The Dizzying Squalls

Introduction

[NOTE: This is not a typo for 3-MeO-PCP, this is a report for the semi-novel dissociative 3-Methyl-PCP, the only extant alkane substituted phenyl ring PCP analogue (for now).] I attempted 2 trials prior to this to get a sense of this compound’s character, at 10 and 12 mg intranasal. I also took a small sublingual booster dose during one of the trials. Physically the powder is pretty caustic, burning a lot when dosed intranasally and leaving a raw spot on mucous membranes when dosed sublingually, similar to 3-MeO-PCP (though without the local anesthesia that 3-MeO-PCP has). Some brief notes on its general properties at those doses were that it was lucid and functional, similar to 3-MeO-PCP or unsubstituted PCP, with a notably greater loss of motor skills. I was able to socialize without issue, and the experiences were both fairly short in duration with a pleasant drawn-out afterglow featuring an elevated mood and increased articulation, especially when combined with etizolam and cannabis in one instance. Overall at those doses, the experience was characterized by a mental stimulation with mild physical sedation, euphoria, disinhibition, light open eye visuals, and a fairly shallow headspace in terms of introspection and meditation. It was delightfully social, though this diminished as I pushed the dose up more. The short duration also lent itself to an urge to redose. The following report is the highest dose I have attempted so far, though I will say that there appear to be diminishing returns as the dose is nudged higher. It is also probably worth mentioning the steep dose/response curve, with substantial observable differences with just a 6 mg discrepancy in dose (and this is trusting my scale, so there is some wiggle room there!). Be careful with this one!

Onset

T0:00
Powder snorted- it is chalky with an odor of naphtha and burning rubber. There is an instant searing pain. My eyes water, it stings like an acrid petroleum spear up my nose. Thankfully it’s a small quantity of powder but damn is it unpleasant.

Peak

T1:00

The experience seems to have capped off- the steady pressure and gentle but definite acceleration have all slowed- the spinning and whipping clouds and dense masses of wind have had the life breathed out of them, they now are carried along only by their momentum. My motor control is still messy, it is still hard to walk properly. I go out and look at my bug light again- all sorts of beetles and an interesting wasp have taken up residence. I smoke a few hits of cannabis while I’m out. The stars glisten in the sky above, great masses of them clustered together into a great sparkling dance, the darkness of space twisting and undulating. It’s a beautifully clear yet humid night. This doesn’t feel particularly manic or energetic- I wish I could just flop down on the grass and gaze into the sky but it’s all wet. My brain is jelly, I am probing into depths I shouldn’t be, my brain feels like melted ice cream, when I nod out and close my eyes I am still greeted by the same dull fields and pulses of color. I am reading stuff on the internet but I am not really taking it in, there is no urge or desire to dive into it or read more. The information just bounces off my glassy eyes. My teeth feel heavy and wet and soft.

T1:07

I decide to turn out my lights and listen to music on my bed with a blindfold on. This is usually an exhilarating activity to do while on dissociatives- It can feel like a roller coaster or a vibrant twisting ride into another realm- this however is much more nondescript. I’m still here, on my bed, and I am acutely aware of that the entire time. Instead of a roller coaster I am quietly and gently sailing down a warm viscous river, my field of vision just some quiet color splotches. I try to meditate, to think about memories or dreams, as that often serves as an analytical jumping off point for streams of adventures into the subconscious with other dissociatives. While I would consider this a fairly intense experience, it yields nothing to me in that regard- it crosses its arms and purses its lips and keeps its secrets. Or perhaps it has none to share at all. I would certainly regard this as shallow, an experience grounded more in sensation than in cognition. Lying still on my extra soft mattress pad feels extravagant though. This is a drug for doing things, for enhancing other experiences, for socializing or dancing or just relaxing under some heavy air. It is not the kind of dissociative that is exploratory in its own right, at least not for me.

Offset

T1:20

After only trying for a short time to sink into the depths of the experience, I decide to go back to what I was doing before, which was nothing while gazing at a computer screen. My toes and fingers are still very numb and feel like they are made of soft mud. Everything is decelerating and cooling down now, there is a definite comedown. I am still pretty uncoordinated when I try to move, but it is more manageable than before. The peak has certainly passed at this point. Motor skills returning more and more. I can walk in a straight line for the most part, though I will occasionally stumble. Well into the afterburn now. There are flashes of visuals playing in the white of my laptop screen. The double vision is fusing back into one now.

T1:30

Nothing feels quite real, It’s all still cold and weird. The cognitive dissociation lingers. It’s not the sort of empty neutrality that certain substances present though- it’s something brighter, warmer, more pleasant, but ultimately alienating and confusing. So many basic and familiar things seem foreign now, I feel like I have to make a conscious effort to adjust back to the world of sobriety.

T1:40

A glowy dizzy drunky feeling, not sharp or manic, a bit of residual stimulation run through my mind and exits quietly in my muscles as some fidgeting and twitching. I would still broadly characterize this drug as a depressant though, at least physically.

T2:05

I go out to socialize with my roommates, they are watching Seinfeld in the living room. We are all currently under isolation because two of us were exposed to someone who was COVID positive. Talking feels weird and distant, I haven’t attempted to say anything out loud this entire experience so far and now it feels like I’m stumbling on my words as much as I was stumbling on my own feet. I thought I had come down pretty far, that I was inching back towards sobriety, but being around other people made me realize how distant I really was. I am not entirely sure what I am even saying, the words aren’t properly registering in my memory. I am tossing them blindly into the void, hoping they are coherent. My roommates really truly look like I am viewing them on a screen, entirely divorced from their actual presence. This is kind of scary- it makes me feel like I may not realize the full weight of social consequences, that I may not properly regulate or moderate what I am saying. I am truly treading water over some deep depths. I go outside and grab a giant water bug to show them. Talking about an insect I love helps to ground me and feel more in touch, along with coming down more as time passes. After about half an hour I feel like I am socializing normally, better than normal in fact. I take them outside to show them what came to the light sheet and talk about bugs with them, this also helps to ground me. We turn the light off and pack it in, the darkness is heavy and swallowing. They go to bed.

T2:47

I feel mostly down by this point. The experience is only present when I stop and think about it.

T3:11

Still feeling a bit numb and off balance, but otherwise pretty close to baseline. There is a subtle euphoric afterglow that I am not 100% certain I can attribute to the drug but it is definitely there.

T3:30

Mostly just feel tired and sedated and a bit dizzy still. Lying still and doing nothing feels like a sacred activity.

T5:00

Back to baseline

Conclusion / Aftermath

Such an interesting and promising compound that just begs further exploration by intrepid souls! This is, as far as I’ve experienced, one that sees diminishing returns as you increase the dose. The sedation and incapacitation builds as the dose creeps up, eventually glaring out the more pleasant dissociative effects that stand at the forefront at lower doses. At 10-12 mg it feels an immaculate party drug- a euphoric rush with soft edges and a steady pace, reminiscent of unsubstituted PCP or GHB or alcohol. The dissociation of this drug is characterized by dizziness above all else, a sense of spinning and perpetual motion and steady flow. It doesn’t fully anesthetize the body or plunge the user into a hole like other dissociatives, rather it leaves one with a inhibited, off-kilter, but still fully functional and present body, with numbness and distortion rooted in the extremities and skull and seeping inwards from there. Physically, it is sedating, especially at a higher dose, a GABAergic sedation replete with heavy eyelids and slow shallow breathing. There were also odd thermal sensations, an almost feverish being hot and cold at the same time. I do not have much experience with opioids for reference but at the higher dose, sensations similar to how stronger doses of opioids are described were present. This warrants investigation from someone with more familiarity in that area! The headspace is one of stimulation and very slight mania at lower doses. As the dose increases, this is replaced with a dumbfounded neutrality, like just being stunned and unable to properly process thoughts or stimuli. Visual effects are slight, and mostly only with eyes open. With eyes closed, any visuals were barely discernible at any dose. It is not the most introspective and doesn’t seem to lend itself much to therapeutic use. It is however, delightfully hedonistic and euphoric (especially at lower doses) and would be an excellent party drug. What I found it most similar to in fact was alcohol, just being a little past buzzed at 10 mg (or perhaps like I said before, GHB, but a bit stimmier). These returns deplete as the dose increases however, and it quickly turns into a disorienting and less rewarding experience that simply incapacitates the user. The short duration is also noteworthy, though there is a drawn out afterglow, it is subtle and not the typical stimulation that lasts after a dissociative and keeps a user awake in the dark. This does however, lend itself to a desire to redose, which could be problematic with the compounding effects as dosage increases. As mentioned before, this is one for fans of PCP, Alcohol, Poppers, or GHB. This is a fun and worthwhile compound, so long as you aren’t expecting too much depth from it!

Contents

Introduction

Onset

Peak

Offset

Conclusion / Aftermath