Last night I decided to finish off a little over half a bottle of 100 I had from a previous trip. I'd eaten normally that day and have a pretty high tolerance, after a couple other trips this week. Times are approximate.
T-0:00: Took 950mg at once, roughly 8pm. I watched Rick and Morty and waited to come up. I've found that whatever your first dose, the amount you take at once sets the tone for the trip, and any re-dosing really just extends it and amplifies the negative effects.
DPH has a body load that I love, it's not necessarily opiate-like, but it's just as pronounced. However, sometimes you draw unlucky cards and get the other bodyload, a skin-crawling dysphoria, and total inability to get comfortable or fall asleep. Essentially 8 hours of unrelievable torturous agony, emphasised by a fluttering, pounding, dysrhythmic heart rate, and racing disconnected thoughts of an uncomfortably taboo nature.
T-0:45: I feel the effects creeping in. Visually, I'm seeing auras and the electric jelly that coats surfaces, mainly solid colored surfaces. I get up to take a shower as I'm becoming antsy and am noticing a tightness in my chest. I find that what you fixate on becomes your reality. The further you go into anxiety or paranoia, the harder it becomes to dig yourself out of the hole.
T-0:50: In the shower, I hear my girlfriend moaning on the couch, and talking to someone, though no one is supposed to be there. I know immediately that it's the DPH playing its usual tricks, basing the hallucinations on deep rooted emotional and psychological concepts. If you bring something sacred to her (DPH), she will quickly turn it inside out and use your illusion of sacrosanct nature against you.
T-1:00: Even though I knew it was a trick, the completely realistic nature of it still touched a sensitive psychological button. Very strange how one can KNOW something isn't real, and still be affected by it.
T-1:30: The next hour or so consisted of the usual high-dose fare and onset effects. Severe tremors all over, drastically reduced short-term memory, twitching outlines, squirming translucent electrical jelly on the walls, ceiling, floor, and many other surfaces, baseless paranoia, constantly impulsively peering through the blinds, jumping at the smallest sound.
T-2:00: Time begins slipping. I wandered the house, unable to find any room I was looking for, as if I was in the same house in a slightly different dimension. I kept hallucinating people I'd seen in passing walking around town, knocking on the front door and then coming in. I was able to reason that it wasn't happening, but it didn't make them go away, it just made them irritable and impatient, before getting quiet and fading out of existence, just to have the instance repeat with some other random person minutes later.
T-2:30: I can no longer differentiate false memories from real ones. Constantly having to ask my sitter "Hey did that just happen?" and every time I got a "no." I even hallucinated asking a nonsense question and getting a reply repeatedly. It started to reach a point where I was hallucinating my hallucinations. Basically, I would remember or unwillingly imagine something trippy happening in a perfect replica of my environment, only to seconds later realize/remember that nothing actually happened. It was as if I was having a trip and then having it erased, men in black style. These hallucinations persisted but all external perceptions remained solid and normal.
Music takes on a character of sacredness or holy truth or a certain feeling like "the voice of god" or divine truth, no matter what the normal sober content is. The lyrics don't change externally, it's more like your internal dictionary is swapped out for god's and anything filtered in through your speech center becomes translated as ultimate divine truth or wisdom.
After this I blacked out and apparently stayed asleep, talking very off the wall and sometimes disturbing nonsense, sometimes even opening my eyes or sounding completely lucid and awake despite not in any way indicating that I wasn't sleeping, even apparently asking questions or initiating normal lucid conversation only to be found to be dead asleep when my sitter would reply.