Before I begin to explain my experience on 2-dpmp I seriously recommend you know what you're doing and understand the way it works and how it works.
We are lucky no one died or got seriously injured and you'll find out why after reading sorry that it's long but it's worth the read when you get into it...
It's been over 84 hours since me and Dave did our first ever dosage of 2-dpmp and i'm really paying the price for my irresponsibility, I smoked 25mg off foil and snorted 25mg one after the other on an empty stomach and completely clueless, that was on Thursday at 2:00pm. After consuming the drug I felt good, not amazing just a little good but I don't know if I was telling myself that or if I actually was feeling good, I asked Jon (my friend who has the drug) for another line but luckily he said no even though I pushed it a bit...
Throughout the day until about 9:00pm we spent our day smoking weed and chilling ready to spend the night getting high like we normally do but the 2dpmp creep'd up on me and Dave and also Jon who didn't consume as much as we did, at that point I felt amazing almost too amazing it was like coming up on MDMA but for 4 hours or more of just constant rushing, I had to sit outside because I felt like the cold was making me rush and inside would of been too much to handle... THIS CAN ONLY GET WORSE...
A couple of hours had pasted and me and Dave spent most of our night sat outside talking constantly not replying to each other but talking about other things, everything that was said had to be looked into, and we knew it was weird and not normal because every 5 minutes we would have to think about why we had thinking about everything.
When it got to around 1:00am Friday most people left my house one friend stayed but he was just high so me and Dave went for a walk, but we didn't know this walk was going to last 9 hours... When it got to day light me and Dave came back to my house got some fruit and sat in my garden, nothing could of prepared us for what we was about to experience...
Dave had prescribed sleeping pills and was going to take one because everything just got so shit, I cannot put into words how bad it was/is I had to convince him that taking the sleeping pill was probably going to do harm to his health but he was pretty certain that it would help but I just knew that mixing something that brings you so up with something that knocks you out and brings you down wouldn't go well... He just kept telling me different...
What's funny is we thought this was a come down, but thinking about it now sounds like a fucking joke... Time went pretty fast for the day sitting outside and smoking until it came late afternoon again it was around 8:00pm friday night and we just felt terrible we had to research what it was going to be like and how long it was going to last so we started getting paranoid and sleep deprivation was getting bad...
This is where things got too bad, some of my friends came round again and they was all talking about taking sleep pills, like they knew it would work... or like it was nothing, when I already looked up that it was fatal to mix that, but they was arguing with me about it and I just completely thought that I didn't see my friends in the same way to think they would tell me to take something like that and if I was the type of person that didn't think about it, I could of ended up being very very messed up... It was 1 v 5 and I was still fucked and over thinking about Dave taking a sleep pill messed with my head even more...
I got aggressive and just called them all fucking stupid and they turned on me like I didn't know what I was talking about when I knew what I was talking about but they just thought it was the drug making me say all this and be paranoid about it which didn't help, I wouldn't stop bringing it up to Dave to not take the sleeping tablet, it got to the point where I would talk to Dave in my garden and just be like look, don't take the tablet it's not worth it, if it was that simple we would know about it you can't just cancel out the drug with a sleeping pill which was what he thought it would do...
It got to around 3:00am Saturday and Dave told me he was going to take the sleeping pill regardless of what I said, so I made him promise to only take a quarter on one of the pills that being still dangerous but there was no telling him different any more, I felt like I had to deal with the drug the right way and just wait it out.
By time it got to about 4:00am Saturday shortly after Dave left, my heart started playing up my blood pressure got to about 180bpm maybe even more, I started searching what I could do to help and it seemed like there was nothing I could do, I looked up the symptoms Chest pains, anxiety, insomnia, severe agitation, hallucinations(slightly) and paranoia... I was almost 100% certain that I wasn't going to get through this I had my best friend sleeping next to me during this all but I didn't want to wake him up over it because it would of made me think it was worse than it was, not that I felt it could get any worse...
I spent around 2 hours laying down trying to relax and stop shaking but the symptoms made it almost impossible... My friend later on woke up and I just spoke to him told him how I felt and what was going on and he told me just to calm down and relax and that it's the drug and I slowly got through it and
ended up taking a shower and freaking out in the shower, almost like the water was attacking me and the tenseness of that made me start rushing again... my friends came round again and had been worried sick...
My sister came down at around 12:00am to tell me that Dave was on the phone I was static to hear that he was okay after taking a quarter of the sleeping tablet, but he did say he felt like it made him worse in the morning and was glad I convinced him not to take it, I didn't even want him to take a quarter of one... I spent the day trying to eat and work out whether I'm coming back or not or what was going on so I went out to meet a few friends to try keep my brain occupied...
Saturday 8:00pm THIS IS WHERE IT GOT STUPID Dave came back out again but it was like we had to be together to get through it. He told me that his mum gave him pro plus tablets, I didn't know what to say... I was brain dead and couldn't tell if it was a seriously bad thing or not so bad, but then I found out that he took 4 pro plus tablets and hadn't eaten anything or even tried to...
My mum works with drug abusers and she helped me through it, but the state Dave was in was making me paranoid my mum would tell me what to take to help and I'd go tell Dave and he just would think of a reason why it wouldn't do anything and that would make me research it and then he'd be like see look all you've done is prang! your paranoid! and it made me sad to think I had to go back to mum and ask again but she understood because she knows about it... Dave was a state, I just went into zombie mode, I wouldn't even reply to anyone and it was making him angry he was acting like I should of still been up which was wrong...
He tried to convince me to take 2 pro plus tablets for ages, I didn't even consider it... I felt like telling him that it was bad to do that wasn't doing anything, the drug had completely fucked him, but what makes me worry is that it might not even been the drug, it might just be himself... I don't know, I didn't know all I knew was to wait it out and instead of trying to take an easy way out, take the right way out...
It got to about 1:00am Sunday and I was just completely relaxed and feeling like I could doze off but I know it was because of the Chlorphenamine I was taking and I took another tablet which kinda does the same thing. Dave just got so angry telling me and my sister and my best friend that we didn't know what we was talking about, we didn't know how serious it was, that he was smarter than us, that my sister and best friend didn't CARE about me which actually put my sister in tears but I saw she was holding it back...
Dave got to the point where he was talking to himself almost like he wasn't sane any more, everything I said he didn't like, my best friend would look at him and he'd snap and be like don't fucking look at me. He tried convincing me to take a sleeping tablet near the end until 4:00am... I made it clear I wasn't going to be taking anything I wasn't sure about...
Eventually when we got Dave to go home I went on my Ipad to see that Jon had left his facebook logged on and I saw messages coming from Dave telling Jon I couldn't handle drugs and that I'm not smart enough to realize the state I was in and that he doesn't want to do drugs with me if I get like that...
I think altogether I got through this experience pretty well, I spent most of my time researching more about 2-dpmp and other amphetamines even though I can't remember much because of the lack of sleep I've had but I'm going to finish the night with a warm bubble bath and some chilled music and maybe some food but I don't know if that will keep me up or not so I think water will have to do until tomorrow!
If I've forgot and missed anything (Which I probably have) I will check again tomorrow! I haven't even told everything I could of because it's taking up too much time and I feel like it's long enough... But the moral of the story is if you're going to do 2-dpmp be safe, some of us idiots have to learn that the hard way! + I do not feel any different to Dave because of his actions, we are close friends and I love him like a brother, I would never let something like this come between us same goes to all my friends!
Stay safe thank you for reading!
We are lucky no one died or got seriously injured and you'll find out why after reading sorry that it's long but it's worth the read when you get into it...
It's been over 84 hours since me and Dave did our first ever dosage of 2-dpmp and i'm really paying the price for my irresponsibility, I smoked 25mg off foil and snorted 25mg one after the other on an empty stomach and completely clueless, that was on Thursday at 2:00pm. After consuming the drug I felt good, not amazing just a little good but I don't know if I was telling myself that or if I actually was feeling good, I asked Jon (my friend who has the drug) for another line but luckily he said no even though I pushed it a bit...
Throughout the day until about 9:00pm we spent our day smoking weed and chilling ready to spend the night getting high like we normally do but the 2dpmp creep'd up on me and Dave and also Jon who didn't consume as much as we did, at that point I felt amazing almost too amazing it was like coming up on MDMA but for 4 hours or more of just constant rushing, I had to sit outside because I felt like the cold was making me rush and inside would of been too much to handle... THIS CAN ONLY GET WORSE...
A couple of hours had pasted and me and Dave spent most of our night sat outside talking constantly not replying to each other but talking about other things, everything that was said had to be looked into, and we knew it was weird and not normal because every 5 minutes we would have to think about why we had thinking about everything.
When it got to around 1:00am Friday most people left my house one friend stayed but he was just high so me and Dave went for a walk, but we didn't know this walk was going to last 9 hours... When it got to day light me and Dave came back to my house got some fruit and sat in my garden, nothing could of prepared us for what we was about to experience...
Dave had prescribed sleeping pills and was going to take one because everything just got so shit, I cannot put into words how bad it was/is I had to convince him that taking the sleeping pill was probably going to do harm to his health but he was pretty certain that it would help but I just knew that mixing something that brings you so up with something that knocks you out and brings you down wouldn't go well... He just kept telling me different...
What's funny is we thought this was a come down, but thinking about it now sounds like a fucking joke... Time went pretty fast for the day sitting outside and smoking until it came late afternoon again it was around 8:00pm friday night and we just felt terrible we had to research what it was going to be like and how long it was going to last so we started getting paranoid and sleep deprivation was getting bad...
This is where things got too bad, some of my friends came round again and they was all talking about taking sleep pills, like they knew it would work... or like it was nothing, when I already looked up that it was fatal to mix that, but they was arguing with me about it and I just completely thought that I didn't see my friends in the same way to think they would tell me to take something like that and if I was the type of person that didn't think about it, I could of ended up being very very messed up... It was 1 v 5 and I was still fucked and over thinking about Dave taking a sleep pill messed with my head even more...
I got aggressive and just called them all fucking stupid and they turned on me like I didn't know what I was talking about when I knew what I was talking about but they just thought it was the drug making me say all this and be paranoid about it which didn't help, I wouldn't stop bringing it up to Dave to not take the sleeping tablet, it got to the point where I would talk to Dave in my garden and just be like look, don't take the tablet it's not worth it, if it was that simple we would know about it you can't just cancel out the drug with a sleeping pill which was what he thought it would do...
It got to around 3:00am Saturday and Dave told me he was going to take the sleeping pill regardless of what I said, so I made him promise to only take a quarter on one of the pills that being still dangerous but there was no telling him different any more, I felt like I had to deal with the drug the right way and just wait it out.
By time it got to about 4:00am Saturday shortly after Dave left, my heart started playing up my blood pressure got to about 180bpm maybe even more, I started searching what I could do to help and it seemed like there was nothing I could do, I looked up the symptoms Chest pains, anxiety, insomnia, severe agitation, hallucinations(slightly) and paranoia... I was almost 100% certain that I wasn't going to get through this I had my best friend sleeping next to me during this all but I didn't want to wake him up over it because it would of made me think it was worse than it was, not that I felt it could get any worse...
I spent around 2 hours laying down trying to relax and stop shaking but the symptoms made it almost impossible... My friend later on woke up and I just spoke to him told him how I felt and what was going on and he told me just to calm down and relax and that it's the drug and I slowly got through it and
ended up taking a shower and freaking out in the shower, almost like the water was attacking me and the tenseness of that made me start rushing again... my friends came round again and had been worried sick...
My sister came down at around 12:00am to tell me that Dave was on the phone I was static to hear that he was okay after taking a quarter of the sleeping tablet, but he did say he felt like it made him worse in the morning and was glad I convinced him not to take it, I didn't even want him to take a quarter of one... I spent the day trying to eat and work out whether I'm coming back or not or what was going on so I went out to meet a few friends to try keep my brain occupied...
Saturday 8:00pm THIS IS WHERE IT GOT STUPID Dave came back out again but it was like we had to be together to get through it. He told me that his mum gave him pro plus tablets, I didn't know what to say... I was brain dead and couldn't tell if it was a seriously bad thing or not so bad, but then I found out that he took 4 pro plus tablets and hadn't eaten anything or even tried to...
My mum works with drug abusers and she helped me through it, but the state Dave was in was making me paranoid my mum would tell me what to take to help and I'd go tell Dave and he just would think of a reason why it wouldn't do anything and that would make me research it and then he'd be like see look all you've done is prang! your paranoid! and it made me sad to think I had to go back to mum and ask again but she understood because she knows about it... Dave was a state, I just went into zombie mode, I wouldn't even reply to anyone and it was making him angry he was acting like I should of still been up which was wrong...
He tried to convince me to take 2 pro plus tablets for ages, I didn't even consider it... I felt like telling him that it was bad to do that wasn't doing anything, the drug had completely fucked him, but what makes me worry is that it might not even been the drug, it might just be himself... I don't know, I didn't know all I knew was to wait it out and instead of trying to take an easy way out, take the right way out...
It got to about 1:00am Sunday and I was just completely relaxed and feeling like I could doze off but I know it was because of the Chlorphenamine I was taking and I took another tablet which kinda does the same thing. Dave just got so angry telling me and my sister and my best friend that we didn't know what we was talking about, we didn't know how serious it was, that he was smarter than us, that my sister and best friend didn't CARE about me which actually put my sister in tears but I saw she was holding it back...
Dave got to the point where he was talking to himself almost like he wasn't sane any more, everything I said he didn't like, my best friend would look at him and he'd snap and be like don't fucking look at me. He tried convincing me to take a sleeping tablet near the end until 4:00am... I made it clear I wasn't going to be taking anything I wasn't sure about...
Eventually when we got Dave to go home I went on my Ipad to see that Jon had left his facebook logged on and I saw messages coming from Dave telling Jon I couldn't handle drugs and that I'm not smart enough to realize the state I was in and that he doesn't want to do drugs with me if I get like that...
I think altogether I got through this experience pretty well, I spent most of my time researching more about 2-dpmp and other amphetamines even though I can't remember much because of the lack of sleep I've had but I'm going to finish the night with a warm bubble bath and some chilled music and maybe some food but I don't know if that will keep me up or not so I think water will have to do until tomorrow!
If I've forgot and missed anything (Which I probably have) I will check again tomorrow! I haven't even told everything I could of because it's taking up too much time and I feel like it's long enough... But the moral of the story is if you're going to do 2-dpmp be safe, some of us idiots have to learn that the hard way! + I do not feel any different to Dave because of his actions, we are close friends and I love him like a brother, I would never let something like this come between us same goes to all my friends!
Stay safe thank you for reading!
