Citation: Mister Notenough. "Meeting Mister Toomuch: An Experience with 4-AcO-DMT (exp113768)". Erowid.org. Jan 27, 2021. erowid.org/exp/113768
I am a recreational user. This report involves multiple mistakes on my part. Don't do as I have done.
A few weeks after buying 4-aco-dmt, I found time and ate 20mg in a rolling paper chute. It was pleasant, but very mild for what I had expected given the dose and what I'd read online. So, after doing some more reading and seeing more than a couple experience reports from people taking 150mg, I decided to attempt 100 the following weekend. Having plenty of experience with mushrooms (including large doses) and a variety of lysergamides, I decided such a large amount was a good idea.
That day, at 3:15pm I measured 100mg and dumped it into a shot glass with water, swallowed it, and refilled and drank the glass until the crystals were gone from the bottom. I took a shower and left for a brief ATV ride in the private property behind my house to kill time, expecting the drug to kick in after about 90 minutes as it had before, and as shrooms always have for me. However, after just a couple minutes I was already noticing profound visual distortions, very noticeable tracers and patterns rising out of foliage as I drove. I turned around as soon as I realized this, and the sound of the bike's engine underneath me became unbearable within a minute of first feeling the effects. As I pulled back into the yard and took my helmet off, the sky was opening up with geometric fractals. Well that was a bad idea, I thought to myself.
I ran inside, and took a moment to pause and stare at the wooden trim in my mudroom. The grains in the wood were swimming and crawling all up and down the boards, and scuffs in the finish from the previous tenants were adding similar patterns as were in the sky, seemingly underneath the grains. My centre of vision had broken down and I could see everything in my field of view equally, but it quickly began focusing and zooming in randomly and out of my control. I checked the time, it was +30, I knew I shouldn't even be feeling effects yet and the next few hours would be way heavier, and decided I'd ride it out by watching JJBA. After about half an episode, +45ish, I had no ability to focus on the screen or sounds, and the walls of my home started folding into the floor. Fleur-de-lis patterns began stretching in and out of objects in the room, and CEVs of cartoonish half-faces with infinite jaws, who I call "Mister Toomuch," were spilling into my open vision. I've met Mister Toomuch before and knew there was no stopping him, so I stumbled to my room and laid down. I didn't think to put on music, so I laid alone in my thoughts, which was kind of a bad idea.
I had just finished renovating my room a couple days before so the layout was very unfamiliar, and I remember spending time looking at the handles on the dresser drawers. My centre of vision was returning even though I was still coming up, and I was seeing the handles in octuple vision and from different angles at once, while everything in my peripheral vision continued to fold and collapse. When I closed my eyes Mister Toomuch was still there, but I could also see a scape I can best describe as a semi-artificial pier jutting out of the walls of an infinitely large cave, modeled with plasticine mixed into tie-dye colours, predominantly red, green and purple. The "sky" was the same fractals I'd seen in the scuffed trim, and just below my view as a spectator there was liquid with similar plasticine colours, and the waves were square, like brick-paved roads. I'd started a load of laundry before dropping as well, so this scene was accompanied by the distorted, seemingly vocalized growls of the dryer churning away. Bad idea.
So far time had not been distorted, and I still regularly checked the clock and saw it was moving about as fast as I'd expect it to while struggling to sleep on a weeknight. However, around +1:15 I "remembered" that time was yet another spacial dimension any living thing could traverse as easily as walking forward or backward, and also didn't exist. I then found that I had the years laid out in an actual timeline in front of me, looked a few years into the future and saw a much greater frequency of electric cars, vegans and Silicon Valley products made of rounded-edge plastic, then went back to the 70's and 80's, which I remembered very fondly despite being born in 1996. I distinctly remember looking at old rustic China on the fireplace mantel in my grandparents' old house I've only seen in grainy photos, as well as listening to This Beat Goes On in a 70's corvette. At some point my memory fades out.
At +2:00 my memory resumes, Mister Toomuch was gone but the effects to my waking vision were stronger than ever, there were brilliant splotches, lines, dots, of green, purple, and yellow all over everything, and my depth perception was very warped; it was identical to a heavy shroom trip if not more geometric the way DMT reportedly is. I suddenly became overcome with a *very* heavy feeling in the pit of my gut, not nausea, but diarrhea, which I haven't had in a long time. I was scarcely able to get out of my room and into the bathroom and on the toilet without shitting, but I managed. Once I'd cleaned up I felt much better but still very high, so I went to the common room to play Skyrim.
As much as it doesn't make for an interesting report, from +2:20 on out I just sipped water, gamed, and let myself come down. It was very easy to get lost in the visuals and sound effects of the video game, and once I started playing I began to seriously enjoy myself. The prominent splotches of colour were gone by +3:45, and I got up to have diarrhea twice more at +4:45 and +5:15. I was awake until about 3:30 or 4 am that night, +13:00, and the finer visuals such as the brick patterns weren't gone until I'd slept it off. The next morning I woke up around 10 or 11, but had a hangover that slowly grew throughout the day and peaked around 6pm, 27 hours after dropping. I blame the hangover on three bouts of diarrhea…
It's very interesting how this drug seems to realize my unattainable desires in a way a fantasy or dream can't. Looking back on the trip, my experience of seeing and traversing time and the specific things I saw are very telling: my visions of the future were obviously influenced by my stereotypes and prejudices of New Age culture and anxiety over new, consumer-driven technology yadda yaddah, while my visions of the past echoed a deep sentiment of nostalgia and longing I'd held for a long time, and very strongly for maybe 16 months beforehand. This trip erased this dissatisfaction, and I've been much more content with where the world and I are now.
Aside from that, I haven't felt "broken," but I did feel an afterglow for 3-4 days after the hangover day that wasn't always pleasant, I sometimes felt frazzled or burnt out as if from too much weed. I was worried going to bed that night that the memories of Mister Toomuch would ruin my bedroom, but my depth perception had been so warped that to this day it's as if I had been in a whole other room during that experience. Overall, I think it went as well as it did because I am already experienced with large doses and tripping alone, and was able to accept early on that I'd just have to let it happen, therefore I would never recommend attempting this dosage unless the person knows for certain they're prepared for it.
COPYRIGHTS: All reports are copyright Erowid.
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid Center.