Experience:2 tabs DOB - My DOB Nightmare

Experience reports - DOB

• Date: June 2014
• Gender: Male
• Weight: 140lbs
• Age: 24

Report

This trip report is not to scare people off using DOB, but serves to demonstrate the possible dangers of redosing before truly identifying a substance, and the need for a trip sitter.

I was given two tabs of DOB [unknown strength] under the impression that it was LSD, leading to an overdose resulting in a coma, Rhabdomyolysis, cuts, bruises and physical scarring.

My experiences with psychedelic drug prior to this trip include:

5-MeO-DMT, DMT, Ayahuasca, Mescaline, MXE, Ketamine, AL-LAD Salvia Divinorum LSD, LSA, 2C-B, 25I-NBOMe, with LSD having been well taken over 50 times, often in high doses of 1mg>.

NOTE: Parts of this experience had to be re-remembered post-trip during the weeks of recovery that followed, and as such will feature at the end of my report narrated in the style in which I experienced them.

The Trip

10:00 Sunday:

It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning, and the fallout from a friend's party the night before. I hadn't slept having consumed Amphetamine and MDMA at the party and when K woke up, we both decided that it would be nice to buy some acid and go to the park - given the sunny weather it would be a nice way to wind down the weekend. So we left K's flat to buy the acid that her friend had for sale.

11:00 Sunday:

Having met K's friend and bought the tabs, he decided to join us in going to the park, picking up his friend on the way. I took my first tab at 11am holding it under my tongue until it turned to mush. In my sleepless, joyful state I thought nothing of the metallic taste, reminiscent of a 25I-NBOMe tab. After two hours having consumed 3-4 beers in the park, and having felt only a subtle change in headspace [similar to LSA or a low dose of LSD I decided to take a second tab. Within half-an-hour of taking this the effects really started to kick in and it was apparent that these were not weak tabs by any means: My stomach became taut, muscles tightened and body engulfed in an all over tingling. My visual field awash with bright aqua and turquoise patterns and thoughts a shifting paradigm between unabated arrogance and childlike confusion. This energy, euphoria and childlike excitement, was bliss.

14:00 Sunday:

We eventually decided to leave the park - the heat had become too much to bear and as we left I felt a rush of excitement in simply deciding what rubbish we should put in the bin and what was simply not our responsibility (such as chewing gum, tissue, plastic straws etc. that had already been there). These feelings took me back to my first trip on LSA and feeling the most intense excitement at the thought of tidying up.

After leaving the park K wanted to head back to her flat, I didn't particularly want to go but join her regardless - the walk there seems to take forever in the blistering heat and was extremely exhausting physically. By the time we reach her flat I was literally dripping with sweat, my white T-shirt saturated, and the visuals had intensified to where I could hardly see anything is in front of me; they've taken on a static like quality similar to the visual distortion from standing up too fast and getting a head rush. The details in K's face have become prickled with the heat, objects on the floor reduced to indiscernible static.

As I look out the back of K's second floor I become mesmerised by the large overgrown tree that takes on a jungle like quality in the heat and sun. My vision of the tree begins to slice as the sound of crickets and the trees deeply saturated leaves stir up feeling of nature and exploration - my visual haze fades and a wall of calm falls over me as I observe the difference between the hot jungle out there and the cool tranquillity in the flat. With the tranquillity and coolness my ego falls away. My cockiness, excitement and egotism replaced with quiet introverted thoughts and a willingness to simply observe. Social interaction becomes an alien concept as I turn inwards on myself. Subtle paranoia about having to converse with K creeps in, conversations seem only to be a tool for others to impose their power and will on you, and in this state I am ill-equipped for any power struggle / conversation.

17:00 Sunday:

Two hours later and I'm in a flat downstairs from K's with two friends. K has left to go to the pub down the road while it's still sunny [it's around 5pm at this point]. An awkward situation had arisen that led me to being in this flat: K had invited a friend over who insisted that we go and visit my friends in the flat downstairs (who she also knew) - she did this by banging on the doors and windows to their flat in a very aggressive manner until she was let in. While I had not been banging on the doors and windows I felt guilty by proxy and could see that my two friends clearly wanted to be left alone.

All while this was happening my trip was becoming more intense, at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me. I was sitting on a sofa bemused at the hostilities and arguments taking place before me, the only audience member in a cosmic play of my design. The flat was the only universe that I knew and anything outside of it no longer existed in my mind. At this point I knew I was beyond functioning. My memories of what follow become fragmented and blotchy.

ICU - Hospital

12:00 Monday:

I wake up in an ICU hospital bed with a kind looking chubby man at the end of it staring at a monitor. Coming out of both my arms are tubes: Two in my left and two in my right, two at the crook and two near the thumb. There is a tube also attached to my face near my nose. I notice a catheter coming out of my penis and instinctively try to remove it - the man insists I don't do this and removes it for me. I'm quite bemused by the situation, not understanding the severity of what has happened or how I arrived there. I am also still seeing the visual effects of the drug - posters on the wall near my bed fold up in a crumpled paper effect and there is a cold hazy blue glistening effect to the air. I look at the clock on the wall... I should be in work.

Not understanding the trauma my body's been through (the fact that I was in a coma on a breathing machine) I insist in being discharged, and whilst trying to get out bed noticed cuts and bruises on my legs - I struggle to get to the edge of the bed and sit there when I realize that I can't walk, my body aches all over and feels as heavy as lead. A doctor comes by and explains that it's not advisable I leave - I could suffer kidney failure and be on dialysis for the rest of my life if I leave now (my blood creatine levels were way above normal @ 54200). On this advise I decided to stay.

I was transferred out of the ICU that day and stayed in hospital for a further four days before being discharged.

The Trip - Re-remembered - Disconnect with reality

18:00 Sunday:

I'm in the [second] flat, the atmosphere is calmer now that K and her friend have left. I peer through the blinds to see outside but I can't see the outside world, just dull coloured blocks making a wall where the window used to be, they're painted like the inside of a stick of rock, dull purples and oranges. This room isn't real, it's a matrix / fake area put together for me, so they can steal my bank details without me realizing- a fake room to keep me entertained. I look at bank card - I can't read any of the digits or text?! (Is it my bank card or Oyster card I'm looking at?) the whole card is pulsing with neon light and energy, covering all the text. I pace the flat in a state of great agitation. All the rooms in this flat look the same. As I pass through the hall there are people sitting on the wall like gargoyles, loitering - I don't recognize them. The frames of the doors are now glowing neon and the air has taken on a thickness. Moving from one room to another is like looking at a mirror facing another mirror: Infinite repetitions. I keep on going to leave - going room to room - in a state of turmoil - I don't know what to do! ... As I leave through the front door of the flat my friend calls me back. I keep on thinking I have to leave, but my friend keeps calling me back. The fact that I haven't left is the common denominator - that's why nothing changes! (what needs to change?). I get out the flat and into the main hallway. I have been here a few times before and always pushed the front door to get out. I pull this time and the door to open to the world. Exposure! It's still blindingly bright outside.

I see a man walk by me with a dog. Do I know him? Is that B? "No" the man replies with a grin on his face. His voice sounds muffled and distant, as does mine. I say something else, but can't tell what I've said as it sounds too obscure. "I don't know B" he says - He seems to find it funny that I've asked him such a strange question?

The sun has began to set, and as I walk through the rows of terraced houses I'm a cop - head of a futuristic police force - staring on a TV show. I'm rehearsing my lines for a big bust that will be televised - about to do a bust on one of these properties. I'm in contact with another officer who is in the ether, who is also me. I have clearly disconnected with reality, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers, talking out loud to myself. My sci-fi daydream has bled into reality and replaced it. Depersonalized and delirious.

I feel the presence of something vicious coming for me, being passed from one dimension to another like a hot potato, coming my way. Nobody had ever had to deal with something as horrifying as this. Before it happened it was unfathomable, unthinkable, had never happened. I was as if I was going to be assaulted for the first time in history, in a world where there were no physics. I was going to be the first of my kind bludgeoned to death by a crazed hammer wielding homeless man. A black grid overlays itself in the sky in front of me, and coming towards me through this grid is the monster. Constructed in black wire - unfathomable in strength. Ripping in two, sheer terror. It's a behemoth - Heading towards me with pure anger and it's going to tear rip me in half. It breaks free of the grid - twisting up outside of it - breaking free. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000 stronger than any force and heading for me.

I could see in my mind a person being ripped apart from the inside by a black kitten like creature constructed of wire that spread round it's insides like liquid fire. I can hear and feel this; thick yellow pus bubbling and terrified screams (possibly my own) as the demon kitten tears up the humans insides. (This pain was of a ripping/tearing nature and may be when I cut my left hand.) I'm now the front of someone's garden, walking down some concrete step towards the house, I lose my balance multiple times but don't fall - I look at my watch for some reason as I plunge. The grass is so overgrown that I cannot see my footing, and as I look up at the sky, it has grown dark as a grass visual jungle motif reaches up to the greying clouds. My vision is getting darker.

Fade to black, a total closed eye visual world comprised of complex black line grid geometries. A universe comprised of mathematical grids and dread. I hear the bleeps - police codes being said over this dark universe. "Code 1... 6..." These sounds echo through the darkness. "Hello, [Name] can you hear me?" "[Surname]" echoing off into infinity... *beep* "We're here to help you [Name]" "Hello, [Name] can you hear me?" *beep* "We're here to help you [Name]" I can see all these creatures resembling triangular mice in the darkness clinging to the grids. A vague dull lights glints across the triangle offspring critters and disturb them as they sit on the grid [I assume this was a light being shined across my eyes by medical professionals on scene]. There are twelve families of Beelzebub coding and recorded every vile mental abuse in this world, incest, physical pain, abuse, self-hatred, and torment - documenting every form, every corner of its domain. All these bleeps, voices, so distant in space, echo and overlay, fading past the grids - They fade with the beings, the offspring, their billionaire overlords and their district police. There is hierarchy in this world - The divide between the overlords and lackeys tremendous. It's all mathematics and grids in this universe and I hear hundreds of chirping voices talking about killing and abuse firing off from every angle of my mind. [This is hell. Grids upon grids of the darkest parts of the human mind.

This event tore me up physically and mentally; remembering what happened still brings up feeling of dread and terror even nine months on. The message to take away from this: Always be aware of what you're taking, and if it's a choice between underdosing and overdosing: You can always redose later. What I put my loved ones through is regrettable and not a mistake I want to make twice.

Submitted by - CryptoTOR

Effects analysis

• Mouth numbing - "I thought nothing of the metallic taste, reminiscent of a 25I-NBOMe tab."
• Tactile enhancement - "body engulfed in an all over tingling."
• Novelty enhancement - "I felt a rush of excitement in simply deciding what rubbish we should put in the bin and what was simply not our responsibility (such as chewing gum, tissue, plastic straws etc. that had already been there). These feelings took me back to my first trip on LSA and feeling the most intense excitement at the thought of tidying up."
• External hallucinations - "the visuals had intensified to where I could hardly see anything is in front of me; they've taken on a static like quality similar to the visual distortion from standing up too fast and getting a head rush."
• Scenery slicing - "My vision of the tree begins to slice as the sound of crickets and the trees deeply saturated leaves stir up feeling of nature and exploration"
• Memory suppression - "With the tranquillity and coolness my ego falls away."
• Analysis enhancement - "My cockiness, excitement and egotism replaced with quiet introverted thoughts and a willingness to simply observe."
• Language suppression - "Social interaction becomes an alien concept as I turn inwards on myself."
• Paranoia - "Subtle paranoia about having to converse with K creeps in, conversations seem only to be a tool for others to impose their power and will on you, and in this state I am ill-equipped for any power struggle / conversation."
• Delusion - "All while this was happening my trip was becoming more intense, at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me. I was sitting on a sofa bemused at the hostilities and arguments taking place before me, the only audience member in a cosmic play of my design. The flat was the only universe that I knew and anything outside of it no longer existed in my mind. At this point I knew I was beyond functioning. My memories of what follow become fragmented and blotchy."
• External hallucination - "I am also still seeing the visual effects of the drug - posters on the wall near my bed fold up in a crumpled paper effect and there is a cold hazy blue glistening effect to the air."
• External hallucination - "I'm in the [second] flat, the atmosphere is calmer now that K and her friend have left. I peer through the blinds to see outside but I can't see the outside world, just dull coloured blocks making a wall where the window used to be, they're painted like the inside of a stick of rock, dull purples and oranges."
• Delusions with external hallucinations - "This room isn't real, it's a matrix / fake area put together for me, so they can steal my bank details without me realizing- a fake room to keep me entertained. I look at bank card - I can't read any of the digits or text?! (Is it my bank card or Oyster card I'm looking at?) the whole card is pulsing with neon light and energy, covering all the text. I pace the flat in a state of great agitation. All the rooms in this flat look the same."
• Autonomous entities - "As I pass through the hall there are people sitting on the wall like gargoyles, loitering - I don't recognize them."
• Colour enhancement - "I pull this time and the door to open to the world. It's still blindingly bright outside."
• Auditory suppression - "His voice sounds muffled and distant, as does mine. I say something else, but can't tell what I've said as it sounds too obscure."
• Delusion - "The sun has began to set, and as I walk through the rows of terraced houses I'm a cop] - head of a futuristic police force - staring on a TV show. I'm rehearsing my lines for a big bust that will be televised - about to do a bust on one of these properties. I'm in contact with another officer who is in the ether, who is also me. I have clearly disconnected with reality, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers, talking out loud to myself. My sci-fi daydream has bled into reality and replaced it."
• Unspeakable horrors with autonomous entities - "I feel the presence of something vicious coming for me, being passed from one dimension to another like a hot potato, coming my way. Nobody had ever had to deal with something as horrifying as this. Before it happened it was unfathomable, unthinkable, had never happened. I was as if I was going to be assaulted for the first time in history, in a world where there were no physics. I was going to be the first of my kind bludgeoned to death by a crazed hammer wielding homeless man. A black grid overlays itself in the sky in front of me, and coming towards me through this grid is the monster. Constructed in black wire - unfathomable in strength. Ripping in two, sheer terror. It's a behemoth - Heading towards me with pure anger and it's going to tear rip me in half. It breaks free of the grid - twisting up outside of it - breaking free. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000 stronger than any force and heading for me. I could see in my mind a person being ripped apart from the inside by a black kitten like creature constructed of wire that spread round it's insides like liquid fire. I can hear and feel this; thick yellow pus bubbling and terrified screams (possibly my own) as the demon kitten tears up the humans insides. (This pain was of a ripping/tearing nature and may be when I cut my left hand.)"
• Motor control loss - "I lose my balance multiple times but don't fall - I look at my watch for some reason as I plunge."
• Geometry - "Fade to black, a total closed eye visual world comprised of complex black line grid geometries. A universe comprised of mathematical grids and dread."
• External hallucination - "I can see all these creatures resembling triangular mice in the darkness clinging to the grids. A vague dull lights glints across the triangle offspring critters and disturb them as they sit on the grid [I assume this was a light being shined across my eyes by medical professionals on scene].
• Unspeakable horrors - "There are twelve families of Beelzebub coding and recorded every vile mental abuse in this world, incest, physical pain, abuse, self-hatred, and torment - documenting every form, every corner of its domain. All these bleeps, voices, so distant in space, echo and overlay, fading past the grids - They fade with the beings, the offspring, their billionaire overlords and their district police. There is hierarchy in this world - The divide between the overlords and lackeys tremendous. It's all mathematics and grids in this universe and I hear hundreds of chirping voices talking about killing and abuse firing off from every angle of my mind. This is hell. Grids upon grids of the darkest parts of the human mind."