Novel Distortion
DIPT, Nitrous Oxide, 3-MeO-PCP & Etizolam
Citation:   nervewing. "Novel Distortion: An Experience with DIPT, Nitrous Oxide, 3-MeO-PCP & Etizolam (exp112336)". Erowid.org. Sep 19, 2018. erowid.org/exp/112336

 
DOSE:
T+ 0:00
40 mg oral DiPT (capsule)
  T+ 3:30 2 carts. inhaled Nitrous Oxide (gas)
  T+ 3:30   smoked Cannabis  
  T+ 5:00 8 mg oral 3-MeO-PCP  
  T+ 6:00   sublingual Etizolam  
  T+ 9:00   sublingual Etizolam  
  T+ 9:00   smoked Cannabis  
BODY WEIGHT: 130 lb
T0:00- Dosed in a gel cap on an empty stomach.

T0:40- Mostly just feel tired. I am fairly sleep deprived going into this. I begin to doze off.

T1:00- I am awakened by a knock on my door. One of my friends decided to pay me a surprise visit. I am certainly not used to knocks on my bedroom door and I am grateful I was not tripping harder or this situation would have proven impossible to navigate. It was a pleasant although unexpected visit (I would prefer a message in advance in the future). As we were hanging out talking, I noticed an odd feeling creeping up on me more and more. It wasnít the churning bodyload of a coming trip, or the odd shift in reality, but just a glowing high and dry feeling, starting to smolder in my core. This demanded my focus and attention and I quickly found myself zoning out in the conversation I was having. No sensory effects were noted yet but I ended up dismissing my friend so I could ride out whatever experience was approaching.

T1:45- The bodyload creeps up now. My muscles are tense and my extremities are shaking, as a slight nausea walks circles in my stomach before settling down to sleep. I smoke some cannabis to mitigate these effects.

T2:00- The world feels as though itís melting, that everything is turning into liquid and aether around me. This isnít perceived visually, rather itís just the essence of that feeling being imposed on my mind. I am adrift and swimming amongst this melted world that still appears very much solid in my eyes.

And then, the most famous effect of all- I have begun to notice that music is distinctly deeper. Though it is only slightly deeper in tone it has a sense of depth in that it feels like it occupies more space, that is has more force and booming cavernous energy behind it. I am listening to my music on shuffle to explore the effect.

With each song that comes on, the pitch drop is more and more noticeable. There is accompanied by a sense of the waves cancelling each other out and going blank randomly, like the different parts of each song I listen to have been shifted out of phase in a way that they destructively interfere. My immersion into this experience is like a bubble suddenly popped in my head and this is what remains, similar to how oneís ears would pop on a plane. At this point itís not particularly exciting, just weird and novel. I am cognitively mostly lucid, with just the smoldering glowing high that is standard with psychedelics.

T2:30- I run into my roommate in the hallway while refilling my water and speak to her a bit. Itís very strange- my voice is odd and deep and booming and I physically feel as though my throat should be larger because of the depth of my voice. Itís an odd dissonance that manifests psychosomatically.
my voice is odd and deep and booming and I physically feel as though my throat should be larger because of the depth of my voice. Itís an odd dissonance that manifests psychosomatically.
Her voice too is the same kind of deep- itís profoundly strange to witness that effect coming from a living breathing human being.

I am having fun, I am playing with more stimuli just to sample how intense the effect is. I feel giggly and elated, not from any particular pharmacological euphoric effect, but a giddiness as this novelty. I want to brag to all my friends about this truly unique experience. I message and chat with many different people who I have told about this drug before I had tasted it, conversation flows smoothly and articulately. Iím having a great deal of fun sharing the details of my particularly odd experience with others.

I decide to continue experimenting with different auditory inputs, this time by watching an episode of ďThe SimpsonsĒ. I figure it will be something familiar that exists as a clear reference point in my mind so I will be able to clearly discern how sound has been altered. To that end, I settled on one of the episodes I had seen the most times, ďBart vs. AustraliaĒ.

T2:55- After watching the episode, I get the impression that the auditory effects seem to be a thin veneer, not fully formed. For the duration of watching the show, they lapse in and out of existence but sometimes they'll catch on me like a sunbeam shining off of a glittering crystal. They duck in and out and are at times very intense and jarring, while at others being hardly noticeable. This seems to fade in and out at random, though to a degree It's like the effect is more pronounced the more I'm paying attention to it.

T3:30- I take a gravity bong hit of weed and prepare to take nitrous, just to delve even deeper. I fill two balloons with the sweet gas, one balloon with two canisters and the other with just one canister. Upon getting ready to take the plunge, the balloon with one canister pops. Oh well.

The effects of nitrous were like I was lying down in a great void while a wall of sound, big deep black and shining blasted in the distance, its sound cavernous and immense. But I was paralyzed, floating in place, frozen into the mirror stillness of an inky puddle while this menacing auditory monolith loomed in the distance, blotting out the sun and drenching me in the shadow of its sound. The flanging waves of its thunder were visible as they roared through the air, rippling the fabric of reality with them. Within a minute or two the effects had predictably faded, leaving me feeling spaced out and dizzy, also as expected. There wasnít much observed synergy between the substances, save for the fact that the typical nitrous flanging and phaser effect was deeper and heavier.

T5:00- I have been languid and bored for the last few hours, doing nothing but browsing the internet and listening to music. The novelty has for the most part entirely worn off from the experience. I decide to dose 8 mg 3-MeO-PCP orally just to spice things up a little bit.

T5:30- Start to feel the dissociation like a big cloud or a huge fog bank hovering over my brain, blurring and distorting everything that passes and streams through it. What were once crystal clear distortions have been sacrificed to noise and reverberation, the auditory inputs turning fuzzy and buzzy. Like sunlight through an overcast day, the light is dimmed and scattered.

T5:40- There is now a distinctive but mild tinnitus. It is very slightly annoying at worst not existing to any degree where I would consider it intrusive or problematic. Other than that, there is the typical expected interplay of 3-MeO-PCP with a psychedelic, though it is a very atypical psychedelic. The strange physical warping, the bubbly numbness, the sense that my field of vision is clenching and flashing.

T6:00- I am feeling like there is a great glacier crawling through my mind, shedding pulses of frigid intensity and strobing my field of vision. My fingertips are numb and everything still sounds deep. The beating and pulsing rages like a storm, further mutating soundwaves around them. I decide to go out for a walk, throwing a dash of etizolam onto the stack.

T6:20- I set out. I am unsure of why I am doing this or whether this is a good idea. Seemingly smelling that I had stepped outdoors, the dissociation pounced on me full force, quickly subduing my mind. I feel so genuinely and intensely out of touch with reality. I do not feel like I am actually outside, and I am questioning the physical existence of every object around me, I am questioning the very flow of time that all of these objects are subject to. My movements are uncoordinated and I am surely stumbling like a drunk. The distant appear close and the close appear distant.

I wanted to walk to the river nearby, stand on the bridge and feel the glorious breeze and gaze upon the glowing skyline of my city in a heavily altered state. I stopped at a nearby park along the way for a breather and noticed the effects reeling away- perhaps this was the etizolam cutting things off? I shouldnít have thrown that into the mix. I desperately smoke cannabis to try and elevate myself again. I sat amongst tree roots as the effects creeped back in with the generous application of that cannabis. They enclosed me, embraced me, then choked and entombed me, the full moon inundating the night with a shower of silvery light that imparted the world with an eerie metallic glow, a glow that chewed away at my cognitively mangled form. As nice as the cannabis was, I suddenly found myself extremely thirsty.

Reaching a place where I could obtain water was a long and arduous walk on a warm night, the stresses of which imparted me with an even deeper sense of creeping sobriety. I was able to stop in a 24 hour convenience store (It was about 2 AM now) and was lucid enough to buy several bottles. Why I didnít just fill a free cup is beyond me. The auditory effects are only barely noticeable now.

T8:00- I finally journey out to the bridge, mostly feeling dazed and tired. Further application of cannabis plunges my head back beneath the water. Truly I am nothing but a hedonist, greedily hunting for memories and experiences and ravenously devouring them. They pass through my drug infested gullet, mangled and deconstructed into their raw essences, the only thing that can be distilled from the mnemonic fog of this obscured mind. The skyline is beautiful, the lights dance on the reflection of the water, everything is still pulsing and flashing and my body still feels as though I am levitating above the bench I am sitting on. It is as if I a tuning into a great deep bass note thrumming at the heart of all of these lights and buildings, of the latent fury of the potential energy of so much constructed against the will of nature. I am truly alone in this tempestuous virtual world, entirely in the present and sequestered from all that came before and all that came after me, sequestered from all that exists around me except as pure sensory perception. It was so still around me, I felt like the only thing moving through a frozen world.

I eventually decide I should get some sleep and make the trek home, catching a bus that shortens what would otherwise be a very taxing walk. At this point, despite all of my attempts to fight it, the etizolam and the vestiges of the 3-MeO-PCP have taken their place at the forefront of my mind, fogging my memory. I remember very little of the bus ride home, other than everyone on it seemed to be asleep or on the verge of falling asleep. Illuminated by several incompetent and flickering fluorescent lights, it was such a dim and quiet and starkly tranquil yet unnerving space. The auditory effects are certainly gone by now.

T9:00- I finally arrive home. Itís comfortable and I am still catching visuals according to my notes but my memory of this is faint. They are described as bright feathery flashes and radiating feathers on the whitespace of my computer screen. Alternatively they are coralline, iridescent, the playful manifestation of the afterglow, the fireflies at dusk after a full summer day. I dosed more etizolam, ~1 mg, showered, smoked some more, and passed out, getting a long and restful sleep.

Exp Year: 2018ExpID: 112336
Gender: Not Specified 
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Sep 19, 2018Views: 1,635
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