Citation: Monk. "Crushingly Intense Per Usual Yet Even Faster: An Experience with Cocaine, Beer & 5-MeO-DMT (exp98025)". Erowid.org. Jun 14, 2021. erowid.org/exp/98025
While the author reported the substance used as 5-MeO-DMT, they seem to conflate NN-DMT and 5-MeO-DMT. These substances have different effects and dosages. Most often the error made is that the term "DMT" is used as shorthand to refer to 5-Methoxy-DMT. However, because of the ambiguity in the substance name, it is uncertain whether the author is speaking about 5-MeO-DMT throughout this report or not. See 5-MeO-DMT is Not "DMT".]
This is my recollection of a 5-MeO-DMT trip while being under the influence of cocaine, a substance I've only partaken in 3 times, never on any psychedelics. I'm on 200mg of sertraline and 3 MG of clonazepam daily for OCD, GAD, and depression. They work mostly well for me. I'm a daily, hourly weed smoker of high quality stuff, bong bowls or my trusty dugout.
The evening began with me contacting a friend for some coke, for reasons honestly unknown to me, as I had only used it once before, over a year ago. Asked for an 8ball. After he arrived with the product, which was of very high quality (he had several smaller baggies of lower quality cokes, and we were fascinated for a few minutes looking at the different grades under a 25x magnifier), I opened up my baggie of the really pure he had brought me, and we lined up a few small rails on a plate. We started drinking some beers, and proceeded to blow our lines, quite a nice rush and very mild on the nasal tissue due to lack of hardly any cuts. We got to fast, coke-y/ drunk-y talking and just told stories for a bit. bumping a little line every 20 or 30 minutes or so and drinking. He asked me if I had any 5-MeO left, and I reached over and got out my little glass pipe and baggie of spice.
I put a dash of weed, then an unkmown, but 'normal' to me, dip of 5-Me0 on the tip of a butterfly knife, a small pile about 1/3 of an inch wide and long. I added a top layer to my DMT sandwich bowl, and lit it up in the bong. Slowly I bubbled it, watching the spice flare and melt between the weed like I had so many times before. I inhaled deeply, maxing out my lungs with air after the bong smoke. Familiar itch in the lungs and the taste of mothballs/asphalt. I held for roughly 7 seconds, and exhaled.
5 seconds passed and the massive, electric, bodily rush of 5-MeO-DMT plowed me as usual and barreled its way quite quickly into my brain. At this point, I looked around a few seconds and my field of vision was strongly covered with open-eyed, rapidly 'moving', geometrical hallucinations and sparkling. Specifically, a wall of neon-like hexagons outlines in red, shimmering extremely fast with 'typical' psychedelia. The intensity in my body was growing, and I knew how hard I was tripping and where this feeling would take me: bodily overload then nausea then puking. I said something like 'holy shit, this... holy fuckkkk. this is like.. the hardest I've tripped this', not in a negative or 'oh shit' type of manner. I knew I needed to lay on my back and ride this extra-fast electrocution out like I've done in the past on hard, heavy trips. I layed down, and held my left hand up in the air and watched the lightning fast ripplings of outlined hexagons and the swirling and changing of the skin on my arm/hand in the air. The body load continued to increase, and I started to feel nauseated and my mouth watered like I was going to puke. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a subtle lights-and-patterns show on my eyelids as I breathed slowly and felt as if I was becoming 'one' with the floor, something I'd experienced multiple times on 5-MeO. A rush of euphoria came as I realized my stomach was fine and the substance treadmill slowed its pace. I felt LOVELY lying on the ground, smiling, and just listened to whatever music was playing in the background. I got up, still a bit blasted, and sat back in my chair. 'Holy shit' I said to my friend. I came down to my prior energetic and faded state of weed, coke, and alcohol and proceeded to pack up my friend a bowl. 'Ready?' I asked with a grin.
In summary, the cocaine intensified (as far as I could tell) the 'power' of the trip, totally not spiritual or anything like that at all, none of my trips are. I was just going faster, like I had a few more wires plugged into me. OEVs were more prevalent than usual (compared to what is usually mostly CEVs for me), and the trip was a bit longer lasting. Nothing negative about this interaction, just the usual body load to manage. Psychedelics are so much more enjoyable to me, and I've got a feeling the clonazepam blocks a bit of the coke high, as I've never really been LIT on the stuff, compared to others around me the few times I've used it.
[Reported Dose: "5-MeO-DMT dose unknown many uses but I've never measured save for the 2 gram bag it initially came in."]
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