PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: kinda stoned, but great otherwise
Setting (location): bedroom
time of day: night
recent drug use: mary jane


PARTICIPANT
history of use: novice

BIOASSAY
Substance(s): mj, dmt, caapi leaves
Dose(s): .5g, enough, .2g-ish
Method of administration: beaker bong because you feel like a scientist while getting high.


EFFECTS
Duration: 3 to maybe 4 hours
First effects: uhmedyatlee
Peak: ^ it was dmt
Come down: 1 hour per hit
Baseline: 1 hour after last hit

Intensity (overall): 3

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 4
Implesantness: 2
Visual Intensity: 2 1/2
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AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: 4 <3


REPORT
So about a week ago, for a few nights in a row I felt a pull to dabble with the spice a bit at night. The last night of the 'changa-athon' was the best though.

I had 3 little trips in a row, which I spread out over about 2 and half hours, which were the best ever. It was 2 1/2 hours of meditative, mind exploratory bliss. I felt feelings I haven't felt since I was a kid, and all sorts of incredible things words could never do justice. I felt it opening pathways in my mind, like it was probing through my obscure memories and feelings from years ago. It felt amazing. I normally go for breakthrough doses when just doing fb, but I see how healing it can be when mixed with caapi even at smaller doses. But anyway, I won't get into every detail, only the part that I think is cosmically funny in a way, and the interesting part lol.

I'm slowling coming down from the second trip and I remember 'oh yeah, I was supposed to get comfortable'. But, I'm tripping and that turns into about 15min of not moving and meditating on the idea of 'getting comfortable'. Eventually I snap out of it, and decide that I'm gonna really get comfortable and pack another ticket to crazyland. I pack the bong, lay down on the bed, get a pillow near by, get covered up, put the heater on a little higher, everything possible so that I wouldn't get cold, and I could just be laying down for this next hit.

So I pack the bong with a caapi/sour grapes/dmt sandwich for the 3rd and final trip of the night. I'm thinking 'I'm so comfortable nothing could go wrong, this is going to be amazing and probably the best trip ever, I can't wait to see what it has to show me' lol. I start with the first hit, already neon kaleidoscopes are shimmering, then after ~20sec I go for the second hit. This is where the problem started. Somehow I'm completely lost on my bed, and in my mind. Everywhere I look and touch is pure hyperspace, but its rushing so incredibly fast I can't get a handle on anything even for a second. I can't see anything through the bright blue static that envelopes me. I've had incredibly more intense trips than this before but for some reason I can't relax/get comfortable/slow down or catch my breath. Next thing I feel is like a cat must feel when coughing up a hairball. A full bodied convulsion to expel something from inside of me, like my entire body was being pumped. I think 'hold up, this is not about to happen.' Then I think 'this must be what some people described when having a purge on ayahuasca D: NO'. Then I think I'm puking up what must be a gallon of my guts. For some reason I go into a mental scenario where I'm bent over on the ground at a concert/festival tripping too hard and puking my brains out with people walking past me, and I'm waving my arm in the air and trying to say 'I'm okay, I'm just tripping to hard'. Which is something that happens in lower dose trips for me, I'll play a mental game or scenario or something. Also, point out that I ate a sandwich at work like 5 hours before so I wasn't bloated or anything either.

So I'm tripping and puking, and trying to grab for anything to cover the puke so I could lay down till I was back. So I face plant into what seemed legitimately soft and not puked on in the real world and dove into a place where I was incredibly comfortable. My mind was probed again, which was fine. Most of all I realized that you can prepare like heck, but shit can still happen lol, and it's never as bad as you think it is in the end. I realized the difference in feeling overwhelmed/lost & comfortable/centered. That's helped me at work, which is great. Also, the puke wasn't bad like I thought it was during the trip FYI because I knew you wanted to know.

I just thought it was kinda hilarious how I spent 2 hours working up to it, got butter-melted-on-toast comfortable and still puked. Lesson learned lol.
I've felt great ever since though <3

I thought you were gonna say you did a face plant right into your puke.

I,ve had my expectations blown to smitherines many times .
I've tried to practice a no expectation policy but it still gets me once in a while .
Your right its hard to prepare for the intensity , there's nothing quite like it .