Hey guys,
This was my third time ever doing DPH (and the last). I dosed 600mg (avoiding going to the 700 mark because I have family here), and it still turned into an absolute shitshow.
It all began with my vision taking on a slightly greater acuity, as if I'd ingested a very small dose of amphetamines. Shortly after, I began to experience geometry (what level, I cannot say. It was a bunch of interlocking squares with the number 34 in the middle). Soon my vision took on that eerie, wispy orange glow when I'd stare at anything white or grey for too long, and otherwise overlaid my vision pretty consistently.
About an hour and a half in, my friend whom I was playing a game with informs me that he will be leaving... and thus commences the madness.
I began to see the spiders as most people do; I was prepared for them, although some were so awfully realistic that I had to question if they were truly just figments of my delirious mind. Big, small... One the size of a medium dog that just kind of skittered by. Some of them, when leaping through the air, would make a "ZWHOOSH!" sound which startled me more often than not. This went on for about 20 minutes, escalating as it crawled along. Pillbugs began showing up, as did extremely tiny scorpions, weird flying critters I couldn't see, and one MASSIVE one that sounded like it was using a jet engine to propel its wings upward and down. This, of course, was the least of my worries because...
I learned just how volatile the dose response curve can truly be. Color me paranoid when I begin to hear convincing voices; some are yelling at each other, others are having conversations, and some are speaking directly to me. I distinctly remember slipping out of relative consciousness during one of the more heated arguments, and I came to find that the voices were debating politics. I'm not really into politics, so I was surprised to find that my subconscious mind could conjure something so... far from my scope of interest and understanding.
If you couldn't tell, I had at this point entered something of a mini-Eiriel state. Popping in and out of conscious existence, taking a few seconds to ask what the fuck just happened, then slipping back out again. At one point, my grandfather came down (for no reason), and asked me if I was okay. I said, "Yeah, I am. I'm fine." He says, "Why are you shaking?" I said, "Caffeine. Drinking lots of Coke lately, so I'm shaking more than normal with my essential tremor." He didn't seem to believe me all that much, but left anyway and went back upstairs.
It was sometime after this tense encounter that I saw the Hatman. He was standing about 7 feet away, leaned up against the door frame. He was rather sinister in appearance, quite tall, thin, and from what I could tell he was wearing a trench coat. I could have sworn that I saw him smile as well, though I can't verify that... He didn't stick around for long, presumably because I got myself under control.
A little while later, a shadow person kept walking by outside of my door, pacing frantically back and forth. It was decidedly a female, because when I asked it why it was pacing so much, it responded with, "I don't know" in a feminine voice. Then it walked further back into the darkness of my basement, but I requested it come closer. As I did that, I noticed my ex walking by to climb some stairs (that don't exist) just next to my door, and I asked the Shadow Person if she thought that my ex was coming back down. She said, "No, she's going all the way up."
This was somewhat disappointing, but I shrugged it off. That's when the Shadow Person said, "Why don't YOU come HERE?" Nope. NOPE. You can come into my brightly lit room and chill if you want to, amiga, but I ain't falling for that shit. I responded with, "Would you prefer if I turned off the light instead so that you can come in?" Her response was nothing shot of ominous, "If that's what you really want."
I decided better of it, and simply asked her to leave. She complied, and I was alone. I had to piss really bad at this point, so I went upstairs to use the bathroom. In this bathroom there is an old fan in the ceiling, and it turns on when the lights turn on. As I was peeing, I could hear a woman screaming bloody murder from within the fan, "HELP! HELP MEEE! NOOOO! OH GOD NO! HELP ME!" I did my best to ignore it, seeing as I knew it was nothing to really be worried about. As I exited the bathroom and proceeded to head down the stairs, my grandfather said, "Hey OP, do you have an extra Pepsi sitting on the desk?" It made no sense, naturally, but I went back up and asked, "What?" Which is when I saw my grandfather who, without uttering a word, stared at me and guided me to the room that he wanted me to come look at. I turned my flashlight on, and peered inside perhaps a few minutes after he entered.
Now, there's no way he could have left the room without me knowing because I was standing right in front of the door, just out of sight from the room itself. When I was about to enter, I heard someone say, "Just look at her." Confused, I entered the room to find that my grandfather wasn't there. BIG WTF.
Said fuck that, went back downstairs, and as I sat down I could hear my grandfather, "I have to call your parents and tell them. I fucking knew it." So now I'm sitting here, shitting a ton of bricks like, "oh fuck, it's going to get out that I use drugs."
This causes my paranoia to spike for another several hours until eventually I fall asleep.
As of today, I have mild HPPD that I guess I should have expected, but that I hope won't persist.
TL;DR - Had the scariest trip on DPH so far, missed a lot of other details (like seeing entire images of things on my screen on the wrong pages, grabbing for my phone and it disappearing, same with my mouse, etc...)
I even tore the padding off my headphones for some reason.