TheLostOne
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Some sort of nightmare....DXM
Well this trip happend a little over a year ago.It was my first experience with DXM it was a boring night and my buddy told me he tryed it once and it was fun I didn't want to but I usually will try most things once.
So me and him end up driving to CVS and buying an 8 ounce bottle of Robotussin.We went back to my house and walked into the woods across the street.We are just chilling under a tree taking little shots of the nasty shit untill finally the bottle was gone.Then we sit there chilling for a little while untill my parents leave.
AS we are walking down the path I feel a little happier and good like it was kicking in and I get to the top of the hill across the street and run down it to my house thinking this was going to be fun becuase I was already feeling good.
So me and my friend get to my house and it is starting to get dark.My friend says man we should smoke a little weed right now.So I said ya alright I no where there is a bag hidden in the basement.So I go downstairs to get it but when I get to the basement I forget why I'm down there.So I stand there for a good 10 minutes trying to remember.I go back upstairs and my friend says you get the weed."Oh fuck"I said "I completly forgot why I was down there." So I tryed again I went into the basement and when I got there I forgot why I was down there.So I went back up and it happend again.then after the third time I went down there I realized I was starting to feel really fucked up.So I said fuck smoking man I feel to weird.
Then slowly it kept kicking in more and more and it was a horrible feeling of confusion and paranoia.I had no Idea what to do.MY friend was loving it laughing and shit.But I couldn't handle it.Even though I did acid and shrooms plenty of times and enjoyed them.
All I could do was sit in my living room and watch tv because It was the only thing I new how to do at the time.I Was watching saturday night live and new it was supose to be funny.I would say little things to my self like "ok will farrell I no him he is funny" and that would keep me from going insane.If I looked away from the Tv every thing seemed different and scary for some reason.My friend was in my bedroom in the pitch black listening to tool and everyonce in a while he would come out and tell me to get in there that it was awesome and the visuals were good but I couldn't move.
After sitting on my couch for who knows how long my parents finally came home and when I saw the lights pull in the drive way I ran to my room.And layed in bed.I just layed there under the covers while my friend sat there.When my parents came in I just told them I felt sick and they left me alone.I ended up laying under the covers rolling around for a long time after that.I refused to get up Everyonce in a while I would watch tv again to get some reality into me.Then I threw up this gross sticky throw up.
After a lil while of me laying there my friend started getting paranoid and confused too he was just pacing back and forth in my room.He wanted to leave but felt like somthing was keeping him there.Then after we did this for a good hour a couple of my good friends popped there heads into my bedroom window and I suddenly felt great.I didn't tell them what was going on but they finally figured it out when me and my buddy were acting so weird outside.
So we explained.After we explained we all sat on the trampoline and smoked a bowl.The next thing I no is that is when I felt really trippy but more of the good trippy.I still just wanted it to end but atleast the hellish part was over.Atleast for me it was.
My friend that was tripping with me said."Ok man I'm out of here."So we were like you ok to drive he said ya.Then about ten minutes later we see him walking down the street toward the deadend where the sand pits were.My other friend said "mabye we should stop him before he does somthing stupid."So I said"na let him do his thing man".
about a half an hour later he came back and said he was just walking in cicles in the sand pits trying to figure out what was going on.
Then everyone just left.I ended up laying in my bed again trying to sleep but seeing nothing but closed eyed color visuals going in and out of each other and what not.Then I looked at my phooton and it kept like dissapearing I could see the wall behind it it was weird.Then I just fell asleep.
That's all I can really remember.I felt weird for a long while after that one.The next day I couldn't piss it would feel like it was going to come out but never would I hated it.IT was torcher.
All and all I would never do that again and wished I never did.I guess now it doesn't matter but O well.
Hope you enjoyed later THE LOST ONE
Well this trip happend a little over a year ago.It was my first experience with DXM it was a boring night and my buddy told me he tryed it once and it was fun I didn't want to but I usually will try most things once.
So me and him end up driving to CVS and buying an 8 ounce bottle of Robotussin.We went back to my house and walked into the woods across the street.We are just chilling under a tree taking little shots of the nasty shit untill finally the bottle was gone.Then we sit there chilling for a little while untill my parents leave.
AS we are walking down the path I feel a little happier and good like it was kicking in and I get to the top of the hill across the street and run down it to my house thinking this was going to be fun becuase I was already feeling good.
So me and my friend get to my house and it is starting to get dark.My friend says man we should smoke a little weed right now.So I said ya alright I no where there is a bag hidden in the basement.So I go downstairs to get it but when I get to the basement I forget why I'm down there.So I stand there for a good 10 minutes trying to remember.I go back upstairs and my friend says you get the weed."Oh fuck"I said "I completly forgot why I was down there." So I tryed again I went into the basement and when I got there I forgot why I was down there.So I went back up and it happend again.then after the third time I went down there I realized I was starting to feel really fucked up.So I said fuck smoking man I feel to weird.
Then slowly it kept kicking in more and more and it was a horrible feeling of confusion and paranoia.I had no Idea what to do.MY friend was loving it laughing and shit.But I couldn't handle it.Even though I did acid and shrooms plenty of times and enjoyed them.
All I could do was sit in my living room and watch tv because It was the only thing I new how to do at the time.I Was watching saturday night live and new it was supose to be funny.I would say little things to my self like "ok will farrell I no him he is funny" and that would keep me from going insane.If I looked away from the Tv every thing seemed different and scary for some reason.My friend was in my bedroom in the pitch black listening to tool and everyonce in a while he would come out and tell me to get in there that it was awesome and the visuals were good but I couldn't move.
After sitting on my couch for who knows how long my parents finally came home and when I saw the lights pull in the drive way I ran to my room.And layed in bed.I just layed there under the covers while my friend sat there.When my parents came in I just told them I felt sick and they left me alone.I ended up laying under the covers rolling around for a long time after that.I refused to get up Everyonce in a while I would watch tv again to get some reality into me.Then I threw up this gross sticky throw up.
After a lil while of me laying there my friend started getting paranoid and confused too he was just pacing back and forth in my room.He wanted to leave but felt like somthing was keeping him there.Then after we did this for a good hour a couple of my good friends popped there heads into my bedroom window and I suddenly felt great.I didn't tell them what was going on but they finally figured it out when me and my buddy were acting so weird outside.
So we explained.After we explained we all sat on the trampoline and smoked a bowl.The next thing I no is that is when I felt really trippy but more of the good trippy.I still just wanted it to end but atleast the hellish part was over.Atleast for me it was.
My friend that was tripping with me said."Ok man I'm out of here."So we were like you ok to drive he said ya.Then about ten minutes later we see him walking down the street toward the deadend where the sand pits were.My other friend said "mabye we should stop him before he does somthing stupid."So I said"na let him do his thing man".
about a half an hour later he came back and said he was just walking in cicles in the sand pits trying to figure out what was going on.
Then everyone just left.I ended up laying in my bed again trying to sleep but seeing nothing but closed eyed color visuals going in and out of each other and what not.Then I looked at my phooton and it kept like dissapearing I could see the wall behind it it was weird.Then I just fell asleep.
That's all I can really remember.I felt weird for a long while after that one.The next day I couldn't piss it would feel like it was going to come out but never would I hated it.IT was torcher.
All and all I would never do that again and wished I never did.I guess now it doesn't matter but O well.
Hope you enjoyed later THE LOST ONE
