Drug: DOPr
Dose 1: 4mg, sublingual, blotter form
Dose 2: 2mg, sublingual, blotter form
Dose 3: psilocybe cubensis – 1g
Dose 4: Marijuana
Age: 22
Tolerance: None
Trip Report #2: Click here
Previous experiences: extensive use with LSD over years, dabbled with 2C-C once or twice, smoked copious amounts of DMT, tried iboga but not in an extreme (flood) dose (and smoke marijuana on and off, but I don’t even really count that because it’s pretty weak), and extensive use of magic mushrooms.
Before the trip: I went to bed a little past midnight. Knowing that DOPr lasts 18-30 hours and takes up to four hours to set in, I set my alarm for 3am. In the following, she who is named as “Miss Emma” is my lover, and we live together. She knows about the entire thing, but does not wish to trip with me.
3:00 a.m. – I place the blotter underneath my tongue, just like I proposed I would, then curled up to go back to sleep next to Miss Emma.
3:45 a.m. – starting to feel some sort of nausea, but questioning whether it’s from the French fries I had earlier, or from the common psychedelic nausea. Perhaps a bit of both.
4:00 a.m. – Woken up by moderate to severe nausea, but it’s nothing I’m not accustomed to. Miss Emma wakes up with me and tries to comfort me. I believe to be tripping already, but question it because it seems soon. It’s pitch black and I’m exhausted, so I’m thinking that might have something to do with it.
4:30 a.m. – Miss Emma and I have been up talking, and it’s evident this psychedelic is kicking in. It’s packing quite a punch. I feel tired, but some of the nausea is starting to fade. My head begins filling with elaborate poems detailing my father’s drunkenness (a problem which I have had to struggle with), and also the warmth and softness and gentleness of Miss Emma’s embrace. From this point on, things get a little frisky, and I don’t mean to sound erotic, but I’m simply recounting the events as accurately as I possibly can: A bout of horniness hit me, and my skin tingled with endless sensation. Miss Emma proceeded to give me a blowjob and, without giving too much detail, it was by far the most transcendental blowjob I have ever had. The sensation pulsed throughout me and, in the moments before orgasm, my entire body began to convulse, almost as if in overload of pleasure. Afterwards, Miss Emma comments on the sheer immensity of my orgasm. The only reason I’d like to note this is because I believe that DOPr is a high-quality sexual stimulant (I have had sex on LSD, shrooms, and iboga before, but DOPr is in a league of its own). ++ on the Shulgin scale.
5:00 a.m. – Have tried going back to sleep, cuddling with Miss Emma, but to no avail. I am stricken by severe restlessness, and decide to get up. I head to the kitchen, where my mother is already browsing on the computer (I’m a college student, I live with my parents, don’t judge me). I grab a salami sandwich and an apple; while I’m making the sandwich, I can’t help but feel as if I’m living in a dream, and I have to remind myself that I took drugs and am tripping BALLS. The colors are much more enhanced, and whenever I look away it’s as if the light stays with me. Things are imprinting themselves on other things, that’s the best way I can describe it. Now at a definite +++ on the Shulgin scale.
5:30 a.m. – Went to my study (a small office of sorts), and got the inspiration to start a new screenplay (I am a versatile writer in my spare time). I wrote four pages rather rigorously more or less, visuals blaring (they almost feel loud), and felt sort of displeased when writing it but extremely pleased when reading it back. Here I would like to note that DOPr has fair-to-great potential to boost creativity. This is definitely a creative drug in nature.
6:00 a.m. – Starting to have muscle spasms, but they don’t scare me because I am accustomed to such things from other psychedelics. Teeth feel extremely sensitive, and I’m getting the urge to bite down—also something common while on hallucinogens. Visuals and experience are at a definite +++ on the Shulgin scale. I’m extremely aware of the fat on my body (even though I’m 210, muscular and 6’3, so there isn’t much), and become frantic for a second that I’m letting myself go. I look in the mirror and soon regain myself; there is a type of complete bliss with this drug, if I may note so. The body feels extremely good, and the world seems dreamy. I saw a mosquito fly through the bathroom, and it left its trail in the air behind it, wherever it went. A lot of trails and remnants.
7:30 a.m. – went for a walk, gravity felt like the strangest thing. I listened to some electronic music (Blackbird Blackbird, Com Truise, etc.) and the sounds were a bit enhanced. In all, they were much more echo-y than usual, and it was peaceful to listen while enjoying the enhanced colors of green nature. The whole time, I have this inescapable feeling that I’m living inside a dream, like nothing is real. This is all so bizarre.
8:30 a.m. – decided to take another half hit—equivalent of two milligrams. There are now six milligrams within my brain in total. I have to say, this is just the kick I needed, perhaps even too much. My body feel sensational, and my mind has completely lost all sense of reality. Everything I imagine becomes real, and everything real becomes fiction. I am in complete control of my thoughts, yet my emotions are very heavy and powerful. There are many cognitive things at work but, for instance: when I think of greed, I become filled with sorrow; inversely, when I think of love I get filled with joy. I think I might die, but I’m not sure. Either way, this is a content that is only achievable by those who are Enlightened.
9:30 a.m. – I am feeling guilty for all my past sins, extremely guilty. So guilty that I want to cry, and yet somehow I know it is not all my own fault for committing them. In me is some deep-seated belief that others are to blame for my sins as well, such as my parents. I’m getting vivid flashbacks of my father being drunk and angry while my older brother and I cowered in fear, along with others of my mother beating us with a carpet-beater because she didn’t know how else to settle us down. I feel trapped by anger and violence, wishing deep down in my heart to escape these miseries. I feel as if I might die; perhaps 6mg was a bit too much, but I argue that 4mg was too little. 5 should do anyone about right.
10:00 a.m. – I feel an overload of euphoria, and I find myself laughing uncontrollably. I have everything to be grateful for. The sun is beautiful, the thoughts of Miss Emma bountiful, my writings plentiful, and my intelligence full-feeling. I consider myself a genius for a second, but then re-establish my thinking and consider myself only an over-exhausted free thinker.
11: 45 a.m. – I’ve noticed something distinct with this drug—its intensity fluctuates. Perhaps it’s just for me, perhaps it’s because I took two separate doses, but it often seems to die down and then spike back up again unexpectedly. At one moment, I’ll feel like I’m at a ++, then out of nowhere I’ll shoot immediately to a +++ (and even a ++++).
12:30 p.m. – Feeling extremely exhausted, but that’s because the DOPr kicked in way quicker than I thought. I’m tripping so hard, that individual objects no longer morph and individualized textures no longer present themselves. Instead, it’s as if the whole world shifts and moves at the same time—all of my vision, periphery or not. It would seem impossible to spot something moving if it were so big and didn’t have anything in the background to be compared to, but the entire 3-dimensional space is now my single visual (as opposed to “visuals”, in most cases). By now, I’ve already experienced such bouts of euphoria, that they were all at ++++ on the Shulgin scale, and I was no longer afraid of death. I truly believed I was going to die, but I could not stop feeling happy. Acceptance through happiness.
2:00 p.m. – Decided to take some magic mushrooms (psilocybe cubensis ,to be precise) to give my trip an extra kick in the pants. Only took 1 gram, so that’s just a tiny bit in comparison to a usual 3.5 gram trip. It’s been so long since this trip started, that it’s almost as if I’m getting used to it. Still shifting back and forth between a ++ and a +++, with the occasional bouts of euphoria. I find that I am able to clearly analyze and divide my thoughts. Strings of philosophy, logic, and reasoning come easily to me. This drug makes you merge with its madness.
3:00 p.m. – Had sex with Miss Emma, took a long time to achieve orgasm but was definitely worth it. Still going strong, shifting back and forth from a ++ to a +++.
7:00 p.m. – DOPr has no effect on the quality of food; I am just as hungry as usual (if not hungrier). Extremely exhausted, but I find myself capable of carrying on for some reason. Miss Emma and I decide to smoke marijuana, and I get pretty high but it doesn’t impair my thinking really, not like usual. It’s almost like I’m of two personalities now—the high “me” and the tripping “me”.
10:00 p.m. Can barely even walk around anymore due to extreme exhaustion.
11:00 p.m. Last thing I remember is crawling into bed. I was out in like ten seconds flat. Miss Emma would later tell me that I was mumbling things in my sleep, and she was a bit worried but let me rest. My dreams were very lucid, and I kept believing they were real. Only when I woke up the next morning did I realize I was dreaming, but it all felt like interaction with the real world would feel.
Next morning: Woke up a bit tired, but I had no body load, which is a great thing. Head didn’t hurt one bit, and neither did my body. This has been one wild trip, and I will definitely be taking it again. If you ever get your hands on this stuff, stock up while you can. Cheers!
Trip Report #2: Click here
Dose 1: 4mg, sublingual, blotter form
Dose 2: 2mg, sublingual, blotter form
Dose 3: psilocybe cubensis – 1g
Dose 4: Marijuana
Age: 22
Tolerance: None
Trip Report #2: Click here
Previous experiences: extensive use with LSD over years, dabbled with 2C-C once or twice, smoked copious amounts of DMT, tried iboga but not in an extreme (flood) dose (and smoke marijuana on and off, but I don’t even really count that because it’s pretty weak), and extensive use of magic mushrooms.
Before the trip: I went to bed a little past midnight. Knowing that DOPr lasts 18-30 hours and takes up to four hours to set in, I set my alarm for 3am. In the following, she who is named as “Miss Emma” is my lover, and we live together. She knows about the entire thing, but does not wish to trip with me.
3:00 a.m. – I place the blotter underneath my tongue, just like I proposed I would, then curled up to go back to sleep next to Miss Emma.
3:45 a.m. – starting to feel some sort of nausea, but questioning whether it’s from the French fries I had earlier, or from the common psychedelic nausea. Perhaps a bit of both.
4:00 a.m. – Woken up by moderate to severe nausea, but it’s nothing I’m not accustomed to. Miss Emma wakes up with me and tries to comfort me. I believe to be tripping already, but question it because it seems soon. It’s pitch black and I’m exhausted, so I’m thinking that might have something to do with it.
4:30 a.m. – Miss Emma and I have been up talking, and it’s evident this psychedelic is kicking in. It’s packing quite a punch. I feel tired, but some of the nausea is starting to fade. My head begins filling with elaborate poems detailing my father’s drunkenness (a problem which I have had to struggle with), and also the warmth and softness and gentleness of Miss Emma’s embrace. From this point on, things get a little frisky, and I don’t mean to sound erotic, but I’m simply recounting the events as accurately as I possibly can: A bout of horniness hit me, and my skin tingled with endless sensation. Miss Emma proceeded to give me a blowjob and, without giving too much detail, it was by far the most transcendental blowjob I have ever had. The sensation pulsed throughout me and, in the moments before orgasm, my entire body began to convulse, almost as if in overload of pleasure. Afterwards, Miss Emma comments on the sheer immensity of my orgasm. The only reason I’d like to note this is because I believe that DOPr is a high-quality sexual stimulant (I have had sex on LSD, shrooms, and iboga before, but DOPr is in a league of its own). ++ on the Shulgin scale.
5:00 a.m. – Have tried going back to sleep, cuddling with Miss Emma, but to no avail. I am stricken by severe restlessness, and decide to get up. I head to the kitchen, where my mother is already browsing on the computer (I’m a college student, I live with my parents, don’t judge me). I grab a salami sandwich and an apple; while I’m making the sandwich, I can’t help but feel as if I’m living in a dream, and I have to remind myself that I took drugs and am tripping BALLS. The colors are much more enhanced, and whenever I look away it’s as if the light stays with me. Things are imprinting themselves on other things, that’s the best way I can describe it. Now at a definite +++ on the Shulgin scale.
5:30 a.m. – Went to my study (a small office of sorts), and got the inspiration to start a new screenplay (I am a versatile writer in my spare time). I wrote four pages rather rigorously more or less, visuals blaring (they almost feel loud), and felt sort of displeased when writing it but extremely pleased when reading it back. Here I would like to note that DOPr has fair-to-great potential to boost creativity. This is definitely a creative drug in nature.
6:00 a.m. – Starting to have muscle spasms, but they don’t scare me because I am accustomed to such things from other psychedelics. Teeth feel extremely sensitive, and I’m getting the urge to bite down—also something common while on hallucinogens. Visuals and experience are at a definite +++ on the Shulgin scale. I’m extremely aware of the fat on my body (even though I’m 210, muscular and 6’3, so there isn’t much), and become frantic for a second that I’m letting myself go. I look in the mirror and soon regain myself; there is a type of complete bliss with this drug, if I may note so. The body feels extremely good, and the world seems dreamy. I saw a mosquito fly through the bathroom, and it left its trail in the air behind it, wherever it went. A lot of trails and remnants.
7:30 a.m. – went for a walk, gravity felt like the strangest thing. I listened to some electronic music (Blackbird Blackbird, Com Truise, etc.) and the sounds were a bit enhanced. In all, they were much more echo-y than usual, and it was peaceful to listen while enjoying the enhanced colors of green nature. The whole time, I have this inescapable feeling that I’m living inside a dream, like nothing is real. This is all so bizarre.
8:30 a.m. – decided to take another half hit—equivalent of two milligrams. There are now six milligrams within my brain in total. I have to say, this is just the kick I needed, perhaps even too much. My body feel sensational, and my mind has completely lost all sense of reality. Everything I imagine becomes real, and everything real becomes fiction. I am in complete control of my thoughts, yet my emotions are very heavy and powerful. There are many cognitive things at work but, for instance: when I think of greed, I become filled with sorrow; inversely, when I think of love I get filled with joy. I think I might die, but I’m not sure. Either way, this is a content that is only achievable by those who are Enlightened.
9:30 a.m. – I am feeling guilty for all my past sins, extremely guilty. So guilty that I want to cry, and yet somehow I know it is not all my own fault for committing them. In me is some deep-seated belief that others are to blame for my sins as well, such as my parents. I’m getting vivid flashbacks of my father being drunk and angry while my older brother and I cowered in fear, along with others of my mother beating us with a carpet-beater because she didn’t know how else to settle us down. I feel trapped by anger and violence, wishing deep down in my heart to escape these miseries. I feel as if I might die; perhaps 6mg was a bit too much, but I argue that 4mg was too little. 5 should do anyone about right.
10:00 a.m. – I feel an overload of euphoria, and I find myself laughing uncontrollably. I have everything to be grateful for. The sun is beautiful, the thoughts of Miss Emma bountiful, my writings plentiful, and my intelligence full-feeling. I consider myself a genius for a second, but then re-establish my thinking and consider myself only an over-exhausted free thinker.
11: 45 a.m. – I’ve noticed something distinct with this drug—its intensity fluctuates. Perhaps it’s just for me, perhaps it’s because I took two separate doses, but it often seems to die down and then spike back up again unexpectedly. At one moment, I’ll feel like I’m at a ++, then out of nowhere I’ll shoot immediately to a +++ (and even a ++++).
12:30 p.m. – Feeling extremely exhausted, but that’s because the DOPr kicked in way quicker than I thought. I’m tripping so hard, that individual objects no longer morph and individualized textures no longer present themselves. Instead, it’s as if the whole world shifts and moves at the same time—all of my vision, periphery or not. It would seem impossible to spot something moving if it were so big and didn’t have anything in the background to be compared to, but the entire 3-dimensional space is now my single visual (as opposed to “visuals”, in most cases). By now, I’ve already experienced such bouts of euphoria, that they were all at ++++ on the Shulgin scale, and I was no longer afraid of death. I truly believed I was going to die, but I could not stop feeling happy. Acceptance through happiness.
2:00 p.m. – Decided to take some magic mushrooms (psilocybe cubensis ,to be precise) to give my trip an extra kick in the pants. Only took 1 gram, so that’s just a tiny bit in comparison to a usual 3.5 gram trip. It’s been so long since this trip started, that it’s almost as if I’m getting used to it. Still shifting back and forth between a ++ and a +++, with the occasional bouts of euphoria. I find that I am able to clearly analyze and divide my thoughts. Strings of philosophy, logic, and reasoning come easily to me. This drug makes you merge with its madness.
3:00 p.m. – Had sex with Miss Emma, took a long time to achieve orgasm but was definitely worth it. Still going strong, shifting back and forth from a ++ to a +++.
7:00 p.m. – DOPr has no effect on the quality of food; I am just as hungry as usual (if not hungrier). Extremely exhausted, but I find myself capable of carrying on for some reason. Miss Emma and I decide to smoke marijuana, and I get pretty high but it doesn’t impair my thinking really, not like usual. It’s almost like I’m of two personalities now—the high “me” and the tripping “me”.
10:00 p.m. Can barely even walk around anymore due to extreme exhaustion.
11:00 p.m. Last thing I remember is crawling into bed. I was out in like ten seconds flat. Miss Emma would later tell me that I was mumbling things in my sleep, and she was a bit worried but let me rest. My dreams were very lucid, and I kept believing they were real. Only when I woke up the next morning did I realize I was dreaming, but it all felt like interaction with the real world would feel.
Next morning: Woke up a bit tired, but I had no body load, which is a great thing. Head didn’t hurt one bit, and neither did my body. This has been one wild trip, and I will definitely be taking it again. If you ever get your hands on this stuff, stock up while you can. Cheers!
Trip Report #2: Click here