DXM: tried it just last night, after a three month-long hiatus from dissociatives.
I took a single 1,500 mg dose DXM HBr. The effect was that I very quickly became very queasy; my vision was fucked beyond all belief; I had 7-8 panic attacks at 7-8 separate times in the experience; high euphoria and a great sense of contentment; had piss poor time perception; walked like I had huffed too much diethyl ether; and quite a number of other perceptual and physiological effects.
I was going for a high forth plateau experience. What I got instead was several hours of moderate amusementt with. intermittent episodes of anxiety attacks, and an overall bemusing and disappointingly uneventful time.
t was all bang and no fireworks, so to say. What couldn't I have done right?
Amongst my preliminary expectations I included: realistic OEVs, profound CEVs, schizophrenia-like psychotomimesis, intense introspection, high-fiving ETs whilst jauntily enjoying an intergalactic expedition on their tricked-out spacecraft, etc.
But I didn't get that. I am highly experienced with dissociatives, including DXM and several other morphinans. However, this is the first time I've ever administered such a large quantity of DXM and had an experience almost entirely consisting of physiological and perceptual effects (e.g., visual distortions, very mild auditory and visual and proprioceptive hallucinations, feeling inebriated or stoned, moderate ataxia, vertigo, amplification of stimuli like music and taste, and a profound reduction in the sensitivity of my somatosensory system or a diminished somesthetic perception if you prefer).
This may have very well been my last and final assay of DXM; the drug just didn't deliver, and I feel as if I thoroughly wasted a whole damned day.
DXM has never been my dissociative of preference, nor have I had nearly as many trips with it as I have with, say, ketamine and MXE and TCP and BCP and most especially PCP. Those drugs invariably do as they should, whereas taking DXM is tantamount to trying to light a soaked wet fuse—ignition happens, but when it happens and for how long is an insoluble variable, it seems to me.
Perhaps I'm an anomaly. Perhaps there's something peculiar about my constitution that causes DXM's effects to present in unusual ways. I don't know the answer, nor am I terribly confident that I ever will.
Anyway, I think I'll just have a few tokes of hashish, a couple hards hits of that sherm I'd been saving, do a couple 50-count boxes of whippets, some pentobarbital to take the edge off the PCP, and then drown myself to sleep with a quart of Tequila whilst I rapidly forget this veritable sou marqué of a drug ever even existed.
Au revoir!
I took a single 1,500 mg dose DXM HBr. The effect was that I very quickly became very queasy; my vision was fucked beyond all belief; I had 7-8 panic attacks at 7-8 separate times in the experience; high euphoria and a great sense of contentment; had piss poor time perception; walked like I had huffed too much diethyl ether; and quite a number of other perceptual and physiological effects.
I was going for a high forth plateau experience. What I got instead was several hours of moderate amusementt with. intermittent episodes of anxiety attacks, and an overall bemusing and disappointingly uneventful time.
t was all bang and no fireworks, so to say. What couldn't I have done right?
Amongst my preliminary expectations I included: realistic OEVs, profound CEVs, schizophrenia-like psychotomimesis, intense introspection, high-fiving ETs whilst jauntily enjoying an intergalactic expedition on their tricked-out spacecraft, etc.
But I didn't get that. I am highly experienced with dissociatives, including DXM and several other morphinans. However, this is the first time I've ever administered such a large quantity of DXM and had an experience almost entirely consisting of physiological and perceptual effects (e.g., visual distortions, very mild auditory and visual and proprioceptive hallucinations, feeling inebriated or stoned, moderate ataxia, vertigo, amplification of stimuli like music and taste, and a profound reduction in the sensitivity of my somatosensory system or a diminished somesthetic perception if you prefer).
This may have very well been my last and final assay of DXM; the drug just didn't deliver, and I feel as if I thoroughly wasted a whole damned day.
DXM has never been my dissociative of preference, nor have I had nearly as many trips with it as I have with, say, ketamine and MXE and TCP and BCP and most especially PCP. Those drugs invariably do as they should, whereas taking DXM is tantamount to trying to light a soaked wet fuse—ignition happens, but when it happens and for how long is an insoluble variable, it seems to me.
Perhaps I'm an anomaly. Perhaps there's something peculiar about my constitution that causes DXM's effects to present in unusual ways. I don't know the answer, nor am I terribly confident that I ever will.
Anyway, I think I'll just have a few tokes of hashish, a couple hards hits of that sherm I'd been saving, do a couple 50-count boxes of whippets, some pentobarbital to take the edge off the PCP, and then drown myself to sleep with a quart of Tequila whilst I rapidly forget this veritable sou marqué of a drug ever even existed.
Au revoir!