A Pleasant Morning

Introduction

Continuous daily use of Sertraline (50mg, orally) and piracetam (1200mg, orally) for a few previous months, stopping three days before this voyage takes place. The fumarate salt of 4-Pro-DMT was obtained from a trusted vendor, untested; optically it is fine brown powder of a shade reminiscent of that of chocolate; consumed a week or so after it arrived, stored at room temperature in the meantime. Dose was weighted out using a milligram scale. There is some confusion online about what does 4-Pro-DMT mean - some claim that 4-Pro is 4-propionyl, others that it is 4-propoxy. The substance that I used and which I am describing in this report is the 4-propionyl variant - I elect to call it 4-Pro-DMT, since the 4-propoxy variant should be called 4-PrO-DMT (given that methoxy and ethoxy are MeO and EtO respectively, both with capital O). Previous experience with the compound: I tried 4-Pro-DMT once before using a threshold dose (5mg). I have extensive previous experience with psychedelics in general, including several compounds that should be close to 4-Pro-DMT (assuming it's also metabolised into psilocin) - 4-AcO-DMT and psilocybin and psilocin itself in magic mushrooms. Set: I am feeling well, excited to test what a compound will do when I take it and then go back to sleep before the effects take place. Very slight anxiety, which I usually get when trying psychedelics. Mild lower abdomen pain which later turned out to be most likely psychosomatic. Setting: In my room, at home, and later in a calm city park. It was roughly 5 degrees Celsius outside in a sudden upswing of temperature after a few weeks of freezing winter. Snow melted and the park’s ground was wet and muddy. The atmosphere was almost as if during an autumn, though it’s closer to spring by now. Other: The plan was to take the compound and then go back to sleep, letting the effects wake me up.

Onset

7:17 (T + 00:00)
Swallowed the dose in a gelatine capsule.

Peak

9:22 (T + 02:05)

Music is excellent, feels more intense than normally. Subjectively the experience still seems to be ‘on the background’. I will attempt to bring it more to the forefront by venturing outside, though I shall have something to eat first. Still very amused with things.

9:36 (T + 02:17)

Clearly, I am sober enough to argue with friends on Discord about technical chemical terminology.

9:51 (T + 02:34)

Danced a little to the sound of music, then ate some toasts with honey, which tasted excellent (though I’ve not had them for a long time, so I can’t tell if their taste was better than usual). I feel remarkably close to baseline, actually. There are hints of the psychedelic state still present, but not as strong as before. About to go outside now.

10:57 (T + 03:40)

I was apparently higher than I thought. Walking to the park through the streets, it felt like there were hints of textures of the roads and other everyday objects around becoming ‘cartoonish’ – not that they would actually seem that way, but it felt that had I taken a higher dose, this is the direction the visuals might take. Also on the way to the park, I noticed that people seemed unattractive to me, though this might have been simply due to randomly meeting only unattractive people (but even attractive people seeming unattractive is a relatively common psychedelic effect for me). The city park that I went to was beautiful despite its muddy fall-like appearance (we got a sudden heatwave after a few weeks of strongly cold weather). The state feels subtly energetic in a way which invites activities like hugging trees and accidentally putting one’s foot through thin ice of a lake into the water. Visual acuity enhancement and depth perception enhancement. Textures and colours, especially those of tree barks, greatly enhanced. The park used to be one huge lake, so it has the shape of a large oval with a central area which is depressed by seven or so meters compared to the sides, which used to be its shores. The area is dotted with multiple rather large lakes, and now seemed extremely spacious, as if I were extraordinarily aware of how huge it in fact is (it has like six hundred meters across). Watching one of my favourite trees in the park, a large white oak, it first felt strange, as if it gained a shape different than normally (though it’s equally possible that only now I noticed the shape in full), and then majestic in a almost religious way, and reminded me of the weirwoods in Game of Thrones. Much to my surprise, when I was returning from the park, moving my hands in front of my eyes resulted in weak though still clearly present tracers. Despite the weather being quite cold (around 3-4 degrees Celsius), and me wearing only a t-shirt with short sleeves, a sweater, a relatively light jacket, a wool cap, and casual jeans with tennis shoes, I felt very warm to the point that I took my cap off (and when I returned home, I also took my shirt off). This made me suspicious of possible serotonergic influence on body temperature, so I measured it at 11:08 (T + 03:51; while already home for quarter an hour or so) and found out that it was 35.9C, which is an ordinary temperature for me. Subjectively though, even while sitting behind the computer and writing these words, I do feel warm. I am not entirely sure if I would compare it to empathogenic warmth… it feels similar to being snuggled in a bed under a warm blanket, except I am sitting half-naked on a chair instead.

A Pleasant Morning

Contents

Introduction

Onset

Peak

Offset

Conclusion / Aftermath