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Bluelighter
Hello Bluelight,
I had a good reception for my 4-ACO-MiPT trip report so I humbly present to you my report on the combination mentioned in the thread title.
Oral DXM 900mg
Smoked Marijuana 2 hits
Inhaled Nitrous 3 hits
Oral Diphenhydramine 50mg
I am experienced with this drug combination in lower amounts, and with the individual drugs in similar amounts.
NOTE: I abandon timestamps after t+1:20 because DXM completely shatters my perception of the passage of time and estimation of the current time; suffice it to say I fell asleep at t+5:20 with the DXM effects still going strong.
NOTE2: This is a mid-3rd plateau dose for me because I'm a big guy (275lbs).
Mindset: I have just finished class for the semester, and have absolutely no obligations until Sunday. I have been eating a healthy and vitamin-rich diet for the last few days as part of a diet I've been trying to implement, so my perception of self is high. I last took DXM 2 days prior with 675mg orally, with more marijuana and the same amount of nitrous, which in the end turned out not to matter at all, but which I put in for the sake of completeness.
Setting: In my dorm room with my roommates; we all decided just to sit around and chill out because class was finally over. I told my roommates I was going to trip and they were agreeable, saying they'd make sure I didn't do anything silly and that they'd help me out if I needed it; a very supportive setting.
T+0:00 – Ingest 60 Robitussin cough gels over a ten-minute period. These take a while for me, about 1:20 – 1:40 for the come-up, so I just sit around listening to music and chatting on the computer and with my roommate N. I have a very strong gag reflex for cough gels, so swallowing sixty made me nauseous for some time, but not to the point where I had to work not to puke—just uncomfortable. This faded about 30 minutes following ingestion.
T+0:20 – Take 2 Benadryl to pre-empt the itching and nausea that I suffer from DXM.
T+0:40 – It is my friend W's birthday and he wants me to come to his room to watch some Arrested Development and eat cake. W and his friends are non-drug users and religious, so I agree to watch some, but mention that I feel sick and might have to leave.
T+1:20 – Halfway through the second episode, the room starts spinning slightly and I start laughing more pronounced, becoming more talkative. Realizing I don't have long before I'm effectively incapable of normal speech and action, I excuse myself and return to my room. Walking is exceptionally hard, and I have to hold tightly to the railing to keep from stumbling over stairs; my nausea is mounting and upon getting to my room I contemplate vomiting—I decide not to, and (a first for high-dose DXM for me) do not for the rest of the night.
I smoke some marijuana with my roommmate A; the last time I smoked on DXM I got very stoned and the combination made me very panicky, so this time I chose to take only 2 medium-sized hits. Enough to feel the marijuana, but not enough to get me truly stoned.
From this point on, the word 'alien' is a prominent descriptor of the trip's character. Though I was in a familiar setting, with familiar faces, everything was alien—the room felt like I had never been in it before, I wasn't sure where I was, and the landscape seemed other-worldly. My roommates' faces, too, seemed distorted and oddly non-human. The 'entities' I will endeavor to describe shortly were also extra-terrestrial in some respects.
After smoking, I believe I sat in P and A's room for a few minutes before returning to my room (we have 2 rooms connected by a bathroom). I decided that now would be a good time to inhale the nitrous I had got. As a preface to the experience description, I offer a sound recording about 8 minutes in length of me inhaling the nitrous, and narrating my experience / talking to the entities I sensed.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/6ac4so
If this doesn't work I should be available on AIM at SuperUberTek and I can send it to you.
After the nitrous, I began 'automatic talking.' This is a technique I've dabbled in sober, as a method for finding creative ideas. It involves talking without any care to what you're saying, in the hopes that it becomes automatic and subliminal thoughts surface; this experience was not deliberate, it just started happening—my roommate A later commented I might have just done it because the microphone was on, but I feel my experience was genuine. The words and sounds I repeat are ones that feel nice to say; pleasurable (probably for its meaning), and “A—E” for its open sound.
As the nitrous peaked and began to diminish, I felt as though I had split in two; one of me was at another point in the room staring at the 'me' sitting in the lounge chair; I could sense this other-me and began speaking to it. As you'll hear in the audio clip, when I say 'hello' other-me replied with 'hello,' though I felt that other-me was a discrete, sentient being. Other-me transmitted his thoughts on me to my mind, and seemed to offer an objective evaluation of my life—this is why I thank other-me, the entity, for visiting me. It was a very schizophrenic experience.
I only get one visual on DXM, and it is very strong. It is an OEV that makes everything look blurry (like snow on a TV, or what one sees when one pushes on one's eyeballs with eyes closed). I also constantly get the feeling that my words are extremely slurred and quiet/garbled, though everyone I've asked says that I speak with perfect diction, in fact more concise and clear than when I'm sober (probably as a result of over-compensation).
I go lie down on the couch in P and A's room, and one of them gets me a blanket because I'm complaining about being cold. I lie and sit here in various positions for what I would estimate to be 2 hours, talking to them and enjoying the perceptions. My sense of time and reality has been smashed and thrown away, and I continually ask about whether things in the recent past actually happened, or whether they were dreams. I ask A about whether we actually smoked weed, which he confirms.
At some point in this state, I encounter another being, whom I repeatedly referred to as the 'entity.' The entity is invisible, though a sparkling green outline hints her appearance, at times. I exchange words with this entity, and the others in the room (all sober but for a few shots of liquor apiece) question my speech. I try to explain the entity to them, but just end up saying the words 'entity' and 'congratulations' over and over again. I cannot, unfortunately, remember the words or sensations that I exchanged with this entity. 'She' was most certainly a feminine figure—not an earth mother type feminine, but something I found attractive in a strange way—though certainly not human by any means.
I should point out an odd sensation here; it is impossible for me to follow conversations word-for-word. However, I can still understand what is being said in the conversation. It is as though the drugs have encapsulated (to use a programming term) my speech recognition and understanding methods, returning to me only the meaning of what has been said. To this end, I laugh when jokes are said, understand stories that are being told, and am able to respond intelligibly to others. This response, too, is encapsulated—I can't understand how I am responding, but the normal looks on the other conversation participants' faces tell me that I'm making the right responses. It is as though my entire speech system is a black box and I must just trust it to work.
This trip was almost entirely positive and pleasant, but I feel I should narrate one difficult experience (or rather, difficult person). S, a friend of ours and also one very experienced with psychotropics, came into the room and knew pretty quickly that I was tripping. When he asked on what, and I responded, he told me that I was a loser for doing the drug. Later, I told him I thought that my third eye was being opened by the experience (since he has done psychedelics and the like before, I figured he would understand). He promptly responded: “you're an idiot if you think robotripping can open your third eye.” He also made a joke about my weight before my roommates were kind enough to do what I couldn't, and tell him to shut up or get out. While not as vulnerable as on psychedelics, his malice had an effect on my trip which caused it to take a downturn for about a half hour after the discussion.
I have tripped on high doses of DXM before; about 2.5 years ago I took 1100mg, and while it was probably more intense than this, I was not mature enough to reconcile the experience with my life. I can honestly say this is the most meaningful DXM experience that I have ever had, and as I mentioned to my friend S, I think that my third eye has begun to lift its eyelid, however slightly. I have always been fascinated by the experience of 'entities' on dissociatives and powerful psychedelics such as DMT, and I was ecstatic to finally experience one, even if it was just a ghost of what many experiences seem to describe. This was a truly amazing, albeit incredibly intense experience and I plan on experimenting with DXM more once I have wholly recovered from this education.
Thank you for reading
I had a good reception for my 4-ACO-MiPT trip report so I humbly present to you my report on the combination mentioned in the thread title.
Oral DXM 900mg
Smoked Marijuana 2 hits
Inhaled Nitrous 3 hits
Oral Diphenhydramine 50mg
I am experienced with this drug combination in lower amounts, and with the individual drugs in similar amounts.
NOTE: I abandon timestamps after t+1:20 because DXM completely shatters my perception of the passage of time and estimation of the current time; suffice it to say I fell asleep at t+5:20 with the DXM effects still going strong.
NOTE2: This is a mid-3rd plateau dose for me because I'm a big guy (275lbs).
Mindset: I have just finished class for the semester, and have absolutely no obligations until Sunday. I have been eating a healthy and vitamin-rich diet for the last few days as part of a diet I've been trying to implement, so my perception of self is high. I last took DXM 2 days prior with 675mg orally, with more marijuana and the same amount of nitrous, which in the end turned out not to matter at all, but which I put in for the sake of completeness.
Setting: In my dorm room with my roommates; we all decided just to sit around and chill out because class was finally over. I told my roommates I was going to trip and they were agreeable, saying they'd make sure I didn't do anything silly and that they'd help me out if I needed it; a very supportive setting.
T+0:00 – Ingest 60 Robitussin cough gels over a ten-minute period. These take a while for me, about 1:20 – 1:40 for the come-up, so I just sit around listening to music and chatting on the computer and with my roommate N. I have a very strong gag reflex for cough gels, so swallowing sixty made me nauseous for some time, but not to the point where I had to work not to puke—just uncomfortable. This faded about 30 minutes following ingestion.
T+0:20 – Take 2 Benadryl to pre-empt the itching and nausea that I suffer from DXM.
T+0:40 – It is my friend W's birthday and he wants me to come to his room to watch some Arrested Development and eat cake. W and his friends are non-drug users and religious, so I agree to watch some, but mention that I feel sick and might have to leave.
T+1:20 – Halfway through the second episode, the room starts spinning slightly and I start laughing more pronounced, becoming more talkative. Realizing I don't have long before I'm effectively incapable of normal speech and action, I excuse myself and return to my room. Walking is exceptionally hard, and I have to hold tightly to the railing to keep from stumbling over stairs; my nausea is mounting and upon getting to my room I contemplate vomiting—I decide not to, and (a first for high-dose DXM for me) do not for the rest of the night.
I smoke some marijuana with my roommmate A; the last time I smoked on DXM I got very stoned and the combination made me very panicky, so this time I chose to take only 2 medium-sized hits. Enough to feel the marijuana, but not enough to get me truly stoned.
From this point on, the word 'alien' is a prominent descriptor of the trip's character. Though I was in a familiar setting, with familiar faces, everything was alien—the room felt like I had never been in it before, I wasn't sure where I was, and the landscape seemed other-worldly. My roommates' faces, too, seemed distorted and oddly non-human. The 'entities' I will endeavor to describe shortly were also extra-terrestrial in some respects.
After smoking, I believe I sat in P and A's room for a few minutes before returning to my room (we have 2 rooms connected by a bathroom). I decided that now would be a good time to inhale the nitrous I had got. As a preface to the experience description, I offer a sound recording about 8 minutes in length of me inhaling the nitrous, and narrating my experience / talking to the entities I sensed.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/6ac4so
If this doesn't work I should be available on AIM at SuperUberTek and I can send it to you.
After the nitrous, I began 'automatic talking.' This is a technique I've dabbled in sober, as a method for finding creative ideas. It involves talking without any care to what you're saying, in the hopes that it becomes automatic and subliminal thoughts surface; this experience was not deliberate, it just started happening—my roommate A later commented I might have just done it because the microphone was on, but I feel my experience was genuine. The words and sounds I repeat are ones that feel nice to say; pleasurable (probably for its meaning), and “A—E” for its open sound.
As the nitrous peaked and began to diminish, I felt as though I had split in two; one of me was at another point in the room staring at the 'me' sitting in the lounge chair; I could sense this other-me and began speaking to it. As you'll hear in the audio clip, when I say 'hello' other-me replied with 'hello,' though I felt that other-me was a discrete, sentient being. Other-me transmitted his thoughts on me to my mind, and seemed to offer an objective evaluation of my life—this is why I thank other-me, the entity, for visiting me. It was a very schizophrenic experience.
I only get one visual on DXM, and it is very strong. It is an OEV that makes everything look blurry (like snow on a TV, or what one sees when one pushes on one's eyeballs with eyes closed). I also constantly get the feeling that my words are extremely slurred and quiet/garbled, though everyone I've asked says that I speak with perfect diction, in fact more concise and clear than when I'm sober (probably as a result of over-compensation).
I go lie down on the couch in P and A's room, and one of them gets me a blanket because I'm complaining about being cold. I lie and sit here in various positions for what I would estimate to be 2 hours, talking to them and enjoying the perceptions. My sense of time and reality has been smashed and thrown away, and I continually ask about whether things in the recent past actually happened, or whether they were dreams. I ask A about whether we actually smoked weed, which he confirms.
At some point in this state, I encounter another being, whom I repeatedly referred to as the 'entity.' The entity is invisible, though a sparkling green outline hints her appearance, at times. I exchange words with this entity, and the others in the room (all sober but for a few shots of liquor apiece) question my speech. I try to explain the entity to them, but just end up saying the words 'entity' and 'congratulations' over and over again. I cannot, unfortunately, remember the words or sensations that I exchanged with this entity. 'She' was most certainly a feminine figure—not an earth mother type feminine, but something I found attractive in a strange way—though certainly not human by any means.
I should point out an odd sensation here; it is impossible for me to follow conversations word-for-word. However, I can still understand what is being said in the conversation. It is as though the drugs have encapsulated (to use a programming term) my speech recognition and understanding methods, returning to me only the meaning of what has been said. To this end, I laugh when jokes are said, understand stories that are being told, and am able to respond intelligibly to others. This response, too, is encapsulated—I can't understand how I am responding, but the normal looks on the other conversation participants' faces tell me that I'm making the right responses. It is as though my entire speech system is a black box and I must just trust it to work.
This trip was almost entirely positive and pleasant, but I feel I should narrate one difficult experience (or rather, difficult person). S, a friend of ours and also one very experienced with psychotropics, came into the room and knew pretty quickly that I was tripping. When he asked on what, and I responded, he told me that I was a loser for doing the drug. Later, I told him I thought that my third eye was being opened by the experience (since he has done psychedelics and the like before, I figured he would understand). He promptly responded: “you're an idiot if you think robotripping can open your third eye.” He also made a joke about my weight before my roommates were kind enough to do what I couldn't, and tell him to shut up or get out. While not as vulnerable as on psychedelics, his malice had an effect on my trip which caused it to take a downturn for about a half hour after the discussion.
I have tripped on high doses of DXM before; about 2.5 years ago I took 1100mg, and while it was probably more intense than this, I was not mature enough to reconcile the experience with my life. I can honestly say this is the most meaningful DXM experience that I have ever had, and as I mentioned to my friend S, I think that my third eye has begun to lift its eyelid, however slightly. I have always been fascinated by the experience of 'entities' on dissociatives and powerful psychedelics such as DMT, and I was ecstatic to finally experience one, even if it was just a ghost of what many experiences seem to describe. This was a truly amazing, albeit incredibly intense experience and I plan on experimenting with DXM more once I have wholly recovered from this education.
Thank you for reading
