DOSE: T+ 0:00	23 g	oral	Cacti - T. pachanoi	(dried)
T+ 1:30		smoked	Cannabis
T+ 6:00		smoked	Cannabis - Hash

BODY WEIGHT:

68 kg

As I'm writing this, I think I can finally read and write without dancing words. I'll try my best to describe it the best I can, then I'll revise this later when completely sober; I haven't slept yet. Before the trip report begins, I'd like to share how I found this amazing cactus. Also, I'll be describing the effects with the subjective effects index so you can have a clear idea of how I felt without any mystical biases.

Three days ago, I went on a stroll near the river in my town. I went there to eat and dip my toes since it was a hot day. I had a bag with a towel, a fork, a knife, and my meal. I went to a spot I've never been to before, and there it was - a glorious and vigorous Echinopsis Pachanoi, really bluish with lots of flowers on top of it. I looked around, searching for a suitable one that could fit in my bag. I grabbed the towel and wrapped the cactus to pick it up without pricking myself with the spines. I made a diagonal cut at the base so that if it rained, water wouldn't puddle, and the log would regrow.

I got a 7-ribbed one, 23 inches long. I removed the spines and put it in the freezer so the waxy skin would come off more easily when defrosted. Carefully, I removed the skin and harvested the green flesh with a potato peeler, chopped it into small pieces, and left it to dry in the sun. By Tuesday morning, it was basically ready to be powdered. I used an electric coffee grinder; it ended up being about 40 grams of fine green dust.

I told a friend of mine, whom we'll call Cheese, if she wanted some since she loves this. She was down to try it, so she invited me to her new place she shares with her girlfriend, whom we'll call Jelly. We all decided to take it since, up until now, it had been easygoing. Cheese made capsules with rolling paper, 8 capsules of about a gram each. Jelly and I tried mixing it with mango juice; I took around 23 grams, and Jelly took the remainder, about 10 grams.

We started taking it at 10 PM. They took it pretty quickly, but for me, it was a bit difficult to drink. I finished the glass about an hour later. While I was taking sips of that paste, I started to notice a general breathing effect in my peripheral vision. I looked at my palm and noticed some improved visual acuity, not even in the 2nd part of the come-up phase. Starting to notice these effects gave me the hint that this was going to get wild, and it certainly did.

Cheese is obsessed with liminal spaces, dreamcore music, and all things nostalgic. She started playing some good tunes. I don't remember the name of the artist, but the album cover had a burger on it. If you know, you know. Then I asked her if she wanted to listen to my kind of jam, Lucid Planet's album II. She fell in love with it; their music has a lot of genre changes that played really nicely with the vibe.

Around 11:30 PM, Cheese and I went to the patio to smoke a bong. Jelly stayed in the bedroom since she doesn't smoke and wanted to rest a bit. I think it was gorilla punch that we smoked because it hit my lungs hard. After the toke, I felt recursion with the patterns on the table. This patio is located inside an apartment complex that had a liminal space feel to it. The sky felt like a mix of daylight and night, not too bright but not too dark either. I played a PS2 bios loop video as ambiance. We started talking about things we did back in the day, like putting PS1 CDs on a radio, Ghibli movies, or the phrase we hated most when we were kids: 'The PS2 is overheating, time to turn it off.' There were so many nostalgic feelings that I said, 'I wish I were 8 again; I miss the feeling of liking the Tokio Hotel singer and not understanding why.' I began to cry, and then Cheese played "Schwarzenegger Tears" by Lebanon Hanover, telling me that it's okay to cry and it's a human thing. I wasn't feeling great with all the nostalgia overload, so I lay down on the floor in a star position and started looking at the sky. It was clearer now; I could see some shooting stars, and the moon appeared from behind a building. Around it, there were clouds that looked like flowers with two layers of petals, one turned clockwise and the other layer reversed. After a while, these floral patterns started to shift into an autonomous creature. The shape looked similar to biblically accurate angels but with an Aztec tone. It was there, doing its thing. I tried to communicate with it, and it changed shape while talking, forming the silhouette of a face viewed from the left side. It was beautiful and didn't scare me. After a while, more clouds covered the sky, and it wasn't interesting to see anymore.

It was past 1:30 AM; Cheese was a bit freaked out. There was a prop crow (I think?) on a balcony above us, and she didn't like that. We went back to the bedroom and started drawing. At one point, she broke the tip of her pencil and wanted to sharpen it with the biggest knife in the house. Watching her do that freaked me out, so I gave her my pen, and she thankfully stopped. Cheese is really into stickers and she gave me one with a flower, it was relaxing watching it and Cheese told me "if you like it you can have it" and many times that were difficult, I just looked at it and felt safe. Back to drawing, the texture of the paper started to show glowing letters. I tried to fill in the lines and dots with my pen on some of them. I also drew the encounter I had on the patio; it's not as beautiful and it's not finished yet, but I'll post it later on.

Cheese and Jelly cuddled for a while, and I went to the bathroom to splash my face with water to cool down. When I looked at the mirror, my face looked reptilian. I took off my shirt, and my body looked like a sack of bones. I kept looking, and the face started to shift to different features. It was weird because I couldn't tell if that's how I really looked. I looked away for a few seconds, then looked again; it kind of looked more familiar, and I remembered how my face looked.

When I went back to the bedroom, they had turned off the lights and were using a blacklight flashlight. The patterning with this light was more obvious. We illuminated ourselves, and I could see lots of dotted lines that looked like a nervous system glowing on my skin. I went to a mirror to see how my face looked with this light. My nose shrank a little bit, my eyes were somewhat more slanted, the color of the iris was gray, taking over the pupils. The eyelashes grew, the eyebrows were thinner, the shape of my head was more rounded, my hair seemed a bit longer, my lips were smaller but thicker. Overall, I looked more feminine and I liked it. I smiled, and my teeth were the purest white I've ever seen. I think I blushed a little bit and wrapped my hands over my shoulders; I felt an incredible euphoria in this moment.

Around 2:30 AM, I lay down on the ground and closed my eyes for a while. I felt like I was alone in a grocery store. I was in a hallway with tall empty shelves. I moved down the hallway, looking at them. At some point, the hallway split into 3 different ways. I went left, and there was something down that hallway. It looked like a rhombus from a deck of cards rotating. The borders were glowing white. I wanted to touch it, and I moved my hand physically in that direction, but I didn't see my arm. I looked down, and I didn't have a body. This freaked me out again, so I opened my eyes to confirm that I had a body. That relaxed me a little bit.

At 3:00 AM, Cheese wanted to go outside and get some snacks. I asked her if she could lend me a hoodie since I was feeling cold. She gave me an oversized one with horizontal black and purple stripes. I accidentally put it on backward, and she told me that I looked great like that, straight out of the Y2K era. When we got outside, the city was completely silent—no cars, no people, just us. I played Shpongle on our way to the gas station. We picked up some chips and went back to her apartment. On the way back, I talked about someone I had met a few weeks ago. They seemed like a cool person to hang out with, and we exchanged socials, but it turned out they were friends with a group of people who didn't like me for several reasons that I don't feel proud of now. I told her that things went a bit awkward, and I didn't really know how to act. She told me that I shouldn't worry because I'm a good person now, and I'm not the same person I used to be. That gave me another perspective, and I felt more secure thinking about it.

We arrived at her apartment, and we started munching on the chips. The chips didn't taste like chips to me; it was just MSG, and I didn't eat that much. I wasn't feeling hungry, but I was thirsty. I drank a glass of watermelon juice and sat on the floor. I plugged in my headphones and listened to "Making Weight" by Casey while looking at the mirror again. My right eye was taking over my whole face, then I was faceless, like someone had used Photoshop's clone stamp tool to cover my face with my skin. I thought, 'Is that me?' I asked Cheese where my stuff was, and she gave me my backpack. I searched for my wallet, looking for my ID, trying to remember who I was. Unfortunately, I hadn't changed my name yet, and the picture didn't look like how I thought I looked. I got a bit upset because I couldn't remember my name, so I asked, 'Hey, can you please tell me what my name is? I've forgotten.' Cheese said, 'You're Nidelimit,' and I was like, 'Oh, that's right. Thank you,' and I cried a little bit.

It was 4:00 AM, and I needed some fresh air. We all went to the patio again. I rolled a hash joint and left it ready for 4:20. For some reason, when I sparked it, it tasted like a mapacho cigarette, but I felt the hash anyway. After a few tokes, while watching the plants they had, my vision started twisting slowly. I laid down again on the floor; the sky was clearer than before, and there were more stars visible. The little dots in the sky started to connect, forming a spiderweb-like pattern. I kept looking until the joint's effects faded away a little bit. I knew I was lying down, but I felt like I was levitating a few centimeters from the ground.

Jelly went to sleep again; she had to work that morning. Cheese and I stayed up, drawing again with the flashlight to not bother Jelly. Here, my sense of time was gone; I felt like I was there for days, but I didn't care and kept drawing.

I think it was around 6 in the morning when Jelly got up and left for work. We asked her how she was doing, and she said it was manageable and not many effects were left. Cheese and I tried to rest a little bit. We couldn't sleep, but we lay down on the bed silently. It was around 7, and I cried again. I cried because of my recent breakup; I realized I had put too much pressure on my partner. The thing ended up pretty bad, and I regretted how I acted. Cheese asked me why I was crying, and I told her. She comforted me; she's friends with my ex and told me, 'Yeah, it's sad how this happened. I'm sure your paths will cross again, if not as your partner, surely as your friend. Just give it some time, okay?' Then she hugged me.

We kept trying to sleep until 9. Cheese still had stuff to move from her old apartment, so I went to the bus stop to head back home. On my way there, I still felt subtle visuals; my shadow had a glowing border, and there were saturated colors like blue and yellow. When I arrived, I was feeling hungry and had to wait for an hour. I went to a cafe, ordered toast and orange juice, and looked at the floor. The tiles were black with white lines that looked like roots; they were drifting a little bit, but it wasn't obnoxious.

I took my time there, enjoying the toast and juice. I went to the bathroom to splash some water and tie my hair. I paid and then headed back to the bus stop. The bus finally arrived; I took it, went home, took a shower, and started writing this.

This was by far my wildest San Pedro experience. There are minor details that I don't remember, but the most significant parts are here. I hope you've enjoyed reading my report as much as I've enjoyed the trip. Peace :)

Exp Year: 2023	ExpID: 117478
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Aug 12, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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