Submitted by stars_finders_ltd on Aug. 15, 2018, 3:10 a.m.

Needed to share this story I just saw on reddit.

Holy shit, that was way too much to handle. I thought I was going to die.

I did 2 and a half hits of 1p, that was fine.

When it kicked in, I took one more tab-it was intense, the colors an shifting were incredible-the colors, fractals, and euphoric head space rivaled that of lsd.

I had no fucking idea what was going on, and it was beautiful.

Than, at about 6 hours in, I was bored and wanted to take it up a notch. The peak was sort of winding down, and I felt crazy. I weighed out 20 mg of 4-aco-met and 15 mg of 4-aco-dmt on a scale, ran it through a micron filter, and gave my self and intramuscular injection.

What the fuck!!!

I was watching "underneath the skin" and shit got wierd. It was the most intense psychadelic experience of my life. I thought I finally did it, and pushed the line too far.

Who knows if what I weighed out was accurate. The numbers on the scale were twitching, fading in and out as I poured the powder.

I don't know how to describe it-I feel like the universe fucked my skull...and, metaphorically, I still have cum and brain matter oozing down my ear. When it hit, I ceased to exist. Everything was bright and turbulent-my thoughts flowed out of my head and into the night sky. I could feel and see my thoughts twisting and mixing with the chirping crickets and the night sky. It sounded like Hawaiian dancers in palm leaf skirts swaying in the moonlight, or superstitious Mexicans praying and meditating on the day of the dead.

I was fucked, severely fucked.

The only thing I could focus on was keeping my head upright, not throwing up, and focusing. I could have been convulsing-I definitely had tears in my eyes and saliva running down my mouth. I had a vague notion that I couldn't compromise my air passageways-or I might never come out of it.

I remember for what seemed like eternity I was paralyzed. Like, I couldn't move. My thoughts and actions were NOT connected like they were supposed to be. I would think to move my left foot and my right eye would twitch instead. I would try to twitch my eye, but my arm would shake instead.

I tried to say, " am I alive?." Instead I muttered, "bla'mamma'oh'ahh!!"

I saw fucking machine elves-or something. I'm telling you that there was something shifting and fucking with my reality in the background of this experience.

At this point, I thought I had experienced some sort of stroke or seizure

Sweating and still overwhelmed by an infinite, drifting void of color and confusion, I threw up my dinner of tacos and Doritos, and with tears in my eyes-started screaming, "I know-I know-I'm sorry, I know."

I don't know what I figured out, exactly, I'm pretty sure I was just grateful to be alive.

After this I did like an 80 mg shot of ketamine-it was wierd, but after that shit, nothing could phase me.

Now, 12 hours later and I don't feel normal. My apartment is fucked, my laptop is damaged but usable, everythhing from my sofa to the carpet feels dirty and fucked. My head hurts and my stomach feels funky. Ugh, I feel so remorseful for taking shit too far. My organs kind of hurt.

I guess the moral of the story is-3 and a half hits of 1plsd is A-okay and incredible, but do not shoot yourself up with random quantities of other tryptamines while under influence. You could stroke out, you'll probably lose your lunch-and it will be a 3 or so hour experience that you CAN NOT opt out of.

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