DOB with LSD

• July 2017

• 1:30 PM 1.4 mg DOB (2,5-Dimethoxy-4-bromoamphetamine)

• 2:20 PM Estimated 100 micrograms LSD (Lysergic Acid Diethylamide)

• Additional: Nitrous Oxide

11:15 AM It’s Saturday morning and I am finally waking up, late as shit. I was due at Burgundy’s house hours ago. He’s been party-rocking and smoking meats since 8 AM. I stroll my tired ass out of bed to get ready, gathering my tripping gear, eating breakfast, and showering before walking out the door.

1:10 PM I arrive at Burgundy’s. When walking in I can tell he is altered by his behavior but his pupils are not very dilated. I would have just thought he was sick or something had I not known any wiser. We visit the backyard to check on the meats he’s been preparing. 20 minutes or so go by before I get around to ingesting the first psychoactive of the day, DOB.

1:45 PM At Burgundy’s request we choose to go buy nitrous oxide canisters. He takes the passenger seat while I drive us to a gas station maybe a mile down the street. I tell Burgundy we should get some robes and holy water, and then start handing out blessings. He agrees. The cashiers at the gas station are always so friendly when selling you nitrous. They’re calling me “buddy” and “friend”, and asking if they can come to the party. I see a guy walk past me wearing dark sunglasses and whistling as he meanders nonchalantly throughout the store. I think to myself, “Is everybody just getting fucked up and coming into this gas station?”

2:20 PM Burgundy and I check on the meats once more. He hands me today’s next sacrament: a white on white tab of LSD. I accept. I’m already feeling mild stimulation from the DOB. I’m curious to see how this combination differs from the Psilocybin combination specifically in terms of emotion, analytical disposition, visual hallucinations, and energy levels. My only concern or hesitation is the vasoconstriction, as both chemicals considerably constrict blood vessels on their own. Burgundy had told me earlier how outspoken the visuals were. “Overwhelming,” he called them. We chill outside and enjoy the day for a little while, and then come inside for some nitrous balloons. I start typing.

2:49 PM I’m feeling a great deal of energy now and having trouble sitting still, but I can still focus on writing. My libido and desire for sex is building tremendously. A strong wave of jaw clenching hits me, forcing me to reach for the gum. I’m getting some gentle visual action and my laptop becomes fuzzy to read. Everything is beginning to breathe ever so slightly. The sounds of music are heard with amazing depth.

3:02 PM Time has dilated, my stomach aches, and physical feeling has gone numb. I have so much energy I feel like I could jump out of my skin. I want to run and climb and bang the next thing that moves. Burgundy pulls out the meat, exclaiming “Oh yeah!” with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and sunglasses draped over his face. “Shit’s lookin’ good.” I return a blank stare, as the trip is setting in. It certainly smells good. Burgundy wraps his bounty in foil and sets it into a cooler. I stare at a fat-ass dove perched on an electric cable. How fascinating it would be to be a bird.

3:37 PM These are some impressive daytime visions. Copious light ordinarily dulls the visual illustrations but they are really exposing themselves. Leaves are seen in vivid detail, grass appears remarkably green, and tree branches are bending and distorting. Birds and cicadas are heard like they're making noise with a vengeance. The fence before me melts away while the adjacent shed and its open doors assume wild, tribal designs. Soft, puffy clouds have acquired sharp edges and distant cell phone towers present images reminiscent of masks between them. I observe colored geometry behind closed eyelids, which is seen as warping tunnels when directly facing the sun.

4:17 PM We step inside to try and calm down a bit. The visual impressions continue to get increasingly strong, especially in accordance to music. Time has lost its meaning, energy levels are high, and music is ambient and magical. Attention span and levels of concentration are now drastically reduced. Inside I play witness to spiraling designs displayed across my skin, forming from the hair on my arm. Burgundy hands me a nitrous balloon. Seconds after inhaling the visuals and euphoria become much more prevalent. Kaleidoscopic colors hijack my visual plane as I sit cross-legged on the couch, seeing the most amazing patterns drip from the back of my leg.

4:33 PM I suggest we try a balloon outside in the daylight. Taking a seat in the lawn chair, I slowly pull the gas into my lungs. The boundaries vanish and my ego disintegrates. Outside I experience the greatest sense of cosmic unity I perhaps ever have. I am one with the world around. I am all. Upon re-entering my separate self the chatter of birds fills me with childlike joy. The world is calm, and the marvel of being alive to experience it brings me bliss and assurance. “Wow,” is all I can muster. Burgundy just looks at me. I borrow one of his cigarettes. The cigarette turns out to be rather potent and doesn't take the edge off as planned. I sit and watch the clouds shift, overrun with wondrous thought.

4:50 PM When I showed up Burgundy was in the midst of his trip and said the first few hours were rough. He ingested more than I did and said his dosage might have been too much. I completely understand how it could have been now. It’s difficult to keep a centered thought process. I’m feeling extremely appetitive, horny, stimulated. I want to terrorize and begin texting people explicit and obscene things, abandoning anything intellectual. As I look through Snapchat it seems everyone is getting intoxicated on this beautiful Saturday. I scroll through numerous liquor bottles and obnoxious selfies, feeling a compelling sense of community and oneness with others.

8:45 PM After a while the delicious meats Burgundy prepared have cooled and we begin devouring them like hyenas. We start watching podcasts and other stuff on Burgundy’s laptop and completely lose track of time. Before we know it the sun is setting. To combat this zapped, depleted feeling I decide to take an evening run. A jog around the block is exhilarating and provides just the mental refresh I needed. After such a festive day I look forward to the night ahead of me.

In conclusion, LSD turned out to be a much better companion to DOB than Psilocybin. LSD is a superior match because of its duration, amount of physical energy, and complimentary psychological effects. This combination proved to be much more stimulating and euphoric than the Psilocybin combination. Whereas the prior was fairly emotionless and studious, the LSD duo possessed more discernable emotional content, with stronger influence on libido and greater hallucinatory activity. This isn’t the first time LSD has proven more compatible with amphetamines— MDMA comes to mind.

The psychoanalytical edge and pattern recognition properties of LSD pair congruently with DOB, but may only serve to be worthwhile if the stimulation, confusion, and lowered ability to concentrate don’t overwhelm the user. In contrast to the Psilocybin combination, this duo admittedly had somewhat of a party-drug tone. The emotions felt more pushed than entirely organic, and the visual depictions seemed superimposed rather than reflective of any particular object or scenery. DOB certainly takes a toll on the digestive system; abdominal discomfort was again the most pronounced physical negative. As always, set and setting are the ultimate determining factors guiding these contingent outcomes.

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