lazydullard
Bluelighter
I have consumed DXM around 50 times total. My goal here was to make sure that I could "brag" that I had been to the third plateau for sure. I definitely overshot this goal.
I calculated out a dose of 15.1mg/kg for this trip. I weigh 123 kg, so this turned out to be 3 bottles of robo max, and 3 jars of robo cough gels.
12:00am
I began consuming all the cough medicine.
12:26am
I finished consuming all the medicines. I write a note on my computer explaining that if I die, it was an accident. However, I do not think that is likely. I feel confident and excited about the experience. I anticipate effects within the hour, since I had only two light meals during the day.
12:51am
I notice that the dxm has began to effect me. My notes state that I feel "stupid." DXM does not commonly make me stupid, but it's not unusual.
1:05am
The trip is much more "mental" than usual. Language is harder to comprehend and use. MY short-term memory is impaired, and it requires heavy concentration to hold thoughts. I have to pause many moments before speaking, and can only speak in short sentences. I cannot understand spoken sentences longer than 5 words.
My vision is "vibrating." The image I see is constantly shuddering and shaking up and down at a very quick pace. The outer edges of my peripheral vision is swirling like someone smearing a wet finger in circles on a water€ painting. I cannot comprehend anything i see in my peripheral vision.
When I close my eyes, I see a huge expanse of perfect black. Then large "Waves" composed of thousands of little dots of dark purple, shiny purple, and silvery-pink begin flowing across the darkness, looking like turbulent ocean waves. The waves flow "outward", farther away from me, and it seems I can perceive them as they flow out infinitely away from me.
1:17
My head feels like there is a lot of pressure in it. It feels like it's stuffed as full as possible with warm cotton. A combination of alcohol/cannibas buzz feeling.
1:21
I turn on music and close my eyes. I just ride the "dot matrix ocean" I see before my eyes, and the music is intense and omni- present. It's like I'm not hearing the music, but rather the music is a part of my being. When I open my eyes and sit up to change the music, my whole vision blurs and shakes, and really it feels like my whole "being" shakes. My being is my "consciousness." My body isn't included; I'm scarcely aware of any sensations from it.
1:41
In a drugged stupor, I find a stash of two bottles of robo max and I consume them. I'm sweating heavily. I write a note than I'm still in familiar territory, but I cannot remember how to spell territory, for some reason. The spelling is specifically blocked from my memory. I spell it 4 different ways, each way being incorrect.
1:43
Suddenly I stare at my computer screen and wonder if I took cough syrup. I realize, quickly, that I did, and then lay back down to listen to music.
1:45
These are the final notes I took:
hard to type.....
CEVs..... loook like a atom cluster. i know it doesn't but I have tow ritew that.
intense... feels like I have different eyes sometimes... new eyes.....
close my ey
es and im' in a differenyt world....
blah. now i feel bloated. which i blesssedly didn'y for a while....
rrim im im im im im im highh wexplode into the multulteversese............
At this point, the experience was too powerful for me to continue writing. I distinctly remember slowly feeling my body become dissociated. I no longer heard through my ears; the music was just a part of my consciousness. When I had "new eyes" I meant that I no longer felt that I was "seeing". Instead, like music, the images before my eyes were a part of me, and I could not comprehend them. I stared at an end table for many minutes, and I could not recognize it. My memory of the layout of my house told me that it was an end table. But the sight of it made no sense at all. It just looked like a bunch of colors. My vision was completely 2-dimensional. Everything just looked like a pixelated painting, except it vibrated and swirled in the way I described earlier.
I knew I had taken a major dose. In all my earlier DXM experiences, I would become dissociated from every function and feeling of my body except one: my breath. It was the feeling that held me together. Confirmed that I was a human. I knew that shortly, I would no longer be able to feel my breathing. I would no longer be able to taste the air past my nose and lips, I would not be able to feel my lungs swell with air, then exhude my hot breath out.
I Wondered if I was going to be afraid when that happened. But I was excited, too, because that would take away the final string of my identity. I wondered what I would see or feel when that happened? So, I listened and felt my breath for a long time. Until, eventually, I didn't. My lungs were gone. My heartbeat was gone. My body was gone. I knew I was still breathing -- because I was alive. But there was nothing. I was just a small, small bundle of thought. And that was everything. The music could no longer reach me. I no longer had CEVs; indeed, I no longer had vision of any kind. All I had and was a small mixture of thoughts and feelings.
I felt curious. I felt calm, peaceful. Content. My thoughts were concerned over how I felt. Eventually, my feelings left me; and thus, so did my thoughts.
The next moment I realized anything was 37 hours after my initial dose. My brother was watching TV; I had fallen asleep on the couch. Or I had been in a coma on the couch? I opened my eyes, and my vision was choppy. My peripheals no longer swirled, but I could not make sense of anything. My vision was flicking up and down like a movie reel that was put in incorrectly. My brothers face was melted and elongated, snaked around the couch he was sitting on. I stared hard at it. It took me nearly 10 minutes to recognize him. Alarmed, I went back to sleep.
At 9pm that evening, my parents had cooked dinner. I got up and ate. My vision was nearly normal, just really fuzzy and pixelated, like I was playing doom. That was normal for a DXM comedown. My sense of balance was still gone. I could only stand up straight by relying on the feeling of the muscles in my legs and that my vision was horozontial. If I closed my eyes or stopped concentrating on my legs, I would fall.
My vision had return to near-normal after 60 hours, but I did not get my sense of balance back for 11 days.
If anyone is planning a 4th-plateau trip, let me assure you: there is nothing there.
I calculated out a dose of 15.1mg/kg for this trip. I weigh 123 kg, so this turned out to be 3 bottles of robo max, and 3 jars of robo cough gels.
12:00am
I began consuming all the cough medicine.
12:26am
I finished consuming all the medicines. I write a note on my computer explaining that if I die, it was an accident. However, I do not think that is likely. I feel confident and excited about the experience. I anticipate effects within the hour, since I had only two light meals during the day.
12:51am
I notice that the dxm has began to effect me. My notes state that I feel "stupid." DXM does not commonly make me stupid, but it's not unusual.
1:05am
The trip is much more "mental" than usual. Language is harder to comprehend and use. MY short-term memory is impaired, and it requires heavy concentration to hold thoughts. I have to pause many moments before speaking, and can only speak in short sentences. I cannot understand spoken sentences longer than 5 words.
My vision is "vibrating." The image I see is constantly shuddering and shaking up and down at a very quick pace. The outer edges of my peripheral vision is swirling like someone smearing a wet finger in circles on a water€ painting. I cannot comprehend anything i see in my peripheral vision.
When I close my eyes, I see a huge expanse of perfect black. Then large "Waves" composed of thousands of little dots of dark purple, shiny purple, and silvery-pink begin flowing across the darkness, looking like turbulent ocean waves. The waves flow "outward", farther away from me, and it seems I can perceive them as they flow out infinitely away from me.
1:17
My head feels like there is a lot of pressure in it. It feels like it's stuffed as full as possible with warm cotton. A combination of alcohol/cannibas buzz feeling.
1:21
I turn on music and close my eyes. I just ride the "dot matrix ocean" I see before my eyes, and the music is intense and omni- present. It's like I'm not hearing the music, but rather the music is a part of my being. When I open my eyes and sit up to change the music, my whole vision blurs and shakes, and really it feels like my whole "being" shakes. My being is my "consciousness." My body isn't included; I'm scarcely aware of any sensations from it.
1:41
In a drugged stupor, I find a stash of two bottles of robo max and I consume them. I'm sweating heavily. I write a note than I'm still in familiar territory, but I cannot remember how to spell territory, for some reason. The spelling is specifically blocked from my memory. I spell it 4 different ways, each way being incorrect.
1:43
Suddenly I stare at my computer screen and wonder if I took cough syrup. I realize, quickly, that I did, and then lay back down to listen to music.
1:45
These are the final notes I took:
hard to type.....
CEVs..... loook like a atom cluster. i know it doesn't but I have tow ritew that.
intense... feels like I have different eyes sometimes... new eyes.....
close my ey
es and im' in a differenyt world....
blah. now i feel bloated. which i blesssedly didn'y for a while....
rrim im im im im im im highh wexplode into the multulteversese............
At this point, the experience was too powerful for me to continue writing. I distinctly remember slowly feeling my body become dissociated. I no longer heard through my ears; the music was just a part of my consciousness. When I had "new eyes" I meant that I no longer felt that I was "seeing". Instead, like music, the images before my eyes were a part of me, and I could not comprehend them. I stared at an end table for many minutes, and I could not recognize it. My memory of the layout of my house told me that it was an end table. But the sight of it made no sense at all. It just looked like a bunch of colors. My vision was completely 2-dimensional. Everything just looked like a pixelated painting, except it vibrated and swirled in the way I described earlier.
I knew I had taken a major dose. In all my earlier DXM experiences, I would become dissociated from every function and feeling of my body except one: my breath. It was the feeling that held me together. Confirmed that I was a human. I knew that shortly, I would no longer be able to feel my breathing. I would no longer be able to taste the air past my nose and lips, I would not be able to feel my lungs swell with air, then exhude my hot breath out.
I Wondered if I was going to be afraid when that happened. But I was excited, too, because that would take away the final string of my identity. I wondered what I would see or feel when that happened? So, I listened and felt my breath for a long time. Until, eventually, I didn't. My lungs were gone. My heartbeat was gone. My body was gone. I knew I was still breathing -- because I was alive. But there was nothing. I was just a small, small bundle of thought. And that was everything. The music could no longer reach me. I no longer had CEVs; indeed, I no longer had vision of any kind. All I had and was a small mixture of thoughts and feelings.
I felt curious. I felt calm, peaceful. Content. My thoughts were concerned over how I felt. Eventually, my feelings left me; and thus, so did my thoughts.
The next moment I realized anything was 37 hours after my initial dose. My brother was watching TV; I had fallen asleep on the couch. Or I had been in a coma on the couch? I opened my eyes, and my vision was choppy. My peripheals no longer swirled, but I could not make sense of anything. My vision was flicking up and down like a movie reel that was put in incorrectly. My brothers face was melted and elongated, snaked around the couch he was sitting on. I stared hard at it. It took me nearly 10 minutes to recognize him. Alarmed, I went back to sleep.
At 9pm that evening, my parents had cooked dinner. I got up and ate. My vision was nearly normal, just really fuzzy and pixelated, like I was playing doom. That was normal for a DXM comedown. My sense of balance was still gone. I could only stand up straight by relying on the feeling of the muscles in my legs and that my vision was horozontial. If I closed my eyes or stopped concentrating on my legs, I would fall.
My vision had return to near-normal after 60 hours, but I did not get my sense of balance back for 11 days.
If anyone is planning a 4th-plateau trip, let me assure you: there is nothing there.
