DOSE:	1 hit		LSD	(blotter / tab)
	100 mg	insufflated	DPT	(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

240 lb

This a trip report about my first breakthrough level experience. This was my GF and mines first experience with DPT. We had a couple of years of experience with many drugs of most chemical classes before this; Opiates, Stimulants, Empathogens, Entactogens, Dissasociatives, Deleriants and a couple of experiences with Depressive-Hypnotics, Benzos and Alcohol. The closest experience I had had to this at this time was with ¾ of an eight of mushrooms. This was both of our first experience with a powerful pure tryptamine. We had received the drug through the mail some months prior and had been sitting on it, just waiting.

We were already on acid (me and my GF) and I had been noodling around with the idea in my head, just wondering when I should do this and we came in from dicking around outside and I just kind of knew/decided that it was time. We got the powder out prepped two lines and snorted it. I believe we only did 100 mgs each. It came on a little slowly I thought. A couple of minutes had gone by and we were only getting vague tryptamine alerts. Little symbols started appearing on everything. Increase in euphoria. Nothing much. So we go back outside. A little more time goes by and as we start to turn to go back inside and it begins to hit us really hard. The whole time we were outside I just kept getting more and more uncomfortable. As I was walking inside my vision was strobing. I was robo-walking towards the door. It was as though my visual perception became a slide show rather than a movie. One slightly off picture after the next. With small eye blink like periods of blackness in between. Our friends helped escort us to our room. And they left us there in the dark. This was a good thing as shit got crazy. About here is where I lose track of the progression of events. All the things I am about to describe happened but for the life of me I could not tell you in exactly what order. I'll do my best to try and put them in the correct order for you.

At that point we sort of started to flow/merge/liquefy/crystalize/conjoin with each other and objects in the room. These hallucinations where quasi-physical to the best of my recollection. Sometimes it felt completely real other times it was just extremely confusing and I was too disoriented to notice that my flesh had become like clay and parts of my physical body had merged with the bed we were laying on. A lot of really fucking weird stuff happened that I have difficulty remembering or describing. I think this is probably where I died. Or I almost did. There was a tunneling of vision and I felt like I was dying. I was panicking and I was becoming progressively weaker. There seemed to be paramedics and I could feel how absolutely terrified I was and I knew that my life was fading from me. They came over and tried to examine me, got up, and when they thought they were out of ear shot said 'There's nothing we can do for this one.' And started to walk away. At this point me/this other person began to become fully emerged in the death state. It was really happening. I/We/He was/were dying. We/I were/was totally freaking out.

I don't know what would have happened if my GF hadn't been there. She had eaten some of her dose and thus was not as far gone as myself. She told me later that it was like I was staring off into that distance with a look of deep panic/pain/disorientation/horror on my face. The lights where on but nobody was home. My eyes where distant and the life/light that was behind them was far away. Yet my face and overall facial expression terrified her as I guess it looked like my world was ending, which I guess it kind of was.

Now DPT is known for this sort of thing. Users often describe feeling as though they have lived a thousand lives. It definitely has elements similar to that. Eventually I came back (she may have snapped me out of it IDK) there is this really confusing period in my memory on my way back to consciousness. I stretched out. It was like my body was a Stretch Armstrong or I was Mister Fantastic and I had to be pulled through this entire maze of existence as I was projected on/towards/into it. This was the mirror on my wall on my way back to myself. After infinity of stretching and being confronted by Marijuana Marketing iconography I find myself being confronted by different versions of my lover trying to pull me out of the abyss. There is a strong impression of the purest lightest blue. Of our soul stuff intertwining and dancing through the emptiness of existence, a future version her/of a potential version of the best possible her/all of the hers possible superimposed over a chess piece (I'm not sure which one. I think either a Queen or a Knight or perhaps both). And just her holding me. Caressing me. Reassuring me. Gently yet with infinite strength. 'You are going to be ok.' She says. 'It's all right.' She says. She and this are beautiful beyond description. Somehow the TV had been left on during the early part of this and she had turned it off by this point. Whenever it was on though it had initiated the strangest phase. I was propelled into the television and became the whole news crew and I was reporting the news. Then I got forced back out and I was a projectile being vomited/forced from her to my body through our mouths over and over again. I saw myself through her eyes. Literally.

At some point during one of the crystalizing phases there was what I can only describe as 'The Sex/Flesh pit'. That's not quite right but it is the best that I can do with language. It was like all the raw energy of sex/sexual frustration was on the cogs of existence and we were being merged with it/on it/near/in it/ Neither of us was horny in the least however. We looked at each other (this might have happened later) and asked each other 'Was that you?' That was neither of our psyches or visions. In this cog/pit there was a tooth/tusk/protrusion at some point as it turned that was very odd and noteworthy. I can't say that I remember anything else signifigant. It significantly potentiated the Acid at least time wise. (We had taken our doses of DPT in approximately the middle of our acid experiences.) We came down and couldn’t sleep for like 15 hours but we agreed that at least we were just on acid now. I've read some other trip reports that agree that whatever drugs you may be on before the DPT goes into you; the DPT totally kicks their ass and takes over. It was one of the most numinous experiences of my life. I would not take it back for anything. It's what cemented me and my GF as a couple. One of the few cases of shared delusions I've been lucky enough to experience.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 99805
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Dec 29, 2015	Views: 4,699
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