Yeah, good old sigma legend. I've wondered pretty often of what it's about pharmacologically (logic and science is just my way to comprehend things), if it's something unique to DXM or a dissociative feature that just DXM happens to be able to trigger more often than with other dissos or if it's something completely else, like anticholinergic stuff building up.
I didn't tolerate the DXM enough to come remotely near of finding out (another 'feature' of mine. Interesting things have to be tried, sometimes regardless of possible consequences, if it's right in the moment). But I went though loads of deschloroketamine ("DXE" / O-PCM) most of which must have been top quality, it's at least a lower-ish three digit number within 2,5 years..
And this one has interesting sides for sure too. The 911 clinic story above (thanks for sharing, btw) remembered me of my own one. It too happened when I was on a binge habit of PCM - just that this stuff worked for day and day over again, apparently no really interfering metabolites or other sort of build-up like one gets from DXM. But that time I was over it, sleep deprived as hell. Just got thrown out of my old room, accused of stealing stuff and damaging things (a part of which I've actually taken but yeah, delusional as I was I thought it's trash which'd get picked up for disposal later - which indeed might have been true), arguing half a day with that - physically a lot stronger than me - guy, fearing of the cops cause of similar reasons as usual, delusions of that they'd know of all my drug orders and think I'd never manage to take so much but that I'm a big dealer etc.. and they'd throw myself into some deep black hole at first. Or something like that.
Ok. So I am with my luggage alone on my way to a big city, hoping to find a hotel room - it was summer and pretty hard to find something in the budget I had or wanted to pay for.. my mobile phone charge went towards zero and I had nothing. So I called somebody I had back in my mind as kind of an emergency contact. She agreed for me to spend one or few nights at her house but I had to manage my way to her place cause she was in bed and sick.. Nothing big, just 30 mins to the train station, 15 mins train and another 15 mins to the house.
Now do that in the state I was. Sleep deprived, high as hell (I had the habit to take another sniff every time I'd feel bad or the energy fading. Strangely this worked for pretty long, I must have had astronomous levels of O-PCM in my system, cause in high doses it also interfered with peeing.) etc.. and I decided not to want half an hour for the right train to arrive (hell, I could fall asleep and miss it. OMG!!!!) but to take one that departed immediately, just stopped on another station where I had to walk maybe a
whole hour . Can't explain why, but I was
very afraid of standing still.
Sorry - realize I am writing much too much non-important stuff. Well,
Plateau Sigma, v. DCK:
It happened slowly but steadily. At first, just some noise like the cars driving by began to sound differently. Chopped might be a viable description but it doesn't cut it. Somehow like when you have a 2.1 sound system and you take the subwoofer out. Things - auditory stimuli but also
feelings and other sensations moved to the higher pitched spectrum.
Things became alive. I heard the exhausting energy of tires sqeezing. Of electricity in the wires (!!) like brrpbr - brrrprpbbbrrrp - brrppprbbrrr - bbrrllrbrppr- brprb etc.
Thoughts of strangers, sometimes
just by looking at them. I got a crystal clear impression of when I had the attention of somebody else and when not, much more than usually, like some kind of on/off switch but it extended to other people too. I knew when they were consciously acting and when going on automaticisms.... more of this later.
As it went on, the PCM powder began to speak to me. On a former brief psychotic moment I thought of it being some kind of spirit or laced with some semen which is now growing within me. I thought my existence had shrunk to some baby being which wanted to take over my life and energy but whatever nature / God / etc. decided it wasn't time now so I was sent back. This continued to some extent.
But remember, all the time I was halfway completely sober and able to manage my way through the city interacting with people, buying drinks and cigs, asking for the way etc...
and on the other side completely dissociated and in another world. Crystal clear, lucid, yet completely delusional (but interestingly non-threatening and not really dangerous too, cause for the most part I remembered about dangers and had all my memories present as when sober - this is some feature of O-PCM for me too, in that it doesn't completely inhibit memory but very very selectively and controllable)
Doesn't this sound like true plateau sigma to you??
It continued, I had to be admitted to the hospital later in the night where strange things continued to happen, until I finally fell asleep. I think that it stopped with deep sleep, as always. But before I had some connection to the matrix behind the world. I knew what the nurses would do, say etc.
before they'd actually do it. Even managed to get some surprised glances because I predicted things at least once. Can't say what was real and what in my head but it was real as fuck.
The most crazy, absurd thing is that I thought to have made a
brief contact with a parallel universe where everything was similar but different, and the same things happening (me looking for a place to sleep, being fucked up, somebody coming to take me.. BUT .. in one world it was the cops AND paramedics. In the other world they were
another group of people, fewer and in different uniforms. It was some middle-age influenced version of our world, with much more things were made of wood, parts of the houses which are in fact made of concrete, and that there were torchs instead of usual electric lamps etc.......... I've switched back and forth and felt some need to decide
now in which world I'd like to stay but that this decision would be
once for ever..........
Somehow I wanted to see this other world so badly so I tried to manage it that way but seemingly 'our' people were stronger. I got in rage when they said no, we can't let you go but I was so weak that nothing bad happened.. they put me on IV and injected some benzodiazepine which knocked me out.. but I do remember these things equally vivid like what I've experienced some days ago..
Maybe I should write a larger posting about other strange occurrences on dissos, cause now I realize there were plenty of them. Some I'd try to investigate and not everything could be resolved. (This's why I've
posted that.) I'm not good enough in English to write something as long just out of the box. Hope it makes any sense.
