Before Work (525 mg DXM, 4 joints of marijuana)

[ForEverAfter]

4:00pm – I wake up, as my girlfriend is leaving for the shops. I tell her I want to go with her, but she says there's no time. I’m fucking tired. Got less than 6 hours sleep. I should just go back to sleep, but I don’t. I get up. As I wander through the house, I hear the sounds of her her car backing out... I’ve got to work, at about 2:30 in the morning local time. If I don’t get some more sleep, I’m going to feel run down when I log on… But, I don’t want to sleep. It’s too hot.

So, I crank the AC and play The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds on my girlfriend’s 3DS.

8:45pm – My girlfriend comes home from the shops. I tell her I’m going to the pharmacy to get some DXM. I take her car, and pull into the parking lot of my local shop. There’s chick in the car next to me, staring at me. I watch her, peripherally. She’s maybe 18-19 years old.

There’s a customer talking to the pharmacist about his back pain, really over selling it. The guy wants some decent pills with codiene in them, and the pharmacist knows why he wants them, but he goes through the whole routine anyway. He’s in his thirties, like me. Unshaven, like me.
When I get back to the car, I put the bottle of Robo on the top.

The car next to me is full. In the back seat are two more young adults, one of them holding a large cask of white wine… The guy with the codeine is the driver. We return to our cars at the same time.

9:10 – I measure some syrup into a glass with a couple of blocks of ice. I take a considerable amount more care to measure it, than previously, but I end up making a mistake anyway. I accidentally pour myself 175ml of syrup, rather than 150ml (which would make my normal dose of 450mg DXM).

I’ve never used ice blocks with DXM before, just decided to because it was a hot day. I wasn’t sure how it would affect consumption… I haven’t eaten anything, today.

9:20 – Having let it cool down, I drink it. The reduced temperature makes it much easier to consume.

9:30 – I go brush my teeth, to get the taste out of my mouth and the sugar off my teeth. Then, I smoke a small green joint. The joint contains aproximately two points of marijuana. I mix two strains of weed together. One of them is weaker than the local average and the other is about average.

9:40 – My head feels a little lighter. The DXM has started kicking in. I’m surprised. It’s been so long since, I forgot how quick the onset can be…

9:50 – I smoke another joint.

10:05 – My head is very light. My face is throbbing. My brain feels like it’s floating around in a pool of happily simmering liquid. I start listening to a jazz drum solo, and writhing around on the floor. DXM enables me to love all kinds of music… more than any other drug, I think.
The variability of experience is something that appeals to me about dextromethorphan. It’s an unpredictable drug. Like jazz. The drummer is like God. Jazz is music, with less context than usual.

I admire the possibilities.

I roll around on the floor. A mix between interpretative dance and stretching.
If I had to attribute it (my routine) to any particular animal, I’d say a dextrous slug.

At some point I vomit the bulk of the syrup, into the toilet bowl, having absorbed the active ingredients.

11:30 – My head has gone on various roller coasers.

Listening to Mr Bungle, California, while my girlfriend feeds me news headlines off her phone.

Malaria has killed half of the current human population of the earth.

There’s a place in Mexico, where every 1 million people 1477 are murdered.

Weird shit like that.

I continue my weird floor-rolling / break-dancing / interpretative dance shit.

She feeds me more murder.

I feel sick. I eat a piece of celery.

I’m concerned that the nausea isn’t going to pass, on account of the empty stomach,

Was it a mistake to not eat?

I go to the toilet, but I don’t vomit.

Then, finally, the nasuea passes.

My girlfriend wants to have sex.

Having explained to her that DXM causes me to have everlasting erections with drastically reduced senstation, has not disuaded her.

I’m not particularly interested in sex, so I take my time.

I smoke another joint.

I’ve reached a plateau, at this point.

There is a bubble of dissociation between me and the world.

I am here but I am not. I chat about shit with my girlfriend.

She’s somewhat impatient, as always, because she’s a nymphomaniac.

The trip, however, is quite insightful. Much more so than than your average DXM madness.

With dissociatives, there’s none of the confrontational aspect of psychedelics. In other words: my perspective has been altered, allowing me to see myself relative to mysel, and – yet – I am perfectly calm… I use the opportunity to scan through my psyche and defragment accordingly.

I finish the joint and go lie down on the bed.

…

Oral sex feels like nothing.

Vaginal sex is good, but like 10% of what it should be.

I am fucking my girlfriend, but I’m removed from the situation.

When she is satisfied, we stop and my erection subsides.

I lie there for a while, dissociated, chatting to her.

Very strong closed-eye hallucinations that remain, for some time, when I open my eyes.

I’m bored with hallucinations. I’ve spent enough time studying them.

2:30am - I spring out of bed, suddenly.

My posture is greatly improved.

My back feels amazing.

3:30 - I roll up another joint, and log on.

 

[Starg8]

Great write up! I for one have been trying to decide if this is something I want to try. I am familiar with other dissociatives & pschydelics and usually love them. Thanks for sharing your experience!

 

[Xorkoth]

Nice read, thanks for sharing. I liked your descriptions of how you felt about sex at the time. I definitely am often not interested in sex on psychedelics, and especially dissociatives. Depends on the situation except really on dissociatives it's pretty much never. The girl I'm seeing likes to have a lot of sex, and I like that so I avoid dissociatives when we're going to hang out. Of course if you live with someone then you're always hanging out.

 

[d-nihl]

Nice read, thanks for sharing. I liked your descriptions of how you felt about sex at the time. I definitely am often not interested in sex on psychedelics, and especially dissociatives. Depends on the situation except really on dissociatives it's pretty much never. The girl I'm seeing likes to have a lot of sex, and I like that so I avoid dissociatives when we're going to hang out. Of course if you live with someone then you're always hanging out.

you know im the opposite (I think) tho ive never had the chance to try it yet unfortunately lol, I have always wanted to have sex on acid/mush, those type of things. xtc and/or "mda/mdma makes me way less horny than a strong trip. idk why its strange, and coke does not make me want to have sex. weird. I think it does at first but I quickly change my mind. unless im REALLY horny.

 

[Xorkoth]

Yeah I can get into sex on psychedelics, and sometimes I really want to regardless of whether the opportunity is there or not. Usually though it's like, unless someone is trying to have sex with me I'm thinking about other things instead. If I'm tripping with someone cool and down, then I'm a lot more likely to think about and want sex.

 

[Ethyl_Acetate]

Great to see you're off the meth binges ForEverAfter! Beautifully written experience as always - if you write or have written a novel I'd be interested in reading it

 

[AustinAllenRaney]

dude iv had some crazy fucking experiences with c's man, the most iv ever took is 4 boxes which is probably too much lol I usually stick to 2 boxes of c's and smoke some weed, the weed makes c's kick in so so much faster, too anyone wanting to try triple c's for the first time, take about 2 boxes, and smoke a few bowls of weed, or hell smoke a fucking blunt, why? cuss blunts are the shit, and while ur waiting for the c's to kick in u will be stoned already, then when the c's finally doo kick in, BAM!!!! WELCOME TO THE ASTRAL PLANE, things are not what they seem!!!! :D

 

[Xorkoth]

No one should ever take Coricidin (triple Cs) because of the chlorpheniramine maleate in them. At the doses you take it in for sufficient DXM to trip, it causes brain damage. Someone from a nearby school when I was in high school died from 3 boxes.

And if you must try it, DO NOT take 2 boxes at once your first time. I knew another kid who was in the hospital for a week after he took 2 boxes. It's seriously really bad for you. Take things that contain ONLY DXM. The trip is a lot better that way anyway, the CPM in Coricidin makes it all delerious compared to DXM, besides the brain damage. I took it 10 times in my life (at 1 to 1.5 boxes), and after the last time I didn't feel right for quite a while, I was having trouble with words and I was really dissociated and depressed for months. I had a lot of fun at first and I didn't think it felt bad, but it got worse and worse.

 

[ForEverAfter]

I miscalculated the dose for my last trip. I thought I’d measured out 175 ml of syrup (containing 525 mg of dextromethorphan), but it turns out I’d only poured 125 ml (containing 375 mg)… This surprises me, since I enjoyed myself considerablly and I would never intentionally have such a low dose of DXM unless I’m mixing it with other psychedelics. My usual dose is around 450 mg. Maximum dose is 600 mg. I’ve had more than that (up to 1200 mg) before but the experience tends to be a bit messy and I don’t remember enough of it...

It’d been a long time since I’d had DXM, before my last experience / report. Over half a year, so I guess I’d forgotten how intense my usual dose is. I’m returning to it tonight.

11:42 pm – Consumed 450 mg of dextromethorphan in a glass containing 150 ml chilled Robotussin Dry Cough Forte cough syrup. There’s some syrup at the bottom of the glass, under the ice blocks that trickles down really too slowly. I refill the glass with water and drink it, diluted, then brush my teeth to get rid of the sugar / taste… My stomach is full to capacity. The syrup should take longer than last time, to kick in…

11:58 pm – I smoke a joint and watch the latest episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. By the end of the episode I can feel the initial effects. I put on another TV show. The effects continue to increase, gradually.

12:45 pm – After the show is finished, I stand up and fall in slow motion to my feet, collapsing at a weird angle on my girlfriend’s knee. I talk to her about, jokingly, about cracking her head open with a chisel and scooping out her brains. She humours me.

1:04 am – It’s coming up on me, now. A wave of dissociation. I am being peeled away from reality… If I close my eyes and turn my head, the light reflecting onto my eyelids from the television screen creates patterns in my mind. I touch my eyelids, gently, painting beautiful nonsense in the darkness.

1:08 am – I pick up my television remote and click on the speech recognition button. My voice sounds weird. I say, “Find Bohemian Raphsody on Youtube,” and – seconds later – the video pops up on my television screen, after an short advertisement. I reconigze, in my dissociated state, that the ad would have annoyed me if I was sober. It does not annoy me, now. It is a curiosity. It is at a safe distance. The song comes on, and my girlfriend – who has a beautiful voice – starts singing along from the kitchen.
I am nice and stoned. The joint, before, was pretty strong… and it was the second for the day.
The onset of the dextromethorphan trip has taken the edge off the weed. I recognize that the muscles in my back are tight and sore, as ever, but I cannot really feel them… or, at least, I’m removed from the feeling once or twice.
The song finishes. I verbally request Norwegian Wood. The television abides.

2:05 am – I’m having a conversation with my girlfriend.
“There is no balance,” I say.
“Between what?”
“Knowing too much and knowing too little: there’s no comfort zone. We look back at history and put pins in it: pre-history; the garden of Eden; before then; Now… But, there is no ideal.”
I’m not sure she understands what I mean.
I am also not sure, having written it down, if it will make any sense to you as you read it.
I am peeling further and furhter away now, surfing on that moment before dissociation happens. Looking over the edge…

2:15 am – My cat, Sweetheart, comes to sit on my lap. I am wearing my girlfriend’s pink dressing gown. Sitting on the shag carpet in front of my enormous television. She purs. I scratch her and masssage her like a professional. I find no joy in doing it, but I do it perfectly. My cats gravitate towads me a bit more, I think, when I’m high because they know – from experience – that I’m more likely to play.
I am sittting cross-legged. The parts of my body that are touching things appear to exist more than the other parts of my body... I can feel the black hard plastic glasses, for example, balancing on my face: so, it feels like that part of my face is sort of floating there, partially disembodied.
I can feel my thighs and my ankles against the floor. Damn gravity. I need to invest in a sensory deprivation tank, one day.

2:20 am – I have sex with my girlfriend. I’m almost totally dissociated. I tell her, jokingly, “You’re having sex with a corpse.” After some time, I stop. It is good but I am removed from it and I’m not going to cum. My erection obediently obliges and returns to a state of flaccidness.

2:46 am – I redose, consuming another 100 ml of chilled Robotussin Dry Cough Forte cough syrup. I tip the entire glass down my throat this time, swalowing large sharp looking pieces of glass. I imagine them, close up, ripping me to pieces as they go down my esophagus…
All of a sudden, I don’t know if it is normal to consume large pieces of ice like this.
As I watch a big multi-pronged mother fucker of an ice block slide down towards my tonsils, I don’t have any natural reaction. This is a trait of disscociatives. It’s like you’re dealing with everything for the first time… The ice is foreign. Should I be consuming it, like this? (Am I , in my current state, a trustworthy caregiver for myself?) It doesn’t kill me.
I almost forget to brush my teeth.
This shit is like liquid sugar.

3:02 am– I come back from the bathroom and I can’t remember if I brushed my teeth.
Did I just drink a glass of water?

3:05 am – I go back and brush my teeth and have a long relaxing bath. My mind wanders

…

3:37 am – I don’t feel well. The second dose is coming up, separately. They’re not getting along as I hoped they would (the two doses). I’m naked, now, except for the pink dressing gown and the pikachu slippers on my feet. I don’t know what to do. My girlfriend says she doesn’t mind me playing music in the middle of the night and that she can sleep through it, but I am convinced it affects her sleep. So, to improve the quality of her sleep, and my neighbours, I should lie down and listen to music on my headphones. The reduced comfort of large high-definition headphones, when lying in certain positions, is irrelevant when you’re dissociated anyway.

3:45 am – Shit, it’s coming on strong now.
Whatever you do at this point is vital.
I need to listen to the right music. It’s like releasing jettison into deep space.
Whatever you’re doing at the start of a hole, stretches according to it’s initial trajectory.
I put on System of a Down's self titled album.

3:48 am – I’ve got to roll a joint. Sentence structure is seriously comprimsed.

3:52 am – My cat, Sweetheart, jumps up on me again and – without thinking –I flip her over on her back and start rubbing her tummy. She is purring loudly. She’s a very malleable cat. She knows I am very high and she reads my energy accordingly. Her approach is not cautious. She knows she will get pats.
I’m still patting her as I’m typing, and I type pretty fast.
She reachs out a lazy paw towards the keyboard.
(She says, “Hello.”)

4:03 am - I’m having difficulty focusing now.
Still haven’t managed to do that joint.
With Sweetheart distracting me.
I fart on her then go take a piss.

4:08 am – I roll the joint. It’s so hard to do. It’s like fucking origami.
The joint is in my mouth. I struggled to find a lighter. It was right in front of me.
Now I have both the joint and the lighter. Still, I’m confsued somehow.
The lighter hardly has any gas. I used it to light a candle.

4:19 am –The candle doesn’t have much wax. It just went out.
I smoke the joint.

4:36 am –Freak out. Have to take off the headphones.
I've already listened to the entire album, anyway.
Burp up cough syrup tasting gas.
Get stuck in nothing for a while.
Then force motion.
I mark mysel f off on the dooorframe that doesn’t end.
I’m not sure why I like this state. It is a state of nothing. But, I do like it.

….

I lie down on the couch in silence, with my eyes closed and think.
I then move to the bedroom. My girlfriend is sleeping next to me.

I remain perfectly still and explore my thoughts.
My insights are career-related. I used the headspace I have created to strategize.
DXM lends itself quite welll to business. It helps. Far more than alcohol, anyway.

I sink, further and further, into the abyss.
Eventually I fall asleep.

 

[Mysterie]

She knows I am very high and she reads my energy accordingly. Her approach is not cautious. She knows she will get pats.

Especially enjoyed that passage

I'd try dxm again but I find stomaching multiple shots of cough syrup to be very punishing on my body.