Obyron
Bluelight Crew
Substances:
* DXM Polistirex (540mg)
* Agent Lemon (~710mg DXM, depending on efficacy of extraction)
Vitals: 24 year old male, 290 pounds. In very good health.
For those not familiar with DXM Polistirex, it's a time release version of DXM found in "Delsym" brand cough syrup, that claims to be equivalent to 6mg/ml. I found that this time release factor can significantly increase the length of the trip, and I liked that. If you don't want a longer trip (I had lingering body effects for over 24 hours, some pleasant, some not) then I don't recommend this combination.
I extracted the Agent Lemon in the usual fashion, using the Citric Acid variation, and using plastic ziplok baggies to separate the material. The end result was a bitter liquid that, when not making you trip, could very well double as the shit with which they flavor Super Sour candies.
My stomach has the sort of cast iron lining that is the stuff of frat party legend. I take masochistic glee in testing this as often as possible, and so I had a healthful dinner of chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce immediately before chugging the Delsym. The stuff actually doesn't taste bad, although it has a gritty texture that can probably be chalked up to the food-safe plastic that's used to coat the DXM for time release.
For shits and giggles I took a small drink of the Agent Lemon, and spent the next few minutes prying my teeth out of my bottom lip and trying to get my jaw unlocked. Have I mentioned how sour this stuff is? I think I have. I was able to drink approximately half of the Agent Lemon by mixing it with a popular Kentucky soft drink known as Ale 8. It's like ginger ale but with a more fruity taste and more caffeine.
The next hour and a half or so was spent waiting for the DXM to kick in. I knew I had a full stomach to contend with, so I didn't get myself in a big hurry. Though not old enough to have "hippie" levels of experience, I'm a well-versed psychonaut (LSD and P. Cubensis) who has guided and sat a large number of times. I'm to the point where a lot of the pre-trip anxiety has largely gone away, which I find makes things a lot more enjoyable. I just sit back, listen to some music, talk to folks online, and wait for the ride.
I decided to try DXM partly out of boredom, partly out of a total LSD drought in my area, and partly because I've heard some glowing reviews and decided to see what the fuss was about. I have to admit having some snobbish views about DXM in the past, but I'm over that now. Remember that all psychoactives are potential vehicles of self-exploration. Some take the high path and some take the low, but we seek the same destination. I chose my dose consciously, as the "drunken/high" aspect of DXM doesn't appeal to me. I was seeking a solid third plateau experience as a practice run for trying a future fourth plateau run.
It's an hour and a half later, and I feel the come-up starting. The sensations quickly rise to what was definitely a +1. With my trip beginning in earnest, I switch over to what I've found to be the best potentiating trip music for me: The Orb's "U.F. Orb" album. Their music has an amazing ability to propel me into tripspace.
Somewhere around this point the time dilation kicks in. Extremely minute periods of time feel like eternities. This is my first experience with dissociatives, and so I'm amazed by the sensation of it. It's almost like my body became some sort of perfect multitasker. The same fingers were typing messages to several of my friends, and at the same time jotting some trip notes into a word processor, and yet I manage it all perfectly. In one "partition" of my brain I'm able to talk to a friend about her relationship troubles and truly empathize with her and the emotions she's going through, while in another "partition" I'm talking to a friend in Vegas about plans to visit him after the first of the year. In yet another "partition" my trip notes are clinical and detached: pupils dilated, temperature normal, heart rate elevated, moderate OEVs and substantial body high.
The body buzz from DXM is astounding. I found it quite literally hard to move. Fine motor control such as typing or mouse usage was simple, but actually moving limbs (I typically sit with one leg folded under me, prompting occasional leg switches to alleviate a "sleepy" leg) or shifting my body proved harder than you'd think possible. CEVs were pronounced, including lots of color and fractal patterns. Around this point the lights became unbearable-- presumably due to pupil dilation-- and I turned them off. Estimated time T+2.5 hours.
In getting up to turn off the lights I suddenly realize that my thoughts have been wandering far beyond my ego, and I have the strange sensation of spiraling back into my body from some far off place. It's like my consciousness has been flung down some long corridor, and I'm wandering aimlessly in search of it. There are some mind trip elements, but it's deep in my subconscious and I find my thoughts wandering so fast that it's hard to track them from moment to moment. I have an overwhelming sense of euphoria that's very very nice.
As time crawls by for another thirty minutes, I really feel like I'm moving into a low +3 space. It's not smashing me over the head, but there's no possible way I could "be normal" if I had to. The music leads me into a sensation as if I'm floating down a stream, and the sounds are like waves all around me. The feel of a heating vent blowing on me reminds me of a pleasant summer breeze. It'd probably lull me to sleep if I weren't getting intermittent rushes of adrenaline.
Within 5 minutes I've completely shifted gears, and the trip has turned into an appraisal of what is real to me. I'm looking back on recent behaviours and people's responses, and finding an increased clarity and analytical ability as to what those situations actually meant. I find myself pondering recent business decisions and coming to some startling conclusions that I probably wouldn't have made otherwise.
Since the beginning of the peak I've had some odd visual artifacts. It's like my binocular vision is refusing to function properly, and I find myself turning my head slightly to the side and sort of looking askance at things to pull them into focus. I'm not sure exactly what caused this, but it was more of an annoyance than a problem. Definitely not enough to ruin the trip. At some point I start to get the feeling that I'm dripping down a wall, looking down at my computer and typing as I slide. For a while I'm sliding down the wall, and then I slide back up and slide down again.
Twenty minutes pass, and just as I start to feel a rush ending, another huge one begins. I decide it might be fun to crank the music and lay in the floor. I turn off my monitor, plunging the room into near-total darkness. The dim view I have of the ceiling begins to swirl and coalesce into fanciful shapes and visions. At some point I fall into myself, and my mind is blown apart as I open a door into a realm of color and sensation. For this time I no longer exist. It's not so much an ego annihilation, as simply "going somewhere else" for a while. Looking back on it, this has some similarities to an Astral Experience. When I fall back into my body I've lost 17 minutes.
At this point things start to slow down and the peak subsides into the comedown. There's still really pleasant body euphoria, but the mental effects are going away. I can force them and, in tandem with the music, milk a bit more out of the experience, but I generally don't like doing this. I believe I should be thankful for what my mind has opened up to give me, and not be greedy. Anything you force out of the trip is never as meaningful as the things you allow to come to you.
Seeing as I have the next day off, I sleep through most of the day. When I wake up I have a lingering body high that's at once disorienting and pleasant. It's like I have a haze of spider webs surrounding me, and I have to swim through them to do anything. If I did one thing differently about the trip it'd be drinking a lot of water. I drink a couple of large glasses of water to rehydrate myself. For part of the evening I feel skittery and shaky, but I'm willing to deal with that. It was really a much easier hangover than acid, and I can't really say there was any measureable integration trauma. The following day effects are largely gone, though I have a few linger elements of body buzz that persist until about lunch time.
All in all I really had no clue that DXM had this kind of potential. I've done some reading where people have stated that using an Agent Lemon preparations seems to add a more dreamy or spiritual quality to the trip, and although I haven't tried a "regular" DXM trip (nor would I want to after this!) I can definitely vouch that my trip had definite spiritual qualities. It was almost LSD-like in places, save for the heavy body trip (I hesitate to call it body load, since that often implies nausea) and dissociation. It's been an experience that I'd definitely try again.
* DXM Polistirex (540mg)
* Agent Lemon (~710mg DXM, depending on efficacy of extraction)
Vitals: 24 year old male, 290 pounds. In very good health.
For those not familiar with DXM Polistirex, it's a time release version of DXM found in "Delsym" brand cough syrup, that claims to be equivalent to 6mg/ml. I found that this time release factor can significantly increase the length of the trip, and I liked that. If you don't want a longer trip (I had lingering body effects for over 24 hours, some pleasant, some not) then I don't recommend this combination.
I extracted the Agent Lemon in the usual fashion, using the Citric Acid variation, and using plastic ziplok baggies to separate the material. The end result was a bitter liquid that, when not making you trip, could very well double as the shit with which they flavor Super Sour candies.
My stomach has the sort of cast iron lining that is the stuff of frat party legend. I take masochistic glee in testing this as often as possible, and so I had a healthful dinner of chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce immediately before chugging the Delsym. The stuff actually doesn't taste bad, although it has a gritty texture that can probably be chalked up to the food-safe plastic that's used to coat the DXM for time release.
For shits and giggles I took a small drink of the Agent Lemon, and spent the next few minutes prying my teeth out of my bottom lip and trying to get my jaw unlocked. Have I mentioned how sour this stuff is? I think I have. I was able to drink approximately half of the Agent Lemon by mixing it with a popular Kentucky soft drink known as Ale 8. It's like ginger ale but with a more fruity taste and more caffeine.
The next hour and a half or so was spent waiting for the DXM to kick in. I knew I had a full stomach to contend with, so I didn't get myself in a big hurry. Though not old enough to have "hippie" levels of experience, I'm a well-versed psychonaut (LSD and P. Cubensis) who has guided and sat a large number of times. I'm to the point where a lot of the pre-trip anxiety has largely gone away, which I find makes things a lot more enjoyable. I just sit back, listen to some music, talk to folks online, and wait for the ride.
I decided to try DXM partly out of boredom, partly out of a total LSD drought in my area, and partly because I've heard some glowing reviews and decided to see what the fuss was about. I have to admit having some snobbish views about DXM in the past, but I'm over that now. Remember that all psychoactives are potential vehicles of self-exploration. Some take the high path and some take the low, but we seek the same destination. I chose my dose consciously, as the "drunken/high" aspect of DXM doesn't appeal to me. I was seeking a solid third plateau experience as a practice run for trying a future fourth plateau run.
It's an hour and a half later, and I feel the come-up starting. The sensations quickly rise to what was definitely a +1. With my trip beginning in earnest, I switch over to what I've found to be the best potentiating trip music for me: The Orb's "U.F. Orb" album. Their music has an amazing ability to propel me into tripspace.
Somewhere around this point the time dilation kicks in. Extremely minute periods of time feel like eternities. This is my first experience with dissociatives, and so I'm amazed by the sensation of it. It's almost like my body became some sort of perfect multitasker. The same fingers were typing messages to several of my friends, and at the same time jotting some trip notes into a word processor, and yet I manage it all perfectly. In one "partition" of my brain I'm able to talk to a friend about her relationship troubles and truly empathize with her and the emotions she's going through, while in another "partition" I'm talking to a friend in Vegas about plans to visit him after the first of the year. In yet another "partition" my trip notes are clinical and detached: pupils dilated, temperature normal, heart rate elevated, moderate OEVs and substantial body high.
The body buzz from DXM is astounding. I found it quite literally hard to move. Fine motor control such as typing or mouse usage was simple, but actually moving limbs (I typically sit with one leg folded under me, prompting occasional leg switches to alleviate a "sleepy" leg) or shifting my body proved harder than you'd think possible. CEVs were pronounced, including lots of color and fractal patterns. Around this point the lights became unbearable-- presumably due to pupil dilation-- and I turned them off. Estimated time T+2.5 hours.
In getting up to turn off the lights I suddenly realize that my thoughts have been wandering far beyond my ego, and I have the strange sensation of spiraling back into my body from some far off place. It's like my consciousness has been flung down some long corridor, and I'm wandering aimlessly in search of it. There are some mind trip elements, but it's deep in my subconscious and I find my thoughts wandering so fast that it's hard to track them from moment to moment. I have an overwhelming sense of euphoria that's very very nice.
As time crawls by for another thirty minutes, I really feel like I'm moving into a low +3 space. It's not smashing me over the head, but there's no possible way I could "be normal" if I had to. The music leads me into a sensation as if I'm floating down a stream, and the sounds are like waves all around me. The feel of a heating vent blowing on me reminds me of a pleasant summer breeze. It'd probably lull me to sleep if I weren't getting intermittent rushes of adrenaline.
Within 5 minutes I've completely shifted gears, and the trip has turned into an appraisal of what is real to me. I'm looking back on recent behaviours and people's responses, and finding an increased clarity and analytical ability as to what those situations actually meant. I find myself pondering recent business decisions and coming to some startling conclusions that I probably wouldn't have made otherwise.
Since the beginning of the peak I've had some odd visual artifacts. It's like my binocular vision is refusing to function properly, and I find myself turning my head slightly to the side and sort of looking askance at things to pull them into focus. I'm not sure exactly what caused this, but it was more of an annoyance than a problem. Definitely not enough to ruin the trip. At some point I start to get the feeling that I'm dripping down a wall, looking down at my computer and typing as I slide. For a while I'm sliding down the wall, and then I slide back up and slide down again.
Twenty minutes pass, and just as I start to feel a rush ending, another huge one begins. I decide it might be fun to crank the music and lay in the floor. I turn off my monitor, plunging the room into near-total darkness. The dim view I have of the ceiling begins to swirl and coalesce into fanciful shapes and visions. At some point I fall into myself, and my mind is blown apart as I open a door into a realm of color and sensation. For this time I no longer exist. It's not so much an ego annihilation, as simply "going somewhere else" for a while. Looking back on it, this has some similarities to an Astral Experience. When I fall back into my body I've lost 17 minutes.
At this point things start to slow down and the peak subsides into the comedown. There's still really pleasant body euphoria, but the mental effects are going away. I can force them and, in tandem with the music, milk a bit more out of the experience, but I generally don't like doing this. I believe I should be thankful for what my mind has opened up to give me, and not be greedy. Anything you force out of the trip is never as meaningful as the things you allow to come to you.
Seeing as I have the next day off, I sleep through most of the day. When I wake up I have a lingering body high that's at once disorienting and pleasant. It's like I have a haze of spider webs surrounding me, and I have to swim through them to do anything. If I did one thing differently about the trip it'd be drinking a lot of water. I drink a couple of large glasses of water to rehydrate myself. For part of the evening I feel skittery and shaky, but I'm willing to deal with that. It was really a much easier hangover than acid, and I can't really say there was any measureable integration trauma. The following day effects are largely gone, though I have a few linger elements of body buzz that persist until about lunch time.
All in all I really had no clue that DXM had this kind of potential. I've done some reading where people have stated that using an Agent Lemon preparations seems to add a more dreamy or spiritual quality to the trip, and although I haven't tried a "regular" DXM trip (nor would I want to after this!) I can definitely vouch that my trip had definite spiritual qualities. It was almost LSD-like in places, save for the heavy body trip (I hesitate to call it body load, since that often implies nausea) and dissociation. It's been an experience that I'd definitely try again.
