Read this it will be worth it...3rd-4th plateau and beyond...
Well ive been a lower end dxm user for a while, roughly 15 times probably of doses ranging between 150-400mg, nothing but intense 2nd platue experiences except the first time which can be seen in my first thread (http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=234374), which is clearly unique for the dose.
Well I decided to get a bottle of cough robo (350mg) and take it at the mall with my friend, him just being stoned. Now it started out pretty good and it was around 4 oclock that day. Nothing out of the normal, minor effects of all that I expected. I peaked later on around 6ish when my friends all arrived and It began to get dreamy and trippy like buzz I like sometimes from the dxm. Well the intense effects began as I was driving home (mistake) I lost feeling in both arms and they were more or less floating while I was driving, luckily my friend was with me to keep me sane.
Well after coming home We go over to my friends house and watch a movie which lasted till 9 which we all decided we were going to trip balls. I immediatly took down the other two bottles I had in my possession and my trip began...
After about 30 minutes I was gone. The lights were on at this point which I think is a great way to keep yourself in this world while tripping on dxm, but then the shit hit the fan when my friend decided it would be cool to turn them off. As soon as he did, HOLY SHIT. My friends eyes turned into black spirals and my vision went off entirely, looking through each eye as its own little world, seperated by a blurry dividing line in the center, Identical to each other but completely seperated double vision, unlike anything ive experienced before. Despite my friends eyes being sucked into who knows where I was relativley not scared, still understanding I had taken 3 bottles in total that day which was over double any dose ive taken before I braced myself for the rest of the trip.
So we began watching the day after tommorow which is really a blur in my memory but with the lights off the walls shifted and my body was completely gone, out of this universe, the only thing that was still real was the two worlds which I assume came out of my two individual eyes. This was until my friends helped me get up after turning the lights back on, this is when I sunk into the ground and walking became very difficult as we ventured outside to smoke a cigarette. So I began to walk up his stairs when suddenly the world became just like my dreams, black and white and very dull and dark. I told my friends my dreams all make sense now...it was scary as fuck and I was sure this dejavu experience relating back to my dreams that I experience every night was forshadowing my death.
As I was walking outside I was enlightened with memories of my childhood. Tons of memories flashing before my eyes and before I knew it, my friends house became my house I lived in over 4 years ago, atleast it felt like it with the lights off. This was rather stunning to me, traveling back to my old house and being flooded with memories I had never thought of before. All very random and seemingly meaningless.
As we walked outside in the pitchblack the world began to spin as I tried to talk to my friend whos eyes once again were black holes that were almost impossible to focus on. The memories continued to flood my mind and I began to share everything with my friends, all that was happening and my memories that had come back to me. Going back inside I tried to remain concious as I passed out on the chair next to his TV. The world became even more distant than it was and what was left was my double vision of the his house, which looked like all the scary movies I had ever seen before come to life.
Dark, scary, every sound sounded like it came from a horror movie. This is when things began to get scary. After watching TV for a while and laughing my ass off while trying to remain concious we went back to my friends room and my life became easier since they left the lights on which allowed me to stay in touch with reality. The double vision was as intense as ever as we began conversing about our feelings of the trip and daily life.
This was until I looked at my friend and was shocked out of my mind when his head became smaller and bigger over and over. This sent me into a screach and I hid my eyes from this evil world I was in...big mistake. I passed out I think at that point, im not sure, but I entered a world I cant describe clearly but it was more real than anything in my life. My dreams are very dull and black and white but this was more. I was alive sitting at a table thinking to myself how I would never return to the world I had just left...I did not care. I was dead...and didnt care. Eventually I returned though, it seemed like weeks had passed when I did and I was back in the same chair....10 minutes later.
Trying to describe my experience I glanced over at a picture of a biblical figure which I asked my friend if it was jesus. He said ya dude. And I conversed with Jesus (im a non believer at the time). After this conversation I was amazed beyond my wildest dreams while I discussed religion amoung my friends. Then he decided to turn on the doors, which I was soon to find out, the key to hell. As he turned it on and turned off the lights I was out of it completely. At this point I was convinced someone slipped my LSD and the halucinations began in the corner of the room as they drifted to consume the whole room.
The song that began was riders in the storm. And looking around at the world infront of me, the shadows, evil puppets, and just everything I could asociate being scary came out and I was in an evil world, riders in the storm was the environmental noise coming from the deepest parts of hell. This is when I felt my soul being ripped from my body as I danced on the ceiling with the evil shadows and watched myself, shaking and squirming in my bed. Looking at myself was scary but made me realize I was still there in the world, and my soul was taking a trip to....hell. This is when my dancing soul shot back to my body and I felt it re-enter as I returned back to my physical self.
His smoking poster came to life as the hookah hoses spun into endless hoses and engulfed the room. After my screaming my friend turned the lights on and asked what was wrong and if he could help, I was releaved to be back until his head once again shrunk and grew over and over which lead me to complete insanity as we decided once again to fall asleep. But this was a bad mistake...he turned on the doors once again and I re-entered hell... the rest was a blur, but the night lasted longer than I could explain...waking up it seemed like I had been tripping for the past 3 months... it is now 12 oclock...over 12 hours since my last two bottles and my vision was just as fucked up as it was when I peaked...that entire day continued a trip I would associate with the 2nd plateau, but with fucked up beyond fucked up vision.
The next 3 days put me in the worst mind set I had ever felt. I felt like I had died in my old life and now I was reborn...losing everything I had worked for and there was no hope of continueing that former life. Luckily I came back to my senses and am back to normal. The trip was beyond amazing. The halucinations were beyond real. Realer than anything I had expereienced on an eigth of shrooms, though much more unpleasant. The memories that I had remembered are still there and my mind was more or less unlocked to forgotten memories, all of which are good ones or nonsense everyday life, of my entire life. My desire to get fucked up daily to battle the boring everyday world, at school, at home, is completely gone. Im happy with the experience and consider it my first psychedellic expereince, more so that of shrooms and lsa.
I never understood the power of drugs until this night and am still amazed. Though it seems like this would be a bad trip it wasnt anything but a learning experience to appreciate the power this cough syrup holds within itself. I give this as a warning and in my opinion a great novel of a dxm experience. THis trip lasted an enternity and I went to hell and back, met god, saw myself as my soul danced with the evil shadows and souls floating above my physical self. It was rough and the depression following it was scary as fuck, feeling hopelessly damaged from my trip. But Im back...it only took about 2 sad days.
Well ive been a lower end dxm user for a while, roughly 15 times probably of doses ranging between 150-400mg, nothing but intense 2nd platue experiences except the first time which can be seen in my first thread (http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=234374), which is clearly unique for the dose.
Well I decided to get a bottle of cough robo (350mg) and take it at the mall with my friend, him just being stoned. Now it started out pretty good and it was around 4 oclock that day. Nothing out of the normal, minor effects of all that I expected. I peaked later on around 6ish when my friends all arrived and It began to get dreamy and trippy like buzz I like sometimes from the dxm. Well the intense effects began as I was driving home (mistake) I lost feeling in both arms and they were more or less floating while I was driving, luckily my friend was with me to keep me sane.
Well after coming home We go over to my friends house and watch a movie which lasted till 9 which we all decided we were going to trip balls. I immediatly took down the other two bottles I had in my possession and my trip began...
After about 30 minutes I was gone. The lights were on at this point which I think is a great way to keep yourself in this world while tripping on dxm, but then the shit hit the fan when my friend decided it would be cool to turn them off. As soon as he did, HOLY SHIT. My friends eyes turned into black spirals and my vision went off entirely, looking through each eye as its own little world, seperated by a blurry dividing line in the center, Identical to each other but completely seperated double vision, unlike anything ive experienced before. Despite my friends eyes being sucked into who knows where I was relativley not scared, still understanding I had taken 3 bottles in total that day which was over double any dose ive taken before I braced myself for the rest of the trip.
So we began watching the day after tommorow which is really a blur in my memory but with the lights off the walls shifted and my body was completely gone, out of this universe, the only thing that was still real was the two worlds which I assume came out of my two individual eyes. This was until my friends helped me get up after turning the lights back on, this is when I sunk into the ground and walking became very difficult as we ventured outside to smoke a cigarette. So I began to walk up his stairs when suddenly the world became just like my dreams, black and white and very dull and dark. I told my friends my dreams all make sense now...it was scary as fuck and I was sure this dejavu experience relating back to my dreams that I experience every night was forshadowing my death.
As I was walking outside I was enlightened with memories of my childhood. Tons of memories flashing before my eyes and before I knew it, my friends house became my house I lived in over 4 years ago, atleast it felt like it with the lights off. This was rather stunning to me, traveling back to my old house and being flooded with memories I had never thought of before. All very random and seemingly meaningless.
As we walked outside in the pitchblack the world began to spin as I tried to talk to my friend whos eyes once again were black holes that were almost impossible to focus on. The memories continued to flood my mind and I began to share everything with my friends, all that was happening and my memories that had come back to me. Going back inside I tried to remain concious as I passed out on the chair next to his TV. The world became even more distant than it was and what was left was my double vision of the his house, which looked like all the scary movies I had ever seen before come to life.
Dark, scary, every sound sounded like it came from a horror movie. This is when things began to get scary. After watching TV for a while and laughing my ass off while trying to remain concious we went back to my friends room and my life became easier since they left the lights on which allowed me to stay in touch with reality. The double vision was as intense as ever as we began conversing about our feelings of the trip and daily life.
This was until I looked at my friend and was shocked out of my mind when his head became smaller and bigger over and over. This sent me into a screach and I hid my eyes from this evil world I was in...big mistake. I passed out I think at that point, im not sure, but I entered a world I cant describe clearly but it was more real than anything in my life. My dreams are very dull and black and white but this was more. I was alive sitting at a table thinking to myself how I would never return to the world I had just left...I did not care. I was dead...and didnt care. Eventually I returned though, it seemed like weeks had passed when I did and I was back in the same chair....10 minutes later.
Trying to describe my experience I glanced over at a picture of a biblical figure which I asked my friend if it was jesus. He said ya dude. And I conversed with Jesus (im a non believer at the time). After this conversation I was amazed beyond my wildest dreams while I discussed religion amoung my friends. Then he decided to turn on the doors, which I was soon to find out, the key to hell. As he turned it on and turned off the lights I was out of it completely. At this point I was convinced someone slipped my LSD and the halucinations began in the corner of the room as they drifted to consume the whole room.
The song that began was riders in the storm. And looking around at the world infront of me, the shadows, evil puppets, and just everything I could asociate being scary came out and I was in an evil world, riders in the storm was the environmental noise coming from the deepest parts of hell. This is when I felt my soul being ripped from my body as I danced on the ceiling with the evil shadows and watched myself, shaking and squirming in my bed. Looking at myself was scary but made me realize I was still there in the world, and my soul was taking a trip to....hell. This is when my dancing soul shot back to my body and I felt it re-enter as I returned back to my physical self.
His smoking poster came to life as the hookah hoses spun into endless hoses and engulfed the room. After my screaming my friend turned the lights on and asked what was wrong and if he could help, I was releaved to be back until his head once again shrunk and grew over and over which lead me to complete insanity as we decided once again to fall asleep. But this was a bad mistake...he turned on the doors once again and I re-entered hell... the rest was a blur, but the night lasted longer than I could explain...waking up it seemed like I had been tripping for the past 3 months... it is now 12 oclock...over 12 hours since my last two bottles and my vision was just as fucked up as it was when I peaked...that entire day continued a trip I would associate with the 2nd plateau, but with fucked up beyond fucked up vision.
The next 3 days put me in the worst mind set I had ever felt. I felt like I had died in my old life and now I was reborn...losing everything I had worked for and there was no hope of continueing that former life. Luckily I came back to my senses and am back to normal. The trip was beyond amazing. The halucinations were beyond real. Realer than anything I had expereienced on an eigth of shrooms, though much more unpleasant. The memories that I had remembered are still there and my mind was more or less unlocked to forgotten memories, all of which are good ones or nonsense everyday life, of my entire life. My desire to get fucked up daily to battle the boring everyday world, at school, at home, is completely gone. Im happy with the experience and consider it my first psychedellic expereince, more so that of shrooms and lsa.
I never understood the power of drugs until this night and am still amazed. Though it seems like this would be a bad trip it wasnt anything but a learning experience to appreciate the power this cough syrup holds within itself. I give this as a warning and in my opinion a great novel of a dxm experience. THis trip lasted an enternity and I went to hell and back, met god, saw myself as my soul danced with the evil shadows and souls floating above my physical self. It was rough and the depression following it was scary as fuck, feeling hopelessly damaged from my trip. But Im back...it only took about 2 sad days.
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