More fun with exotic tryptamines

Exploration of different routes of administrating rare tryptamines

Substances: 5-MeO-DIPT, DPT, GHB

This report covers my last 4 experiments. I have compounded them here for brevity out of sheer laziness.

Last wednesday I was presented with the opportunity to smoke DPT freebase. I am fairly experienced with the HCl salt of this ally, having taken it in a variety of ways, and had been interested in the smoking route since I had read about it several years prior. The material came on a substrate of parsley. I meditated for about 10 minutes to smoking the material, during which time I had some intense open eye visuals. I knew that if I was hallucinating this hard BEFORE taking the material, I was surely in for a treat. At this point in time I did not own a balance, so I visually measured out what I estimated to be sufficient material into the bowl of a stone pipe, basing my estimate on what several friends had told me. (Everything you've ever heard about tryptamines smelling like mothballs is entirely true!) I leaned against a wall, sitting on the floor, and prepared for the unknown.

Several associates had advised me to smoke the material as slowly and easily as I could- huffing it down dimitri-style would likely result in a serious whomping. I said a short prayer and commenced smoking. The taste was unpleasant but not unbearable- effects were felt almost immediately. By the time the fifth and final hit was toked, the room I was in had begun warping and melting all around me. My visual field was overwhelmed with brilliance. I found the initial rush to be not unlike the onset of a 5-MeO-DMT excursion in terms of intensity.

I fell over on my side, sweating and shivering. The room was no longer a room but a spinning collage of disembodied colors, fragmented objects, and flowing geometric patterns. Some part of me knew that vomit was eminant. Somehow I managed to navigate my way to the bathroom. I purged into the bending, twisting toilet and spent the remainder of the intense part of the trip in the bathroom. I often vomit on tryptamines, even acid- I seem to be particularly sensitive to them in this regard.

After 15 minutes I was fairly back together, still very tryppy but at least able to navigate myself in a close-to-normal fashion. My sweat smelled like mothballs! I went out to hug my wife and attempted to describe the experience to her- she confirmed that my sweat did indeed smell like mothballs. Suspecting that I may have overshot the dosage, the next day I went out and bought a balance :-)

Thursday after work I decided that it was a good time to test drive another exotic tryptamine. 5-MeO-DIPT had finally graced me with its presence, and I was eager to try it after hearing many positive reports. I measured out 6mg on my new balance and put it in juice- a bad idea. I drank the juice, only to discover that the material had sank to the bottom of the cup. Frustrated, I poured some soda into the cup hoping the bubbles would help lift the material. I drank it fast, this time I actually got the material into me.I hopped in the shower. Almost immediately I began to feel a pronounced warm fuzziness, not entirely unlike the way that oral DPT comes on. By +10 minutes the feeling of the warm water hitting me had reached ecstatic levels. I couldn't believe how good I felt. It felt amazing to move, breathe, stretch, simply Be. The only downside I could note was a mild stomach cramp- although I'm not sure if this can be directly attributed to the drug. I got out of the shower and into some comfy clothes. I wrapped myself in a blanket and rolled around on my bed for a while in a state of sheer bliss. About 4 hours later I found myself mostly down and decided to give the smoked DPT another go. Instead of measuring out a dose, i just smoked what was left in my pipe from the previous day's experiment. There was sufficient material left, and after 3 hits I found myself propelled into a kinder, gentler version of the space I had visited the day before. This was certainly a more manageable dose, and the foxy methoxy had flavored the trip in a lovely way. This time there was no nausea- a very rewarding experience!

Saturday night I found myself measuring out another dose of 5-MeO-DIPT, this time turning it up a notch to the 10mg level. I put the material in a vegicap and around 10:00 PM it went down the hatch. I found myself stangely drawn to the shower again. By the time I got out I was in a very nice place. After I got out I cuddled with my wife for a bit. This is an amazing cuddle drug! My wife eventually went to sleep and at about 1 AM I decided to go for a walk. There had been a beer festival that day (I live very near downtown where the festivities were held) and the streets and sidewalks were flooded with drunk people. I was highly amused. Evenutally I found myself at some friends' house, who I knew would be up at this hour. I arrived to find my friends signifigantly drunk from alcohol as well, and hung out for about two hours talking about just about anything. I felt very connected to my friends in this state and had a great time chilling with them- this substance certainly has some empathogenic qualities. By 4:00 AM I was home again, pretty much down, and took some GHB to sedate myself. No nausea was noted this time around- pretty much the only side effect I can take note of was some odd dark stool the next morning.

Sunday night at around 8:00 I decided to give the foxy yet another go, this time exploring the insufflated route. 8mg was measured, crushed, and snuffed in 4 tiny microbumps. Although the amount of material was quite small, I found the burn to be quite signifigant. The drip was quite possibly the worst I have ever tasted. These side effects were unpleasant but brief. I began feeling the effects almost immediately. By +15 minutes it had built to quite profound levels. I commenced in more cuddling activity, and then got a bath. After the bath I found myself in one of the most relaxed and blissful states I can ever remember being in. Still signifigantly off baseline, I fell asleep (!). I awoke two hours later feeling pretty much baseline, and well rested. This route offers the advantage of being slightly shorter than when taken orally, with the disadvantage of nasal burn and yucky taste. I don't think I will explore this route any further- oral seems to be where it's at for me.

Well that was quite the binge, wasn't it? This psychonaut is going to take it easy for a while.

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May bliss find you!