Weirdness..

An odd night

Substances: DPT, GHB, Hashish, Marijuana

Well, last night was a strange one...

Around 9:30pm, I'm sitting at home watching TV while I wait for some people to come over for a planned trip. I start to hear this strange bell type sound and wonder what it is, then I hear a lady outside screaming "Call 911! Somebody call 911!" so I look outside and notice that the other wing of my apartment building has turned into an inferno. Realizing that this is a gas building, I decide it would probably be wise to grab a jacket, hide anything that shouldnt be sitting out, and get outside. As I walk outside, about 20 fire trucks and other assorted emergency vehicles pull up and start working on the fire. Standing there watching the building burn, I started talking to this attractive girl standing next to me. After 10 minutes or so, we decide to walk up to 7-11 and get some coffee. So we go, and stand in 7-11 for a half hour or so drinking coffee and talking inside where it was warm. Turns out she works for the same company as I do. Anyway, we eventually go back to the building and soon enough the fire department says everyone (well except for some apartments where the fire damage was) could go back to their apartments. I say bye to my new friend, and go call all my friends and tell them about the strange event that just happened.

Around 10:30, 3 of my friends show up. Shortly thereafter, one of them takes a pill of MDE (double-stacked Mitsubishi) and the other one takes a hit of blotter LSD. At about midnight or a little after, a 4th friend shows up and she takes a hit of microdot LSD. At around 1am, the friend who'd taken nothing yet snorted about 60mg of DPT. He was tripping within about 15 minutes, and peaked for about an hour. During this hour, he reported effects which I'm beginning to find common with DPT - difficulty in talking to others (mostly due to feeling that what he was saying was incoherent - in fact he was making perfect sense), intense introspection, a feeling of acceptance of himself and everything else, and visuals which can best be described as "vibrating", and a paradoxical state where he felt "jacked" yet just wanted to curl up in the chair. After an hour or so, he came back to us and started talking alot, being very philosphical, saying he now understood the real reason for taking drugs. Around the same time, my friend who had taken the MDE took a hit of blotter LSD, as the MDE was mostly worn off. This whole time we had been waiting for another friend who was at a club. We'd been expecting her around 2, but she called and told us she was running late. I was planning to take some DPT as well, but opted to wait for her. Around 3:15am I changed my mind partially. I decided that rather than taking my full dose at once, I would start by taking small quantities every now and then. I began by taking a "bump" (maybe 10mg) at 3:15, then one again at 3:30, and at 3:45 I took a small line of about 20mg. Our friend finally got here at 4am, and she snorted 50mg of DPT. She had done no psychedelics in about a year (other than MDMA/MDE and one really low dose mushroom experience) and was originally planning to take LSD, but opted for DPT due to the time. She did hers, then I finished the last 10mg or so of mine, and offered a round of 10mg bumps to everyone - the 3 people on LSD accepted (and said it was very noticable, giving the "vibrating" visual quality to the trip and altering the general feel somewhat). For me, the spaced out dosing made the DPT hit in a much milder way, and the trip never reached the intensity of my prior DPT experiences. It was nice, especially in a social setting, but I think I will stick with doing it all at once. The girl who did it went into the bathroom about 10 minutes later and vomited pretty harshly. When she came back out she was fine though, and tripping hard. She reported the usual vibrating visuals, etc. She immediately layed down and curled up on the bed saying it felt really comfortable, and closed her eyes. She barely spoke for the next hour or so. When it began to level off, she remained curled up on the bed under a big fuzzy poncho, but began to talk more. At one point 2 people went to 7-11, leaving me with her and one of the guys who'd taken LSD. They both started talking to me about various problems they were seeing with themselves, and I did my best to give them useful advice. Hopefully, it did some good. DPT, at least in my limited experience, is very therapeutic and introspective, and LSD can also be though to a much lesser extent. I asked the girl what she thought of DPT and she said she liked it (except for the way it burns when being snorted - which she said would prevent her from ever doing it again). The guy who took DPT was also very impressed, but again, was put off by the noseburn. The overall "vibe" in the room was very very good - very open, very friendly, very trippy. The LSD and DPT mindsets play nice with each other, and I think gave us a good social balance. We wound down the night with some pot and hashish (and I took a little GHB), and everyone left around 8am - after we all looked out the window at the burned out apartment in the other wing of the building.

The author forwarded me this sequel, saying that it really needed to be posted along with the original story...

Monday afternoon, I received a call from B, one of the people who did DPT with me on Saturday. She told me that our friend L died over the weekend. L was a young girl who had a pretty troubled life who we hadn't seen in a while because she'd distanced herself from us, and sort of lost herself in her own darkness. We'd been told she died in a car accident, but were somewhat unsure. Today, we found out that it was in fact a suicide. This is a tragic loss, but not directly the point of this story.

Its odd...both me and B, and our friend R (who had the MDMA+LSD experience that night) all have the strange feeling that L died on saturday night, despite the fact that we don't know when it happened exactly. There just seemed to be a strange disturbance in The Force that night. Witness my pre-trip events.

Anyway, since the DPT trip, I've noticed that I have been confronting many issues within myself that have been bothering me for a long time. This has intensified greatly since L's death. I've realized again that life is a fragile and beatiful thing, and that it is much to short to walk around wearing blinders fashioned of petty doubts and fears. There is too much beauty in this improbable world to spend time focusing on the gloomy things. Things which recently had clung to me like shadows have begun to dissipate like a dark fog being blown away like a breeze to reveal a clear blue sky. My friend B seems to be going through alot of the same sort of thing, and we have been talking alot about things that should have been talked about.

Its hard for me to judge how much of this is due to the DPT. I definately feel that my experience with the DPT opened my heart, at least a little. But at the same time, I know that alot more of it has to do with L's passing. R, who took only about 10mg of DPT at the tail end of his MDMA/LSD experience, but who knew L very well, also seems to be undergoing the same sort of experience as B and I. C, who took the first DPT dose of the night - haven't seen him enough since then to know if he's had the same sort of cleansing experience...same for the other two people, who had LSD. All that I can say is that I have been undergoing an intense cleansing and awakening experience in the past few days. While I have been sad about L's death, at the same time I feel like I have been reborn. Cleaned out the ol' mental pipes. I feel a great sense of acceptance of myself, and a realization that many things I had seen as huge problems are in fact just trivial hurdles along the path of life, to be enjoyed as challenges and not dreaded as "problems."

How much of this is because of DPT? How much of it is because L's death was a slap in the face? I can't say. I feel that the DPT has given me the sense of acceptance, and that it somehow helped to prepare me to accept L's death more easily, and to accept myself. And I feel that L's death was a slap in the face, a reminder of life's fragility and the importance of living in the now. And the fire I witnessed... it turns out a woman and two children lived in the burned out apartment (they were not home at the time). They have lost everything they owned. These 3 things, the fire, L, and the DPT trip, have all combined to give me a powerful spiritual enema. One which was badly, badly needed.

Make of this what you will. There is a lesson in here, somewhere.