Citation: sHulud. "Completely and Utterly Unexpected: An Experience with 4-AcO-DMT (exp97172)". Erowid.org. Oct 7, 2016. erowid.org/exp/97172
A few months ago, a close friend, N, and her friend, T, came to visit me while on this substance. I didn't realize they were on any sort of drugs when they arrived at my house, as N was acting completely normal and I don't know T well enough to judge what 'normal' is for her. As a result, when N told me that they were both on a 'shroom pill', I was pretty shocked.
I had been occupying myself with a little decoration project when they showed up. I was basically cutting double sided tape into really small squares, and taping photos to my wall. I took a break from this to talk about their experience. I asked them if they were hallucinating, and they said they weren't. The world was supposedly just brighter and more joyfully colorful than usual. (once they came down completely, they explained that they had in fact seen OEVs, but I guess they were in a state of mind where they didn't realize it at the time.)
N offered me an extra pill she for some reason had, and I decided, what the hell! I'll take it. I completely believed that my friends were not really tripping, so I figured the pills were pretty benign. I also have taken a variety of random pills people (I trust) have offered me, and none of them had ever had any sort of effect for whatever reason. Given these two factors, I genuinely believed that nothing would happen and I would go through my day as I had planned it.
I genuinely believed that nothing would happen and I would go through my day as I had planned it.
I resumed my decorating, meanwhile talking with N.
I suddenly became very agitated. I did not want to be around anyone. I for some reason just could not deal with people at all. N picked up on this, and told me she was going to go to the park with T and walk around for a while. I agreed, and told her I would text her if I started feeling better.
Sure enough, I ended up falling into an hour-long, uncontrollable laughing fit. I told N that I was happy and that she could come back.
I was overwhelmed with a feeling of childish joy, and ran around my house laughing. I felt very very very loopy, and the floor felt as though it was moving up and down as on a smaller-sized sail boat. Because of this, I was crashing into a lot of stuff and fell on the ground repeatedly, but every bit of this part was incredibly fun. By the time N had walked back to my house, I was back in my room, rolling on the ground, laughing hysterically, and 'tangled in cords.' She untangled me, and against N's better judgement, I insisted on getting back on top of my stool to finish my decorating project. I managed to get a few more pictures up. (The next day, we all got a good laugh about how the pictures I put up while on the drug were slanted sideways.) Then, I got stuck on the stool. I couldn't figure out how to get down, but I didn't really care because everything was so hilarious. So, I decided to stay on the stool and continue my project, which was amazingly fun. By this time, I was about at the 1:30 mark, and I couldn't possibly conceive that the experience would become any different.
And then, everything started to change drastically, and rapidly.
Still in an incredibly loopy mood, my attention was caught by a painting that was right below all the pictures I had been putting up. The colors of the paint were all flowing in and out of one another, but the essential shape of the paint strokes stayed the same. I very distinctly remember trying to figure out if the painting had always looked like that. I think after a few minutes of staring, I made the shocking revelation that the painting did not normally look like that. I was elated and disturbed. I think I talked about it a lot. I was amazed that I was tripping, and still had a hard time convincing myself that I actually was. Yet again, I couldn't conceive that the trip could get more intense.
By now, I pretty much lost my sense of time, so time estimates may or may not be accurate.
Once again, a change came and hit me like a ton of bricks. It amazes me how sudden things change while on this drug.
I was still on the stool, but suddenly, instantly, I became a rational person again. I stopped laughing, and became very serious. I realized that there was something very wrong with my body. I felt a sense of vertigo and light nausea, but mostly an all-over body sickness. Now that I've done some research, I guess this is what would be described as 'body load'.
I got off the stool, told N that I felt unwell, and layed down in my bed. I was extremely uncomfortable, but very calm, as I knew that getting worked up would only make it worse and send me on a 'bad trip' and possibly cause me to throw up. I got really cold, and covered myself with blankets. I tried to go to sleep, but as the drug continued to rapidly creep on me, I could not as I was seeing insane CEVs that were terrifying to me. The CEVs themselves were actually really really cool, but since they reaffirmed the fact that I was tripping, I couldn't deal with them and had to open my eyes. Oddly, the most comforting thing to me was to bury my face in the blankets, where I didn't get many visuals.
Occasionally, I would feel a strong urge to change position, and look at something else. I was completely amazed by the 'dripping' walls and flashes of light everywhere. N's face was 'bubbling' and flowing.
I began to think that I was dying and started getting really freaked out. But I reminded myself that everyone I know has thought they were dying at some point while tripping, so I calmed down again. However, I was still rather worried...
(Perhaps I should add that I was SUPER thirsty, and by now had maybe drank 6 cups of water since I took the pill. Bad idea... I think this worsened the effects of vasoconstriction, causing the terrible body feeling.)
I decided to call my mom at work because I knew she would have something to say that would ease my building anxiety. I don't really remember the conversation, but the conversation ended with me no longer worried at all about my health, and prepared to take on the rest of the trip. I again didn't expect the trip to change, or expect the sick feeling to go away any time soon.
Thankfully, the nauseated feeling went mostly away, and I was so relieved. I still had some pretty unpleasant body load, but I felt okay and really started to enjoy the trip.
I got up to go to the bathroom, and looked at the grain on the door. I was baffled that I'd never before noticed the intricate flowery pattern in the grain of the wood (which of course was just me tripping).
I got back to my room, and at that point began to experience the full glory of tripping. My entire room was overlayed with this insane, mostly green and pink, kaleidoscopic fractal pattern. I was incredibly incredibly amazed and delighted. These incredible fractals were growing out of everything, especially out of lights and out of my white, cottage cheese ceiling. The intricacy of these fractals was astonishing. I became aware of the fact that these incredible patterns are hard-wired into the very structure of our brains. I felt as though these patterns are always here, always waiting in the most primitive structures of the occipital lobe. In essence, they are, as I discovered after doing some research on OEVs.
I became amused with the idea that I could push them around and rearrange them. I tried it, and to my astonishment, it actually sort of worked. I couldn't really manipulate them any way I liked, but if I ran my hand through them, they would respond as water does and start flowing around and changing into different patterns.
I also found it pretty entertaining to wave my hands around and make different shapes with the tracers. One of my favorite things to do was move my finger around in a circle right in front of my face. I had sparkly nail polish on, so I was able to make this little circle of sparkles float in front of my head.
Periodically I would think about how I was supposed to do the dishes that day. I thought it was pretty funny how that was no longer a possibility.
The bathroom was the most insane place ever. I started off by staring at the toilet paper, which I genuinely believed had little diamond fractal shapes on it. (I was really surprised the next day when it didn't, at all.) Those diamond shapes expanded out of the toilet paper and took it over, creating a giant, colorful flower-like shape, filled with the incredibly intricate fractal diamond pattern. The tile wall right behind the toilet paper contributed to this and also made some sort of really crazy pattern, but I don't remember it.
By now, most of the body load was gone, but I was still tripping pretty hard. I could walk around freely, but still preferred to stay in my room, where all of the fractals were. I learned how to control the trip somewhat, and all of the free fractal shapes morphed into cat-shaped fractals, simply because I was thinking about how much I love cats. The fan on my ceiling was covered in this giant lion-shaped fractal. It kind of scared me, so I changed it to a house cat, which delighted me. For the next two hours, I pretty much just stared at my ceiling as the fractals slowly became less and less intense.
I could still see the fractals if I focused hard enough, but they were mostly gone. I decided to go sit outside in the hammock. I felt a sort of pure happiness that I hadn't felt since I was a little kid. Everything just seemed great. I loved the way it felt to be there, but I started to get bored. Eventually I got up.
My boyfriend, J, came over, and I talked about the experience with him. We hung out inside for a while, and then eventually decided to go on a walk.
Suddenly, I had a small headache. I felt like it was going to get worse, so I told J that I wanted to go home. That headache turned into the biggest, worst headache I have ever experienced in my entire life.
worst headache I have ever experienced in my entire life.
My head felt like it was going to explode! I took some ibuprofen, I think, and decided to smoke some weed. I thought it would at least dull the headache, but nothing could stop that monster. It was awful, and it didn't even start letting up until 12 pm the next day!
All in all, the experience was incredible, and I'm glad I did it. I'm glad I didn't know what was going to happen, or I surely wouldn't have taken it out of fear. I wasn't sure if I could ever do it again because the body load was so unpleasant and the trip was so intense, but I think now that I understand possibly why things happened the way they did, I can do it again and be more prepared.
Like I said earlier, I'm pretty positive the intensely bad body load and crazy headache were because of the ridiculous amount of water I was drinking. I have no idea how much I drank, but I was downing cup after cup. I've read that psychedelics tend to cause vasoconstriction, and drinking excess water causes increased blood volume, so I probably had pretty unpleasantly high blood pressure. Therefore, I wouldn't necessarily attribute the nasty body feeling to the drug itself, but rather to my own inexperience and resulting bad judgement.
This is an incredible, eye-opening drug. Just don't drink too much water!!
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