Haunting alien harmony

100 mg freebase

Substances: DPT

Last night I decided to take DPT higher than I had before. Last time, I freebased 50 mg and did not break through into a vision state. I was relatively coherent the whole time, although I was definately tripping very hard for about a half an hour. This time I loaded 100 mg of dipropyltryptamine freebase into my base pipe (which, incidentally, has only ever been used for tryptamines). I melted this early in the evening into a pool and let it resolidify (this was more to test out my new butane torch than anything else.) To describe the set and setting... First the set. Earlier in the evening, I had been feeling tired and irritable for no particular reason. I was invited by a friend of mine over to her house to read to her and basically hang out together (at one point I would have called her my girlfriend, but our relationship is at times ambiguous now...) So I walked over to her house, even though I felt tired and cranky and didnt feel like walking the mile and a half or so to her house. While there, we had what I shall call a miscommunication, and I left rather upset. I walked back home again. After I got home, I returned the message she had left on my machine and we worked things out, although we were both still rather upset when we hung up. At this point, though I had already melted the DPT, now I was unsure whether or not I actually wanted to smoke it. I had planned to earlier, but now I was unsure. I wasnt seriously upset, I didnt think, but my tiredness and irritation made me think twice. Then I decided to smoke it. I tidied up my room a bit to prepare for school the next morning, and set my alarm (class started in 9 hours... and I still had homework to finish.) I took off my clothing and put the pipe and lighter on my nightstand. I turned off my lights and turned on the christmas lights in my room. These need some explanation, as they contributed much to the setting. They are the sort where only one color is lit at a time, and they slowly fade into the next color, one bulb gradually dimming while the next gets brighter. The result is my room is at first lit with orange radiance, which fades slowly to an electric blue, and again into red, then to dark, then orange again and etc... And they change fade speed. A whole cycle takes anywhere from 5 seconds to perhaps 45. In all, even with eyes closed, this creates a gradual shimmer of changing color. So I get on my bed, and pulled up the covers (my room gets cold at night). I picked the pipe and lighter up from my nightstand and began to apply flame to the bowl. As soon as I saw vapor, I put my lips to the stem and began to inhale. Too fast, I guess. I was getting dense vapor, but I ran out of lung long before I ran out of material. I exhaled a scary amount of vapor, about the size of the smoke cloud from a large bongrip. I was feeling it already. I took another hit, but again went too fast and had to exhale before finishing the bowl. This cloud was smaller, but still pretty big and scary, all things considered. Now my mistake was realized. In inhaling too fast, I forced myself to take multiple hits, and the extra time involved meant that now I was fading too fast to take another hit, for fear of losing reality and burning myself with the hot lighter or pipe. I set the pipe back on my nightstand with badly shaking hands. This was a good choice, I later realized, because at that point I closed my eyes and was gone instantly. Where, exactly, I cannot say. I could not feel my body. I could see, (my eyes werent open), but the images were not coherent in the slightest. What I saw was a brilliant, fantastically colored pattern, pulsing and evolving before me at a tremendous rate. If there was something else during these first moments (and I feel that there was) I do not remember it. My mind felt shattered, and all ability to form a thought of any kind was gone. I have no idea how long this phase lasted for, as my sense of time was completely gone as well. Eventually I came down enough to form a thought verbally, which was something along the lines of 'I cannot believe the human mind is capable of experiencing this.' I opened my eyes, for once again I was aware that I had eyes. This was a bad choice. The room was moving WAY to fast. I closed my eyes again immediately. I realized I could hear something, some sort of haunting alien harmony. There was extrememly deep bass underlaid on extremely high treble, and everything in between. There were so many components to it that I could not focus my mind on all of it at once, and they changed at different rates. The sound, like the visuals on my eyelids, evolved and changed very rapidly. It seemed to correspond with the visual effect. I felt like I had tapped into (Im loathe to use such a cliche, but...) some sort of mystical energy field. I could feel my body clearly now, and it felt like it was vibrating to the frequency of this bizarre harmony. It was like my consciousness was a taut chord that was struck by the inhalation of this chemical, and now both my mind and body sang with the frequency inherent to my chord. After a time this conviction faded. I could still hear and see this 'field' but the sense of vibration had gone away. I was having some difficulty breathing, which felt much like an asthma attack (but cleared after I came down) as can probably be expected after inhaling such a large amount of vaporized chemical. I had the urge to curl up into a fetal ball, and did so, only to discover the uncomfort inherent in such a position. I rolled back onto my back. I was coming down pretty fast now. I glanced at the clock. 12:50. I think I smoked at 12:10, but I am in no way sure. I felt the need to urinate, so I got out of bed and went to the restroom. My reflection in the mirror was haggard. Returning to my room, I found it completely hotboxed (much more so than would have been the case from a half stick of incense which I had burned earlier to kill the terrible smell of DPT). I opened a window, and laid on my bed thinking incredibly rapidly for perhaps another hour. Most of my thoughts converged to my afformentioned friend. I very much desired her presence. I saw how much of the problems in our relationship are solely my creation, although I did not see a reason for my creation of these problems. I couldnt get much insight though, because my perception kept rotating to different angles, and I could not figure out what I really thought... Eventually I performed the trick I have learned from trying to sleep while coming down from LSD, turning off my mind and just letting my consciousness fall away into the comforting sea of sleep.

Later I would find that I only smoked maybe 60% of the DPT.

I awakened the next morning feeling great. I got up, finished my homework during breakfast, showered, and left for school with a jar half full of water. I decided to walk, rather than ride my bike, as it was such a beautiful morning. It was warm and sunny (quite a rarity in berkeley in february.) There were flowers everywhere. I picked a large colorful array and put them in my jar. I left this jar and a note saying 'smile!' in front of the door of the same friend mentioned earlier, and proceeded to class.

Would I do it again? Certainly. This compound is much less traumatic than 5-meo-dmt, although perhaps equally powerful (not gram for gram, just in general.) Its hard to smoke enough to really break through though. I think I still failed with 100 mg, as I couldnt get it all before I was too fucked up to smoke anymore. I didnt have a vision state like the ones ive read about, just loss of bodily sensation and much ego fracturing. Much less scary than 5-meo-dmt (i have yet to try n,n-dmt so i cant compare) but there is also less of a sense of rebirth afterwards. Id like to try a high oral dose. Sometime maybe. Ill get my chance, Im sur