At approximately 10pm, I took one tab of what I was told was acid. To my disappointment, it was bitter. It lacked the numbing of NBOMe though, so I suspect it to be DO(?). After and hour, I felt no different so I took another. Another hour passed and I was on a downer because I still felt nothing. I figured I was getting nothing out of these tabs, so I took a tab I knew to be NBOMe from a previous trip.

The second I tasted the bitterness of NBOMe, I immediately entered the trip headspace. The infected mushroom cover on the screen was moving, all the little people on the cover were walking along, the tree was melting, and all the grass had become flowing lava. P had taken one DOx tab, and A had taken one DOx and one NBOMe. They saw more mild versions of my visuals.

The trip was nothing special for the most part, I saw the familiar NBOMe patterns and the polygonal vortexes. However, around an hour after I started tripping, I went into completely unknown territory.

At that moment, I felt something unlike I had ever experienced. I felt the presence of something. More than a human, I felt the presence of a deity. But this was no benevolent entity. This was evil.

I turned around towards the direction of the presence. There, I saw it. I saw a demon physically manifest itself in our world.

It was composed of what I believed to be dark matter. It was blacker than complete darkness, it would have been visible if there was zero light in the room. It was the approximate size of a 6 year old child, crouching under the table. Its body was composed of this blackness, constantly swirling. Chunks of this dark matter were floating around its face, looking almost gelatinous, swirling together to make a more and more solidified face. It had no facial features, except for a white large toothy grin when it saw that I noticed it. Horns sprouted from its head, and I believe it had a tail.

The instant I saw this demon my brain went into overload. I didn't know the brain was capable of even feeling such overwhelming terror. It consumed every fiber of my being. I could feel waves of pure evil and malevolence radiating from it directly into me. It was more powerful than I could have ever imagined.

I jumped up, and couldn't immediately scream from such intense, sheer terror. I did scream though, and babbled about what I saw. It didn't disappear. I backed up as much as possible while my friends, none of them tripping at this point, tried to calm or comfort me.

I stepped outside after a while, and became aware of a more peaceful entity. It was invisible, but I could still see it clearly in the air. I didn't spend much time with it, but it looked like an Easter Island statue. It was peaceful, but didn't concern its time with humanity. Rather, it was more of a guardian over nature.

My memories are hazy after such a traumatic ordeal, so I'll convey what events I do recall.

After a while I lied down on the couch and tried to sleep. I could feel my brain sinking to lower and lower depths of function. I thought I was lapsing into a form of mental collapse, so I tried to sit up and yelled 'fuck fuck fuck FUCK' until my friends ran in. I was under the impression that I had lost the ability to speak and was only speaking inside my head, so I yelled as loud as I could to break back into the physical plane.

As I lay there I felt I was losing more and more functions. I couldn't comprehend or speak language, with some effort I was able to use single words such as 'water' to convey what I needed. I felt I lost the ability to tell the difference between touch sensations, and the couch I was lying on felt like a slab of concrete. I then lapsed into mental loops for a good amount of time. I can't describe what it was like, only that the same words and thoughts were looping endlessly, while seeing the same hallucinations. It took what I estimate half an hour to break out of one of these loops.

The fear of the demon was soon to be replaced by a fear of death.

I felt intense nausea, as if my body was rejecting these chemicals that were destroying my brain. I grabbed a bucket I had thankfully asked for, and this is where I felt the sensation people must feel when they realise death is happening right now.

I had eaten nothing but red licorice this trip, so I vomited a pool of redness. My brain went into full psychotic state, all I could feel was an intense explosion in my head, feeling as if my liquifying brain were being vomited directly out of my mouth. I could feel hair on my tongue and throat, which felt like lacerations. I couldn't breathe past such intense red vomit, and it honestly felt like my tongue and esophagus were uncontrollably bleeding directly into my lungs and out of my mouth. In that instant I 'knew' I was dying. There is no way to describe how the brain freaks out when it knows that.

These intense vomiting sessions happened 6 times over the night, though none were as terrifying as the first. They were taking a serious toll on my body.

I called up my friend, S, who was an experienced psych user, while lying on A's bed. I vaguely described the horrors I had gone through with my eyes closed, though I could barely communicate due to the closed-eye hallucinations and inadequate mental activity. The only hallucination I could recall was a swirling vortex of soldiers, which I interpreted as my army trying to protect me.

While I was lying, I asked my friends to monitor my breathing, as I was once again losing mental functions and felt that was the last layer. Breathe in, breathe out. I felt the only thing I could still do was breathe and make my heart continue beating. I was under the impression my friends were watching my every breath, and that if I even mistimed a breath they would grab me and apply first aid.

At some point my legs started uncontrollably twitching. This was beyond regular leg pumping, they were filled with an intense energy that could only be vented through vibrating at enormous speed. This twitching and shaking spread through the majority of my body. I could feel the shaking spread into my brain, and in that moment I knew I was about to have a seizure. If the shaking was allowed to go a millimeter further, my brain would purge the drugs the only other way it knew; unconscious seizure. I've never had a more intense mental struggle in my life, and it took around half an hour to finally get it under control. It utterly exhausted me.

Eventually I realised that in this headspace sleep was 100% impossible, I couldn't even fathom falling asleep. I later mused that the dose I had taken put my brainwaves in the state of dreaming, so obviously the brain can't fall asleep while it's already 'asleep'.

I then remembered that last time I tripped on an NBOMe, I didn't fall asleep and wake up to end it. It just gradually wore off. I jumped up and paced around incessantly, knowing I would have to get completely back to full energy before I could get tired again. I had been having cold sweats all night, and would switch between too hot and too cold in an instant. As I paced back and forth I thought about opposite dualities, such as existance and nonexistance, hot and cold, light and dark. I realised thinking such things were only going to make me trip longer and give me more cold sweats. Aloud, I kept telling myself that opposites were just that, and could not exist at the same time. Hot OR cold, light OR dark. I walked around restlessly outside, attempting to get my brain activity back to normal. I started counting objects. One dog, two chairs, no, four chairs, six plants, one ball.... wait, I already counted a one... How can there be more than one object that there is only one of?? My brain was totally confused, even when I was telling myself aloud that there can be more than one of a number of objects.

This is jumping back in time a little, but it's more appropriate to place it here. After I had started tripping properly and entered the headspace, the dog that had been friendly with me all night sober suddenly started freaking out. I wasn't acting any differently, but this dog could tell I was a different person. It could sense I was in a different mental plane. The dog started barking aggressively, hackles raised, backing away from me. It was both terrified of me and attacking me verbally to protect its family. Each bark was sending waves of negativity and panic into my brain, to the point where it physically hurt. Through various times of the night I could feel clawing inside my head, so painful, with no respite.

Some hours later though, the dog that had been as far away from me as physically possible, started slowly approaching me. With distrust still in its eyes, eventually it came close to me and dropped an empty coke bottle at my feet. I threw it up in the air, and she caught and returned it to me. Waves of relief crashed over me. The dog had decided to warily trust this stranger. As I stared into her eyes, I could sense vast intelligence, even more than humans. This dog was truly my saviour, as the moment she decided to make amends with me the trip started turning more positive.

I mused with A outside about the nature of dogs, and marvelled at how much pure positive energy they were filled with. A told me she wouldn't jump in the water in any circumstance, but if her owners were in danger she would immediately jump in without hesitation. This touched me, as in a split second decision dogs are faster than humans to react. While a human might think up options, such as calling an ambulance, or going a different paths, dogs will immediately fling themselves into the situation without a second thought. The fact that this dog could sense my mental shifts as well as being able to sense things such as weather and earthquakes filled me with a newfound respect for animals.

Anything from this point onwards is not worth mentioning. I managed to eat a little popcorn, have some coffee, and watch the remaining fractals and patterns. I stayed awake for around 30 hours after the drop. The psychological effects stayed with me for a week or two, and smoking or being alone in the dark, or even thinking about the demon put me in a state of wariness and fear.

This experience truly taught me how underrated sobriety is. Through the trip I was aching to have a clear head, and everyday things like going to work, cleaning the house, or just talking to people, seemed like bliss. Even now, two weeks on, simply being sober feels amazing. I've gained a new appreciation for the default mental state of the brain.

I feel like I learned a valuable lesson that day. I will not be mixing research chems again, and will never again touch NBOMe. Even though the chances are slim, the fear in the back of my mind that it could kill me negatively impacts the trip too much. I will also be starting any future trips in the day time, as in my experience night time trips can go dark (haha) very easily. Don't mix your tabs, kids.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 105164
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Dec 23, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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