I'm kind of doing this for my own gratification, but I figured I'd share all of this with you guys anyway. Last night was full of so much wonder and terror. I get anxious just thinking about the insane shit that happened. I'm extremely scattered and am in a mood for ranting, so this wont be a short post. I'll be referring to my friends by their initials:
F, my fellow DPH tripper and
A, my friend whose house we were travelling to.
It all started out on Friday, when we were all hanging out at A's house. I brought up robotripping and how badly I wanted to shoot for 4th plat again, and continued on to say that I shouldn't robotrip so regularly for the sake of sanity. F suggested that we munch on some sleeping gels (DPH), as we had done on many bored nights in the past. I told him that I hate DPH, only to realize I had never dosed beyond 700mg and experienced a total change of heart: "fuck yeah," I said, "I would love to join the 700 Club."
Fast forward to Saturday night, where we meet up near my place to go and score some sleepy gels. We walk for almost 45 minutes to get to the first pharmacy and pick up our first packet. We continue another 20 minutes in the same direction to get to another pharmacy and pick up another two packets. We then had 1500mg of DPH in our posession. We checked the bus and train timetables only to find out that nothing was actually running, so we said 'fuck it' and dosed our 750mg at least a two hour walk away from A's, where we had intended to stay the night. My phone died at this point.
Barely 30 minutes into the trip and I start acting tremendously fucked up. My torso was leaning backwards as I walked, my eyes were pried open and I had already begun to have extremely slurred speech and minor visual distortions. These distortions ramped up very quickly, and within another 15 minutes there were shimmering textures outlining everything and small 'fish eye lenses' swooping across my vision. I began to hear classical music and started frantically pestering F as to whether or not he was hearing it, to which he responded with a laugh and told me that I was "royally fucked up already."
We continued our walking and we began to trip harder and harder, and the voices in my head got creepier and creepier. By the time we got to the halfway point where we had to cross a large highway, I was stumbling and could barely discern hallucinations from reality. I mumbled to F that I wasn't confident in crossing the highway due to the unhallucinating phenomena (whereby you don't see cars that are real), and suggested that we take a far longer route through a park. With a sigh, F agreed and we made our way through the pitch-black forest.
We had hit the 90 minute mark, and I remember commenting on how I didn't actually feel all too delirious. In retrospect, I had never been more wrong in my entire life. I continued to be significantly more fucked up than F at this point, often veering far off course to catch up to hallucinations of random people. These people would hold out bongs and water bottles for me, and when I went to grab them I would miss the object completely, awkwardly laughing and commenting on how "the drugs I am on fuck with my depth perception" to play it cool. After swiping at the air for at least 30 seconds laughing and apologizing to myself, the hallucination would completely disappear and I'd groan and throw a mini tantrum for being so foolish. On some occasions, I would notice the fact that my hallucinated friends weren't actually responding to me and I would straight-up ask them, "Are you real?" I have a really spooky memory of a blank-faced hallucination shaking his head as he slowly became more and more transparent before disappearing completely. It was somewhere at this point where I lost F.
I don't know how it happened, but we had managed to get separated despite being less than 5~20 meters apart at almost all times. I suspect it was when I started wandering through a clearing towards a hallucinated water fountain, because I don't remember announcing to F that I was going to get a drink. After realizing there was no water fountain, I began to play on a playground with what I thought was F and two others and had a surprising amount of fun.
After about 5 minutes, however, I realized that I was the only one talking and turned to face F. I felt anxiety and fear brewing deep within me and started shaking all over. F looked at me while shaking his head, frowning as he faded away. I vaguely remember that I curled up on the ground and began to start crying. I was almost completely lost in a dark bushland (complete with bikeway which was notorious for its high-frequency of rape (not even kidding)), with a flat phone, no way of contacting anyone and with no way of discerning delirium from reality. Eventually, I wandered back on the path and began walking in what I thought was the right direction.
Pretty soon however, I noticed that I was on F's grandparent's street and began to stumble down the road. I saw F up ahead, and began shuffling as fast as I could to catch up to him. He walked behind a car and never emerged from it, and by the time I caught up to the car I realized that he was just another hallucination. Vaguely remembering F mentioning about how he wanted to crash at his grandparent's, I make my way into what I thought was their driveway. The house looked extremely similar to F's grandparents' place, but I had a tiny suspicion that I was actually wandering around someone else's property. I couldn't see anything because it was so dark, and I was constantly knocking shit over and bumping into things, wondering why their house layout had changed so much. I circled around the back to see if F's light was on, and it was. So, I hoisted myself up on top of an a/c unit and peered into the window and was surprised at how different his room was. Remembering the side door where we normally enter and exit from, I wandered around in the darkness looking for where the light switch should have been. Surely enough, after I had tried to enter through the back and side door, I finally came to the conclusion that it was [i]not[/i] F's grandparent's house. I freaked the fuck out in the darkness and kicked something that fell and crashed with an extremely startling bang. I ran back back onto the street, and all I could hear was someone yelling, "Hey! Get back here!" I ran back into the bushland, constantly checking over my shoulder. I began to grow increasingly paranoid and huddled underneath a platform in the playground where I was playing before.
The cycle of being led into dangerous situations by my delirious mind continued for an hour or two as I wandered around the playground clearing, before I finally sobered up a little bit and managed to orientate myself in the general direction of my home. I had no idea where F was in reality, but I continued to see him fucking everywhere. Several people continued to appear out of nowhere and approach me, and at this point I had managed to stay strong enough to completely ignore my surroundings. I just wanted to get home and to sleep.
F apparently made it to A's just fine, and he kept walking because he hallucinated that I was behind him the whole time. I'm meeting up with him today, and we're going to try and piece this insane puzzle together.
tl;dr tripped 750mg, got lost and tried to break into a house
[QUOTE=Loch;41705462]tl;dr tripped 750mg, got lost and tried to break into a house[/QUOTE]
This is why we always take drugs at A's house, that dude is the man...
Seriously though, taking DPH and walking home for 2 hours.... Are you nuts?
[QUOTE=Loch;41705462]tl;dr tripped 750mg, got lost and tried to break into a house[/QUOTE]
That was an incredible read, felt like I was reading a really awesome horror short story when you talked about how you were in the pitch black forest and you lost your friend and kept seeing things - hope you don't mind that I really enjoyed your story, must certainly have been a horrible experience for you.
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[QUOTE=Loch;41705462]tl;dr tripped 750mg, got lost and tried to break into a house[/QUOTE]
Now that was a great read; knew it as soon as I reached "two hour walk". I imagine it's pretty difficult to walk around normally with those steel balls of yours.
[QUOTE=lkymky;41707609]This is why we always take drugs at A's house, that dude is the man...
Seriously though, taking DPH and walking home for 2 hours.... Are you nuts?[/QUOTE]
I've tripped on 500mg in public during daylight hours, I just wasn't expecting the 700-Club to be so insane. I think I've learned my lesson, though.
[QUOTE=oxcjae.;41715931]Now that was a great read; knew it as soon as I reached "two hour walk". I imagine it's pretty difficult to walk around normally with those steel balls of yours.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=MrJazzy;41708560]That was an incredible read, felt like I was reading a really awesome horror short story when you talked about how you were in the pitch black forest and you lost your friend and kept seeing things - hope you don't mind that I really enjoyed your story, must certainly have been a horrible experience for you.[/QUOTE]
Hahaha I am so glad to hear that people enjoyed it. It seemed like a pretty typical 700+ experience, but the fact that I was in public and tried to enter a stranger's house made me feel like it was worth posting.
Apparently F actually took almost 7 hours to make it to A's. He had also spent a few hours stumbling around in a park a few hundred meters away from me, but instead of sobering up and finding his own way home, he managed to catch a morning train to the opposite side of the city. He took another train back towards A's, missed the stop by a single station and continued walking from there. He arrived at A's at 8.00am missing his phone, wallet and weed and had literally no idea where I went. Apparently, he too had tried to enter cars and houses, hallucinating that I was inside and beckoning him in.
I remember crashing in my own bed at around 3.00am, so F had a far crazier night than I!
I think if you trip with other people and have no sitter and travel you should handcuff your wrists together, or tie a rope around your waists to prevent the whole "I hallucinated you were with me but you really weren't" thing.
I've always wanted to try this deliriant monster but thankfully my allergy to DPH removes the temptation.
Guess I'll just have to eat some datura.
At least go for scopolamine.
[QUOTE=Mac2468;41736895]At least go for scopolamine.[/QUOTE]
I see myself trying it one day, for now deliriant drugs just scare me too much.
You should try bz
[QUOTE=Stormcharger;41740736]You should try bz[/QUOTE]
Yeah I read about that while studying MKULTRA documents. I'll pass but thanks
I think I'll watch Jacob's Ladder again.
[QUOTE=SgtCr4zyGunz;41727603]I think if you trip with other people and have no sitter and travel you should handcuff your wrists together, or tie a rope around your waists to prevent the whole "I hallucinated you were with me but you really weren't" thing.[/QUOTE]
But what if you hallucinate the ropes?
I've tried DPH twice, first was ~600 mg and second was ~750. It's awful, but interesting. The cotton mouth is utter hell, though, holy shit. Everything tastes horrible.
Might take some tonight.
[QUOTE=lkymky;41744958]But what if you hallucinate the ropes?[/QUOTE]
even if you hallucinate the rope it's still going to be physically there. just make a good tight knot and i guarantee it won't loosen on its own or be easily undone while in a delirious state.
[QUOTE=TheFishyG;41765499]I've tried DPH twice, first was ~600 mg and second was ~750. It's awful, but interesting. The cotton mouth is utter hell, though, holy shit. Everything tastes horrible.
Might take some tonight.[/QUOTE]
I love that classic DPH rationalization: "It's awful, I might take some tonight."
You and me both, mate.
My GF took 875mg and went into a full blown seizure for about 20 minutes. I think I'm done with DPH :pwn:
nice job on letting a loved one take one of the worst drugs to ever exist
[QUOTE=Mac2468;41815697]nice job on letting a loved one take one of the worst drugs to ever exist[/QUOTE]
Trust me I'm letting her know how retarded it was, she realizes now especially since she is still having some hallucinations and shitty feelings and this happened a few days ago :/
[QUOTE=Mac2468;41815697]nice job on letting a loved one take one of the worst drugs to ever exist[/QUOTE]
you told me to take it
i am so hurt
[QUOTE=Ben Katz;41816653]you told me to take it
i am so hurt[/QUOTE]
I never told her to take DPH I said I took 28 of the pills (25mg each 25*28=700) and had a crazy fucking dream/trip. So she took 25 (ocd with numbers 5,0 etc) then nothing happened after an hour took 5 more an hour later then decided a minute after that.. fuck it 10 :/
apparently she had a few seazures while I was out, I have a really trippy screensaver we're not sure if that might have been what caused it but she woke up tripping like hell and went to the computer and starting spazzing.
[QUOTE=Ben Katz;41816653]you told me to take it
i am so hurt[/QUOTE]
tough love, man the fuck up.
[editline]13th August 2013[/editline]
<3 u bby
[QUOTE=Mac2468;41822933]tough love, man the fuck up.
[editline]13th August 2013[/editline]
<3 u bby[/QUOTE]
You're obviously trying to troll here.
And I do find it hurtful, please stop.
cant a dude send some love to his nigga ben katz?
[editline]13th August 2013[/editline]
seriously though, those posts werent even directed at you, dont know why youre getting your feelings hurt
[QUOTE=Mac2468;41822989]cant a dude send some love to his nigga ben katz?
[editline]13th August 2013[/editline]
seriously though, those posts werent even directed at you, dont know why youre getting your feelings hurt[/QUOTE]
W/e dude its cool, take a hit [URL="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdnaqbW4al1qcng38o1_500.jpg"]:joint:[/URL]
*puff puff*
nah man its all in the brackets these days
[puff puff]
-puff puff-
~puff puff~
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