slippy sleeveen
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I have decided to post this report because it might have some signifance being that PCP is not often talked about on here and I have always found something seductively intriguing about the substance, although counting this venture, only tried it twice, and perhaps it might stay like that... I think so!
The night before some friends and I took a trip into the mountains east of our current location, where one of my friend's father brews his own beers so we were brought in to try test them and give our not-so-professional-nor-worth-anything opinion on them. So a long night proceeded, in which I was rather tipsy, crashed, felt fine, blah blah blah.
I wake up, some mates roll a joint, we walk into the woods and smoke some. I'm not usually very big into cannabis but decide to partake considering it is enjoyable in nature for me. We ended up helping his parents move a piano later that day... the cannabis did not help at all but oh well, we worked it out. It was then with discussion later on that we decided what we would partake in later that day. Some mate announced he had some dust so I was naturally hesistant... but decided to go with it, considering the only time I had attempted it before was unknowingly and it would be worth a shot going into it just to see what I could make of it.
We get to the cabin, and he conjures up the dust and mixes it in some pot. I light up, hold in that taste...that unusually alien taste, and release.... At first the usual stoning effect took, but after what seemed like a couple of minutes, I was feeling a very familiar disocciative feeling. I decided to take another hit and this time it sat better in me, more naturally, where as the first was a bit uncomfortable and like I said...awkward.The way in which I know a disocciative is kicking in is when my gums have this tingle run through them and then I know I am in for a ride. My mind kept running from extremely negative thinking to extremely positive...nothing in between, there was no stabalizing. I layed on the couch, but I could not get comfortable. Nothing I did would allow me to experience comfort...I was just aggitated and wanted this drug to wear off, and looking back on it, I had no idea why.
My friends began to play some Pink Floyd (I think) I'm not sure because my brain seemed to be having a time recognizing things. I just layed on the couch with my head buried in the seat and time is sort of remembered in frames from there on out. I had brief periods where I would enjoy the experience but then it would turn hellacious in an instant all over again.
After a couple of hours, I was beginning to enjoy myself, mainly because the dust was loosing its effect significantly and I was left with a body buzz similar to that of ketamine. It seemed like I might of blacked out during the expereince, because there is a lot of time that I have absolutely no recollection of. We decided to drive back to town and my friends were drinking beers while driving which I absolutely HATE and wanted to get out of the car but of course I couldn't.
When I arrived back in town, I decided to meet up with some friends at the pub down the street. We hung out for a bit and I decided that I was not going to drink because I wanted to finish the night with a good dose of DXM...something I had been contemplating trying again after some very rough rides many months ago. (I am very experienced with DXM and Ketamine, and use to have a bit of an addiction to the latter, but recently I have had some problems with taking disocciatives..so I've not touched any in a while...the dust incident above was the first in 5 months). I go to a friend's apartment,and watch some episodes of Lost season 2, and he decides to crash early. No worries...I'll just go up and eat my DXM... I prefer doing it alone usually anyways.
I take 300mg DXM in the form of the gelcaps, and then wait a half hour , and take 300mg more. I am sitting here, reading the big and dandy DXM thread, listening to music, and waiting for the substance to kick in. I am well assured I'll make this a positive experience because I feel I have resolved some issues in my life since my last trial. About an hour after taking the first 300mg, I am starting to notice that it is much harder to read and that the lights are having that extra aura around them. Talking to my friend becomes harder and harder, and I begin to feel that sense of euphoria you feel when the effects first start to kick in. It is very pleasant and I figure I'm in for a smooth experience, for once after so long.
Well if you will recall, I told you about that feeling of my gums tingling before the dust really took effect. The same happened with the DXM. It was about 2 hours after the first dosage and I just felt like a dam had been broken in my brain. My head immediately felt like it weighed 500lbs so I hit the floor, pronto. At first the effects were pleasant, but very soon in, I started to feel like something was truly wrong with my head, but I tried to ignore it. My CEV's were as intense as ever, very real and lucid, and I would actually have conversations with people I was conjuring in my imagination. It was as though I had fallen into a dream...and I realized then, that the dissociatve experiences are sometimes not very different from dreams, atleast in how your imagination works.
I was having fun with this until something horrified the piss out of me. I suddenly felt that I was a schizophrenic and that these figures I was conjuring up in my mind were always there and always coversing with me. I felt like I was actually having conversations with someone sitting atop my bed next to me. It scared me because I felt like this was something that was there when I was sober...and so the downward spiral began.
The intensity of the experience just keeps growing and growing. I wanted nothing more than to come down and be normal again. It is a long ride yet as I try to make out the time on my clock but everything is flanging in my visual realm. I could NOT get my head up off the floor... it just would not seem normal. It felt like I was actually falling up and the ONLY way I could be comfortable was by putting myself in an arc with my head on the floor and my knees on the floor on the other end, and covering my head with my blanket. One thing that I noticed was that I was living inside my music... an ambient/drum and bass mix by LTJ Bukem mostly, so I felt like I was the emotion within the music. When it was angry or sad, I was angry or sad. When it was uplifting, I become euphoric again... it was odd becasue my mood was changing so rapidly and quickly.
Eventually I managed to crawl into my bed...I am not able to tell whether I was asleep or awake anymore. It just sort of melded together...I assumed I was awake, but looking back on it, I could of just as well been sleeping. Amnesia was SIGNIFICANT and I honestly cannot remember all too much from the experience. I am wondering if the dust earlier in the day interfered with my DXM dosing, because I was still feeling a body high from the dust earlier in the day.
So here I am, 2pm the next day, still feeling kind of out of it, my head feels relatively heavy and I have a bit of euphoria as well. I am wondering to myself now, why...why the fuck do I keep going back to disocciatves, when they keep putting me through hell like this? Granted I have not tried K in a while, but last experience was a bad one with it, so I'm pretty sure it would result in the same thing. It is like my mind cannot cope with the disocciative state anymore,but yet, I want to experience it because even when it is hellacious in both intensity and effects, I feel like I have come out of each experience learning something. I highly doubt I will try dust again in the future, just because I did not feel comfortable on it at all... and that was the most notable thing about it for me, the dysphoria I felt on it. Granted I did not know much about the dosage or purity, but I trusted the judgement of who I was with.
Thanks for reading!
The night before some friends and I took a trip into the mountains east of our current location, where one of my friend's father brews his own beers so we were brought in to try test them and give our not-so-professional-nor-worth-anything opinion on them. So a long night proceeded, in which I was rather tipsy, crashed, felt fine, blah blah blah.
I wake up, some mates roll a joint, we walk into the woods and smoke some. I'm not usually very big into cannabis but decide to partake considering it is enjoyable in nature for me. We ended up helping his parents move a piano later that day... the cannabis did not help at all but oh well, we worked it out. It was then with discussion later on that we decided what we would partake in later that day. Some mate announced he had some dust so I was naturally hesistant... but decided to go with it, considering the only time I had attempted it before was unknowingly and it would be worth a shot going into it just to see what I could make of it.
We get to the cabin, and he conjures up the dust and mixes it in some pot. I light up, hold in that taste...that unusually alien taste, and release.... At first the usual stoning effect took, but after what seemed like a couple of minutes, I was feeling a very familiar disocciative feeling. I decided to take another hit and this time it sat better in me, more naturally, where as the first was a bit uncomfortable and like I said...awkward.The way in which I know a disocciative is kicking in is when my gums have this tingle run through them and then I know I am in for a ride. My mind kept running from extremely negative thinking to extremely positive...nothing in between, there was no stabalizing. I layed on the couch, but I could not get comfortable. Nothing I did would allow me to experience comfort...I was just aggitated and wanted this drug to wear off, and looking back on it, I had no idea why.
My friends began to play some Pink Floyd (I think) I'm not sure because my brain seemed to be having a time recognizing things. I just layed on the couch with my head buried in the seat and time is sort of remembered in frames from there on out. I had brief periods where I would enjoy the experience but then it would turn hellacious in an instant all over again.
After a couple of hours, I was beginning to enjoy myself, mainly because the dust was loosing its effect significantly and I was left with a body buzz similar to that of ketamine. It seemed like I might of blacked out during the expereince, because there is a lot of time that I have absolutely no recollection of. We decided to drive back to town and my friends were drinking beers while driving which I absolutely HATE and wanted to get out of the car but of course I couldn't.
When I arrived back in town, I decided to meet up with some friends at the pub down the street. We hung out for a bit and I decided that I was not going to drink because I wanted to finish the night with a good dose of DXM...something I had been contemplating trying again after some very rough rides many months ago. (I am very experienced with DXM and Ketamine, and use to have a bit of an addiction to the latter, but recently I have had some problems with taking disocciatives..so I've not touched any in a while...the dust incident above was the first in 5 months). I go to a friend's apartment,and watch some episodes of Lost season 2, and he decides to crash early. No worries...I'll just go up and eat my DXM... I prefer doing it alone usually anyways.
I take 300mg DXM in the form of the gelcaps, and then wait a half hour , and take 300mg more. I am sitting here, reading the big and dandy DXM thread, listening to music, and waiting for the substance to kick in. I am well assured I'll make this a positive experience because I feel I have resolved some issues in my life since my last trial. About an hour after taking the first 300mg, I am starting to notice that it is much harder to read and that the lights are having that extra aura around them. Talking to my friend becomes harder and harder, and I begin to feel that sense of euphoria you feel when the effects first start to kick in. It is very pleasant and I figure I'm in for a smooth experience, for once after so long.
Well if you will recall, I told you about that feeling of my gums tingling before the dust really took effect. The same happened with the DXM. It was about 2 hours after the first dosage and I just felt like a dam had been broken in my brain. My head immediately felt like it weighed 500lbs so I hit the floor, pronto. At first the effects were pleasant, but very soon in, I started to feel like something was truly wrong with my head, but I tried to ignore it. My CEV's were as intense as ever, very real and lucid, and I would actually have conversations with people I was conjuring in my imagination. It was as though I had fallen into a dream...and I realized then, that the dissociatve experiences are sometimes not very different from dreams, atleast in how your imagination works.
I was having fun with this until something horrified the piss out of me. I suddenly felt that I was a schizophrenic and that these figures I was conjuring up in my mind were always there and always coversing with me. I felt like I was actually having conversations with someone sitting atop my bed next to me. It scared me because I felt like this was something that was there when I was sober...and so the downward spiral began.
The intensity of the experience just keeps growing and growing. I wanted nothing more than to come down and be normal again. It is a long ride yet as I try to make out the time on my clock but everything is flanging in my visual realm. I could NOT get my head up off the floor... it just would not seem normal. It felt like I was actually falling up and the ONLY way I could be comfortable was by putting myself in an arc with my head on the floor and my knees on the floor on the other end, and covering my head with my blanket. One thing that I noticed was that I was living inside my music... an ambient/drum and bass mix by LTJ Bukem mostly, so I felt like I was the emotion within the music. When it was angry or sad, I was angry or sad. When it was uplifting, I become euphoric again... it was odd becasue my mood was changing so rapidly and quickly.
Eventually I managed to crawl into my bed...I am not able to tell whether I was asleep or awake anymore. It just sort of melded together...I assumed I was awake, but looking back on it, I could of just as well been sleeping. Amnesia was SIGNIFICANT and I honestly cannot remember all too much from the experience. I am wondering if the dust earlier in the day interfered with my DXM dosing, because I was still feeling a body high from the dust earlier in the day.
So here I am, 2pm the next day, still feeling kind of out of it, my head feels relatively heavy and I have a bit of euphoria as well. I am wondering to myself now, why...why the fuck do I keep going back to disocciatves, when they keep putting me through hell like this? Granted I have not tried K in a while, but last experience was a bad one with it, so I'm pretty sure it would result in the same thing. It is like my mind cannot cope with the disocciative state anymore,but yet, I want to experience it because even when it is hellacious in both intensity and effects, I feel like I have come out of each experience learning something. I highly doubt I will try dust again in the future, just because I did not feel comfortable on it at all... and that was the most notable thing about it for me, the dysphoria I felt on it. Granted I did not know much about the dosage or purity, but I trusted the judgement of who I was with.
Thanks for reading!
