This morning I woke up early and felt that it was time to do DPT again. I've taken it plenty of times in the 10-25mg range and had 3 trips where I took around 60-70mg, and I wanted to try an in-between dose. A strong, but not quite breakthrough dose. I snorted 45mg, a little bit every few minutes, and felt warmth and euphoria growing inside of me. I had an empty stomach and decided to eat a peach. As I bit into it, I almost felt like I was going to have an orgasm. Then I laid in bed and waited for the effects to fully develop.
To my surprise, 45mg was enough for the full-on DPT experience. Complete ego death and immersion in colorful geometric patterns. The trip became unpleasant and I was very uncomfortable for what felt like a long time. I couldn't break free from feelings of anxiety and loneliness. The DPT irritating my nasal cavities combined with my allergies made me unable to breath through my nose and I felt like I was suffocating. Eventually though, I experienced a catharsis, and the rest of the trip was great.
DPT is so fascinating in the way it completely disassembles you. The archetypal imagery, free associations, primal instincts... I won't even attempt to describe it all. Like my other DPT trips, this one was was focused on religious and sexual themes. This trip really reinforced the idea that, biologically, men are meant to be dominant over women. I don't mean to offend anybody, that's just my perspective as a man, stripped down to my most basic instincts by a psychedelic drug. I'd love to hear other people's perspectives on the dominance/submission aspects of DPT, especially a woman's.