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Not Quite What I Wanted
25i-NBOMe & Alprazolam
Citation:   pinkflamingo. "Not Quite What I Wanted: An Experience with 25i-NBOMe & Alprazolam (exp101125)". Erowid.org. Jan 25, 2018. erowid.org/exp/101125

 
DOSE:
T+ 0:00
  repeated smoked Cannabis  
  T+ 2:00 0.25 mg oral Pharms - Alprazolam (pill / tablet)
  T+ 2:00 250 ug buccal 25I-NBOMe (blotter / tab)
BODY WEIGHT: 90 lb
I'd always wanted to trip in public.

It wasn't my first experience with the unpredictable 25i-NBOMe, but more like my fifth or sixth. Each time was with the same group of friends in similar safe, controlled environments. As a sufferer of social anxiety, I've always been amazed the next day when I recall how easily I'd talked to those I'm not close with while on the drug. Therefore, I wanted to do an experiment.

This thought was in the back of my mind when I set up a camping trip in the woods near a friend's house one day. They all loaded up on booze, (which, after taking my first psychedelic, I've hardly touched since) whereas I brought along some weed, my supply of Xanax (self-medication for my anxiety, and decided to try taking it to prevent the inevitable paranoia and dangerously high heart rate I get while tripping), and a tab and a half of my remaining 25i-NBOMe.

Everyone around me gets drunk as we start passing around copious amounts of weed. I probably smoked two bowls and two joints by myself before assuming I'd had enough.

About two hours later, I decide it's time. I pop the Xanax, figuring that it'd stay in my system long enough to get me through the uncomfortable peak. Immediately after, I rip apart a tab into quarters and hand one section to a friend, and put another on my lower gum. The last bit is saved for another time. While this dose seems miniscule, it was already late at night, I wasn't sure how the two/three drugs would interact, and 25i loves to knock me on my ass no matter the dose. I was playing it safe.
25i loves to knock me on my ass no matter the dose. I was playing it safe.


Soon, others in the group were complaining of the munchies. We'd already plowed through our supply of food, so there was really only one option: run to Taco Bell. Most people are already shitfaced, and those who aren't (my friend and I) would be peaking by the time we reached the nearest one, since we live rurally. The most sober one of us decides to drive, and we pile in the car. The Xanax is kicking in, and the blotter had been on my gums for a good 20 minutes. I take it out and throw it on the ground so any remaining chemical doesn't get absorbed...the lighter the trip, the better, with this situation.

As the drive goes on, I feel sedated and slightly groggy, but soon I can feel the speedy peak of the 25i rushing up on me. Most of my brain has slowed down, but some parts begin speeding up, and my body as well. My typical anxiety at this point is very well toned down, but my body still feels very uncomfortable, and I want nothing more than to lay down, which is impossible given how many people are in the car now.

And then, the typical nausea I feel grips at my stomach. I feel as though my body tries to find any excuse possible to vomit while coming up on 25i, and either the Xanax or the fast, twisting car ride (or both) was enough for it.

We arrive at Taco Bell, and everyone goes inside except for my ex-boyfriend and I. We sit on the curb as I tell him I'm probably going to throw up. Our light conversation continues for seconds more before I recognize that I'm going to throw up, right now. I tilt my head to the side, and my body reacts all on its own (as bodily functions tend to do when I'm on 25i). I literally feel and taste nothing as I observe myself throwing up into the mulch, gagging and wretching for minutes until I can't breathe and I feel as though my whole body has been wrung dry. The familiar sinister, ominous feeling sets in, and I watch as the parking lot pavement begins bubbling, melting, and warping.

I now know for sure that the Xanax has quelled any possible anxiety beautifully. I simply watch as police cruisers drive by only feet away, and hold eye contact with some shady city characters with no fear. I have no mindfuck this time, most likely due to the low dosage, and can hold conversation pretty well. The rest of the group comes out of Taco Bell with their food, and I stumble back in the car with everyone else for the ride home.

This time, driving back, I feel like the car is a spaceship ducking and weaving through wormholes. Music sounds unbelievable detailed and enhanced, and it feels like I exist inside each song that comes on the radio (although I could have done without Marilyn Manson at this point). It's close to 1am by the time we get back (safely), and I immediately walk back into the woods and lay down in the tent. I do my best to enjoy the trip that's still slightly uncomfortable, and close my eyes to watch the CEVs come to life on the blank slate of my eyelids. I would think of the word 'cats', and my vision would erupt with faces of cats with rainbow eyes strewn across a night sky. I'd think of 'dessert' and see an expanse of land made of cupcakes with bubblegum bushes, etc. That was something I hadn't really explored on previous trips. A very drunk friend came in and cuddled up to me, and we talked about some intriguing topics, like how a housefly experiences life compared to us, and how animals aren't any different than we are. 'Just because they don't talk, doesn't mean they aren't speaking.'

Everyone moved into the tent and the trip became much more light and positive. We had fun messing with my altered consciousness, coming up with quotes like, 'Beat me like one of your French girls!' as we usually do while tripping. I still had mild visuals for the next few hours, but my insomnia was only about 1/4 as bad as it would usually be on around 350ug and no Xanax.

I soon realized that the Xanax (and possibly the weed) had a profound effect on my trip:
-Come-up anxiety was still in the background, but extremely numbed and easy to dismiss. Heart rate was still slightly elevated, but probably not dangerous.
-Sensitivity to being frightened was reduced to almost nothing when it is usually very intense.
-I was very groggy during this come-up despite feeling speedy and jittery at the same time, which left me feeling a bit uncomfortable.
-Peak was shortened from the typical hour 0.5-2.5 to hour 0.5-1.5, but no less intense.
-Entire trip was shortened from about 8-10 hours to closer to 3-4.
-Insomnia greatly reduced, but still evident.

Overall, while it was a pretty lackluster and short trip, it was a great experiment and makes me believe that Xanax and 25i-NBOMe play nicely with each other, for the most part.

Exp Year: 2013ExpID: 101125
Gender: Female 
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: Jan 25, 2018Views: 1,392
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