sixthsense
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Dextromethorphan (DXM) / cough drops
First time tripping
Yesterday night was one of the most intense experiences I made so far. I met my friend Markus at his place. The plan was to intoxicate ourselves with DXM, a cheap cough medicine you can get at every pharmacy. Markus had already taken a dose of 300mg earlier the same week and described his previous experience as a mixture of Kratom, weed and a heavy buzz of alcohol. Our expectation for the night was a fairly intense but laid back intoxication with slight visuals and a “mind-merge” with music. For me, however, it would turn out to be very different.
The setting was nothing special, no exceptional events happened; I had class earlier in the day but my stress faded as I approached the evening. Markus’ roommate was gone for the night so we had the apartment for ourselves. I met him around 11pm. I was in a relaxed mood expecting nothing outrageous. We even had some fun taking “shocking” drug pictures and imagining someone finding them years later.
The DXM in Germany comes in pills so that the dosage and consumption was an easy task. Each one swallowed 14 pills equaling 420mg of the active ingredient. While waiting for intoxication I was slowly sipping my beer. I had an empty stomach at that point but thought that I would make myself some food later.
After about half an hour I started to feel a first effect which I could clearly distinguish from any placebos I might have had. It was a feeling of being buzzed which grew as time proceeded. After another half an hour, even though I had only 2 beers overall, I felt so drunk that I had to lie down on a mattress. My body was heavy, my movements and coordination were hugely affected by the drug and keeping balance was almost impossible when I tried to get up to go to the bathroom.
This stage intensified even more after I lay down again. Now it was almost impossible for me to do any movement whatsoever. I started to feel really sick. It was like getting trashed on cheap liquor and being a moment before throwing up. The difference, however, was that my mind was clearer, or rather stoned and functioned much better than after alcohol.
Markus body took a little longer to absorb the drug. He was still able to get up so that he brought me a piece of ginger. At that point I wasn’t even able to put the herb in my mouth.
After a little while my mind wandered off and I started to lose the sense of proportions and even gravity. I looked up to the ceiling and could not tell if the room was flipped over with me sticking to the floor (which felt like the ceiling itself). I couldn’t tell anymore if the walls were far away or very close. I could not figure out the size of objects and everything started to move back and forth. Soon I melted into the mattress and merged with the music that surrounded us. I have only very little memory of that stage. In addition I lost every sense of time. Partly it was like being in space, then like being the flow of water. The music changed into classical. I think it was Debussy that made me experience beauty in its pure sense. I was overwhelmed by emotions, my body started to move to the tones of the piano. I was close to tears. It even intensified after Markus turned on Pachelbel's Canon in D, which is one of my favorite songs that always deeply touches me. In this stage of mind, however, it was more than I am able to describe in words. It was an overflow of emotion, a mirror of the whole world that I was mentally a part of.
Every time the classical music started to be underlined by a deep bass anxiety began to take over. At that point Markus repeated the classical music over and over. Every time my emotions hived off. Every time the bass faded in and Markus rewinded the music. I wasn’t sure anymore if all of this already happened earlier. It was like being caught in a loophole of time. I tried to prevent panicking by distracting myself from these thoughts. Markus always calmed me down by starting new topics.
As time went on I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t get up though, so I crawled to the wall and pulled me up. The floor was swaying like a ship deck but I regained a little sense of balance and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I made big steps like avoiding puddles, then my body started to move like a robot. When I got back I was walking around in the room dancing a little bit and flowing to the sound. I had almost no body control. When I grabbed a glass to get some water I melted to my hand, it became inseparable to my own body.
The most intense thing however was that I lost any perception of time and of my own history. All memories were not sorted in some kind of timely manner in the back of my head, as it usually is. They were actual and present in the very moment of existence; it was like relieving certain aspects of my memories in the presence without any actual happenings. Past feelings and emotions, all what was left of memories about my life culminated into essence of the presence. Suddenly I remembered that I found myself in a mindset that I knew from rolling for the first time at a rave in New York. But I could not tell if I have actually been to the states and whether I spend the last year of my life there. Impressions of people popped up but I didn’t know anymore if they ever existed. It was like the entire world was completely new to me, like I just came into existence at some point during that trip: somehow like a newborn child experiencing the world for the first time.
I started to philosophize about Freud, Marx and Adorno. About society, force and anxiety. My psyche seemed to be this essence which I was able to comprehend more emphatically than ever before. This vulnerable, immaterial entity in the midst of a hostile and cruel world. “Anxiety is taking over…”. Again, Markus saved me from stepping over the edge of fear.
Several scenes and thoughts repeated in the course of the night, I can’t tell how often. For example a journey to the bathroom, that Markus accompanied me every time, started out the same way, all the six or seven times that I went there.
Over time my thoughts became clearer and the intoxication ebbed away slowly. I kept moving around, dancing slowly and merging with the music until I eventually lied down again. By that time I regained more and more connection to reality again. My memories came to rest and I could feel the intensely warm and calming blanket. I was exhausted. My body felt heavy and my muscles were weak. I still had visuals, patterns appeared in front of my eyes, lights and colours were still intense and objects changed their size and expansion.
Neither of us could sleep and we shared our experiences every now and then and tried to remember the many details of the night. Around seven in the morning, we still had not slept yet, we made pasta and I tried to eat a little bit. The whole night felt like a lifetime; last evening seemed so distant because time had passed by so slowly.
Around 8 am I could finally fall asleep for a couple of hours.
At the next day I took off immediately after getting up. I still had after effects: the streets seemed more plastic and the whole world was drowned with calmness. I was paying attention to the reflections of the sun, to the patterns of the brick, to the talk of people on the train. I was calm and tired after my long journey and the various phases and insights of the last night were reappearing in front of my inner eye.
substancecode_dxm
First time tripping
Yesterday night was one of the most intense experiences I made so far. I met my friend Markus at his place. The plan was to intoxicate ourselves with DXM, a cheap cough medicine you can get at every pharmacy. Markus had already taken a dose of 300mg earlier the same week and described his previous experience as a mixture of Kratom, weed and a heavy buzz of alcohol. Our expectation for the night was a fairly intense but laid back intoxication with slight visuals and a “mind-merge” with music. For me, however, it would turn out to be very different.
The setting was nothing special, no exceptional events happened; I had class earlier in the day but my stress faded as I approached the evening. Markus’ roommate was gone for the night so we had the apartment for ourselves. I met him around 11pm. I was in a relaxed mood expecting nothing outrageous. We even had some fun taking “shocking” drug pictures and imagining someone finding them years later.
The DXM in Germany comes in pills so that the dosage and consumption was an easy task. Each one swallowed 14 pills equaling 420mg of the active ingredient. While waiting for intoxication I was slowly sipping my beer. I had an empty stomach at that point but thought that I would make myself some food later.
After about half an hour I started to feel a first effect which I could clearly distinguish from any placebos I might have had. It was a feeling of being buzzed which grew as time proceeded. After another half an hour, even though I had only 2 beers overall, I felt so drunk that I had to lie down on a mattress. My body was heavy, my movements and coordination were hugely affected by the drug and keeping balance was almost impossible when I tried to get up to go to the bathroom.
This stage intensified even more after I lay down again. Now it was almost impossible for me to do any movement whatsoever. I started to feel really sick. It was like getting trashed on cheap liquor and being a moment before throwing up. The difference, however, was that my mind was clearer, or rather stoned and functioned much better than after alcohol.
Markus body took a little longer to absorb the drug. He was still able to get up so that he brought me a piece of ginger. At that point I wasn’t even able to put the herb in my mouth.
After a little while my mind wandered off and I started to lose the sense of proportions and even gravity. I looked up to the ceiling and could not tell if the room was flipped over with me sticking to the floor (which felt like the ceiling itself). I couldn’t tell anymore if the walls were far away or very close. I could not figure out the size of objects and everything started to move back and forth. Soon I melted into the mattress and merged with the music that surrounded us. I have only very little memory of that stage. In addition I lost every sense of time. Partly it was like being in space, then like being the flow of water. The music changed into classical. I think it was Debussy that made me experience beauty in its pure sense. I was overwhelmed by emotions, my body started to move to the tones of the piano. I was close to tears. It even intensified after Markus turned on Pachelbel's Canon in D, which is one of my favorite songs that always deeply touches me. In this stage of mind, however, it was more than I am able to describe in words. It was an overflow of emotion, a mirror of the whole world that I was mentally a part of.
Every time the classical music started to be underlined by a deep bass anxiety began to take over. At that point Markus repeated the classical music over and over. Every time my emotions hived off. Every time the bass faded in and Markus rewinded the music. I wasn’t sure anymore if all of this already happened earlier. It was like being caught in a loophole of time. I tried to prevent panicking by distracting myself from these thoughts. Markus always calmed me down by starting new topics.
As time went on I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t get up though, so I crawled to the wall and pulled me up. The floor was swaying like a ship deck but I regained a little sense of balance and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I made big steps like avoiding puddles, then my body started to move like a robot. When I got back I was walking around in the room dancing a little bit and flowing to the sound. I had almost no body control. When I grabbed a glass to get some water I melted to my hand, it became inseparable to my own body.
The most intense thing however was that I lost any perception of time and of my own history. All memories were not sorted in some kind of timely manner in the back of my head, as it usually is. They were actual and present in the very moment of existence; it was like relieving certain aspects of my memories in the presence without any actual happenings. Past feelings and emotions, all what was left of memories about my life culminated into essence of the presence. Suddenly I remembered that I found myself in a mindset that I knew from rolling for the first time at a rave in New York. But I could not tell if I have actually been to the states and whether I spend the last year of my life there. Impressions of people popped up but I didn’t know anymore if they ever existed. It was like the entire world was completely new to me, like I just came into existence at some point during that trip: somehow like a newborn child experiencing the world for the first time.
I started to philosophize about Freud, Marx and Adorno. About society, force and anxiety. My psyche seemed to be this essence which I was able to comprehend more emphatically than ever before. This vulnerable, immaterial entity in the midst of a hostile and cruel world. “Anxiety is taking over…”. Again, Markus saved me from stepping over the edge of fear.
Several scenes and thoughts repeated in the course of the night, I can’t tell how often. For example a journey to the bathroom, that Markus accompanied me every time, started out the same way, all the six or seven times that I went there.
Over time my thoughts became clearer and the intoxication ebbed away slowly. I kept moving around, dancing slowly and merging with the music until I eventually lied down again. By that time I regained more and more connection to reality again. My memories came to rest and I could feel the intensely warm and calming blanket. I was exhausted. My body felt heavy and my muscles were weak. I still had visuals, patterns appeared in front of my eyes, lights and colours were still intense and objects changed their size and expansion.
Neither of us could sleep and we shared our experiences every now and then and tried to remember the many details of the night. Around seven in the morning, we still had not slept yet, we made pasta and I tried to eat a little bit. The whole night felt like a lifetime; last evening seemed so distant because time had passed by so slowly.
Around 8 am I could finally fall asleep for a couple of hours.
At the next day I took off immediately after getting up. I still had after effects: the streets seemed more plastic and the whole world was drowned with calmness. I was paying attention to the reflections of the sun, to the patterns of the brick, to the talk of people on the train. I was calm and tired after my long journey and the various phases and insights of the last night were reappearing in front of my inner eye.
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