DPT vs Iraq Uhhh. WOAH............. uhhh... 100mg right nostril... wow... omg... I don't think that I can truthfully explain how this trip felt. 'Intense' or 'bad trip' are gross understatements of what someone might call that happened to me. Now, keep in mind, I have been very close to death a few times for real e.g. Rockets striking within the kill radius of me, IEDs, Small arms fire. That is most definitely a scary situation. Most of the people in the army think that it would be cool to be in combat, until they actually get near it. Then you see the biggest toughest coldest doods turn into shit instantaneously. It is (now) the second worst feeling I have experienced. What DPT did to me was take me to a totally new level. I think that if I had not had these previous situations happen, my brain could not muster up such foul soulless horror. BUT because I have, it came all to naturally for me when I did that brown line of life changing horror. Did I talk to god? No... An angel? No... Just myself. Was it me? yes, it was me. Now, the reason I put the title of this thread as DPT vs Iraq is because I had a feeling that something bad might happen. War environment isn't the best setting ever. (keep in mind that although its dangerous, its not OIF 1). I am pretty experienced with ALL types of drugs. I figured that it would not be that bad and I could talk myself out if it did happen. Boy was I wrong... I snorted ~100mg that didn't kick in until about 10 minutes later. At first it was like yeeeaahhh, a trip! This is going to be fun, look at the minor visuals! Then it started to get stronger fairly quick. I was just staring at the ceiling amazed from the visuals. It was sooo pretty. I was like, I am good. Nothing is bad about this. Then I started to have a weird body high. I felt my neck for some odd reason and I thought that it was bigger. I was like wth is that about? Swollen neck? That means allergic reaction, right? Ok ok, I am just freaking out, chill. I start to chill out looking at the visuals, then my heart starts to race a little. This is the heart thing they were telling me about. My resting heart rate all day today was 88bpm (anxiety from surroundings?). So, I started to think about how since my heart rate was already high, that could be a bad thing. NVM Don't think about that... I smile at myself for having so many negative thoughts so fast and start laughing. Hahaha! You dumbshit! This is how bad trips start happening. Think about something happy. BAM!!! WTF I can't think about anything! My marriage is falling apart because we see eachother 28% of the time for the last 3.25 years, I am sitting in a god damn war zone, I am depressed as a mother fucker because my whole life is this damn computer right now, etc. ... Lame... Back to bad thoughts! What if a rocket hits my neighbors chu and I have to run? ewww. WTF my nose feels swollen, so does my neck still I think its hard to breath? Doesn't sound like it, but feels like it. My heart is pounding and I am all alone inside of a container! What if my scale was wrong? (btw, I ordered 500mg and got right under 250mg... That contributed to me thinking that the scale was fucked, and I had actually done 300+). Would that be a bad thing? How much did prone do? 300mg right? That was the most I could have done, isn't it? Then the visuals started to pound with my heart and I felt pretty tired. Almost like I wanted to pass out. Then I was like, SHIT! I'm having an allergic reaction! Man... I was tripping HARD. I got on the bed and started to have tunnel vision and I thought that if I went to bed I might die. I knew this was a bad trip. I kept telling myself, "Its a bad trip, sleep it off". I could not get the fact that I WAS dying out of my head. I kept saying that it was just a bad trip, but then right after that everything came back. I tried thinks happy shit, that didn't work. I DID think I was fine, but wtf! I AM DYING. I am not almost getting hit by a rocket, I AM FUCKING DYING! Then I thought about going outside and letting someone know.1 Then I thought I would rather die than go through the punishment for what I had done , so I laid back down. Finally after about an hour and a half it started to drop off SUPER abruptly. I all of the sudden realized it was over! OMG!!! HOLY SHIT! I almost wanted to cry because I was still alive. This is NOT a chemical to take lightly. Prepare for it ahead of time. Don't take on a 2.5 hour break (like I did. Now I have to finish a 24 hour shift). Plan it out, do the usual for set, setting and EVERYTHING else. I would only recommend this to experienced psychonaughts! I am one, and it still kicked my ass. I guess this just shows you how important setting can be. Don't think you can change how you truly feel about the setting! Lesson learned. For a while after there I swore that I would never do a psych again, but then I realized that I just had to learn from this. I can't help but want to not use RCs anymore though. I don't think I am going to very much. The popular drugs are popular for a reason, they are fun. DPT is not fun, to me. Sorry to disappoint mr. writer and pr0ne. I tried the best I could where I am at and learned a super important lesson, LOVE LIFE HOW IT IS ALREADY. It could always be worse. (and to think, I thought it couldn't get much worse then it was...) Second thing I learn was obviously take more care on set and setting. Needless to say, I am going to save the rest of the DPT for much later in my life... 1. I had extra duty once for 4 days. This was the most miserable days of my life. Thats 4 hours of off time and 20 hours of REAL WORK! Not fucking around, moving sandbags and doing pushups, scrubbing floors, etc.. Imagine trying to get some sleep, cleaning your room, doing laundry, taking a shower, and calling your wife who is just bitching, in a 4 hour time frame... That is just the extra duty part (max, which I wouldve gotten, is 45 days of this). The other part is they take away 50% of your pay for 2 months and don't allow you to go anywhere besides your room and work. EDIT This is a post from the night of me doing DPT. It was about 8 months ago. I am not longer in Iraq. I now think that DPT is just a very strong psych that should be explored if you think your an experienced tripper. Nothing can prepare you...
so you bought what was supposed to be 500 mg and got less than 250 mg? that sucks. and the part about taking 50% of your pay...was that punishment or something? DID you get caught?
DPT is one of my favorite drugs, but it certainly is nothing to take lightly. Tripping in Iraq though, yeah I can see how that might get intense.
Ya, getting half kinda sucked. But I didn't need it. Yeah, it is a kind of punishment in the army. It was just an example of why I didn't want to get caught. I didn't get caught. But I did get caught underage drinking in Korea and had 3 days of this... Each day was the new worst day of my life.
Since there is going to be a lot more curiosity about DPT here soon, BUMP Btw, I edited this a bit for erowid. Then I read that they will give the info to law enforcement if needed. It is about a soldier doing drugs in Iraq... Possibly a good way to get a federal agent of some kind or CID on my ass... What do you guys think?
Just don't say anything that can be used to trace your TR back to you. Don't give any details past what's necessary to describe the effects of DPT in this set and setting.
Haha.. I've totally had the experience on DPT where you think if you fall asleep you're going to die, but this by no means was nearly as bad as the trip where i eyed out 250 mg and split it with my friend. I didn't do psychs for 8 months after that lol