rogan
Bluelighter
DXM 2nd time
16/9/2005
My first dxm trip was rather uneventful, I took (well so I thought) 200 mg of dxm and felt nothing but threshold effects, the only interesting thing from my first trip was an amazing experience listening to the song 'Gamemaster' it literally brought me to tears, but otherwise it could be described as slightly drunk/slightly stoned type of feeling.
DXM #2 'Hidden treasures'
After a hard day at university painfully attempting to properly bias a JFET power amplifier for a temperature controller I decided it was a good night to relax by myself. Perhaps the left over dxm from last week would help me kick back.
For my first trip I had measured out 100 ml of Robitussin DX in some ghetto measuring cups, turned out the dxm god had created these measuring cups just for me. My stressed state of mind was not a appropriate for a first time dxm user to reach to the 2nd plateau, thus the dxm gods shrunk these measuring cups. For when I poured my remaining Robitussin into a measuring jug instead of the expected 100 ml left over (200 ml bottle) I actually had closer to 150ml, imagine the big smile on rogans face! So I wasn't dxm tolerant after all, just unable to operate measuring cups.
Anyway so 150 ml of cough syrup in front of me, thats about 3 times what I did last time, is this really such a good idea? What the hell, start of holidays, gulp, burp, done.
So I sit back in front of the tv and look forward to my night alone to trip, *bang* what? oh no my flatmate is home, bugger. Oh well will hit the computer, decided to play an old school game Quake 3, not even the full version, just the demo. Play that for a bit, first effects...I am getting extremely bored of Quake 3, second effects, there are colors leaking from the walls.
At this point I decide to put some tunes on and lie on my bed, for those interested I actually put on a mix from the Bluelight dj mixes thread, thanks Bluelight!
At this point things become a bit weird, I've done drugs before (e, speed and pot) but none of them have ever given me visuals, so when I look at the air conditioning vent and see flocks of butterfly's flying out towards me I start to get a little bit anxious. This causes a chain reaction, luckily not leading to a bad trip, but instead a bad decision, I don't smoke, smoking is generally not recommended on dxm, however at that point I needed to get out of the house and a packet of smokes was the perfect excuse.
However on my first trip although I thought I had, but I most definitely hadn't experienced robo walking, getting off my bed was almost impossible, walking 5 minutes to the closest petrol station? probably easier to get smokes from the top of mount everest. Luckily I found that despite how strange it felt to actually use my legs for *gasp* walking, once I told them where to go I could pretty much ignore them.
The external stimulation while walking was intense, trams, cars, horns, crossing the road, etc. Just too much, was glad to have reached my destination. The service station attendant was my only real social contact while tripping, my conversation with him completely freaked me out, he would say sentences to me that would take like hours to come out of his mouth, I would then reply within a millisecond. Time for an exercise people, you'll need 2 people for this, record one saying 'Can I help you sir?' and the other 'pack of PJ 20 supers', slow down the first by a factor of 4 and speed up the latter by a factor of 4, thats what the conversation sounded like to me. With the weird look he gave me I don't want to know how it sounded to him.
Victory, I have my packet of smokes! I open and pull one out, but for some reason I can't smoke on the street, I sure as hell can't smoke at home, well the obvious answer in my deranged mind: smoke on the train tracks! Luckily as I approach the train tracks a train passes and reminds me that I probably shouldn't smoke on the train tracks either. So I sit in some dirty ass alley way and light up my cigarette. As I cheerfully puff away on smoke I realize that I am in fact dooming myself to have a bad trip by smoking but continue anyway as the bad dxm ghosts are floating away with the smoke.
I'm feeling quite social now, so I head towards the train station with the intention of visiting a mate, but of course, I am tripping alone because he is having a quiet one with his girlfriend. So I sit on a bench next to a playground, pondering whether I should introduce myself to the cars with the black tinted windows in the darkened car park. As I look into the parked cars I enable my x-ray vision and note that the cars do in fact contain aliens, I laugh to myself as I would back towards my house.
At this point my thoughts are completely foreign to me, does the dxm infact contain little souls that take over the control of your brain? At this point it seems entirely possible.
In fact it is so, I have proof, I return to my house and then go out back for a smoke, smoke at my house? But sober rogan would never do that. As I stand out back I enjoy a moment of ecstasy as I look at the sky, my mind takes a break from feeding me endless loops of visuals so I can appreciate the sky to its full potential, the sky is just there, its what I see every night, but tonight, its there just for me.
I return to bed to enjoy what I thought would be the tail end of my trip. Well after putting some more tunes on I am finally able to understand a concept that non users most likely do not really understand, ego loss, no I was not lucky enough to experience it, but having been reading threads on Bluelight about it I was really quite confused about what people really meant when they said they experienced ego loss. My version of this experience is perhaps slightly different, my ego is not ready to be shed, but what I experienced can only be described as the exact weight of my ego, I was but a point in an infinite white void, however on top of me was this enormous green cube, this cube that I had to carry around with me was my ego, it was at this moment that I knew how much my ego weighed and thus how much lighter I would feel if I could get it off my back, but this is my first real psychedelic experience, there were real forces pulling back into my body.
At this point things started to get a back darker, but I didn't resist, I turned off my uplifting trance and put on earphones and listened to some dark psytrance. While I wanted to go with the flow I had to draw the line, the darker mood that I was now in was inspiring too many dark visuals, my whole bed was a dark maroon snake skin like material with demons boiling something in the middle, I didn't want to know what they were boiling so I turned off the music and tried to sleep.
But sleep did not want to come, little rogan still had dxm pumping through him. After getting quite anxious and a very fast heartbeat I decided to watch some tv and then now, writing this. I am sorry if its long, boring or whatever - but its made me feel heaps better. So yeah to those out there like me looking for an easy high, dxm is it, but I do really highly recommend you do it with someone, my trip while fun - could have been so much better if there was someone to share it with.
In summary, boring first experience (what you expect for 50 ml), second experience is I guess what you would call a second plateau experience, can't wait to try it again!
16/9/2005
My first dxm trip was rather uneventful, I took (well so I thought) 200 mg of dxm and felt nothing but threshold effects, the only interesting thing from my first trip was an amazing experience listening to the song 'Gamemaster' it literally brought me to tears, but otherwise it could be described as slightly drunk/slightly stoned type of feeling.
DXM #2 'Hidden treasures'
After a hard day at university painfully attempting to properly bias a JFET power amplifier for a temperature controller I decided it was a good night to relax by myself. Perhaps the left over dxm from last week would help me kick back.
For my first trip I had measured out 100 ml of Robitussin DX in some ghetto measuring cups, turned out the dxm god had created these measuring cups just for me. My stressed state of mind was not a appropriate for a first time dxm user to reach to the 2nd plateau, thus the dxm gods shrunk these measuring cups. For when I poured my remaining Robitussin into a measuring jug instead of the expected 100 ml left over (200 ml bottle) I actually had closer to 150ml, imagine the big smile on rogans face! So I wasn't dxm tolerant after all, just unable to operate measuring cups.
Anyway so 150 ml of cough syrup in front of me, thats about 3 times what I did last time, is this really such a good idea? What the hell, start of holidays, gulp, burp, done.
So I sit back in front of the tv and look forward to my night alone to trip, *bang* what? oh no my flatmate is home, bugger. Oh well will hit the computer, decided to play an old school game Quake 3, not even the full version, just the demo. Play that for a bit, first effects...I am getting extremely bored of Quake 3, second effects, there are colors leaking from the walls.
At this point I decide to put some tunes on and lie on my bed, for those interested I actually put on a mix from the Bluelight dj mixes thread, thanks Bluelight!
At this point things become a bit weird, I've done drugs before (e, speed and pot) but none of them have ever given me visuals, so when I look at the air conditioning vent and see flocks of butterfly's flying out towards me I start to get a little bit anxious. This causes a chain reaction, luckily not leading to a bad trip, but instead a bad decision, I don't smoke, smoking is generally not recommended on dxm, however at that point I needed to get out of the house and a packet of smokes was the perfect excuse.
However on my first trip although I thought I had, but I most definitely hadn't experienced robo walking, getting off my bed was almost impossible, walking 5 minutes to the closest petrol station? probably easier to get smokes from the top of mount everest. Luckily I found that despite how strange it felt to actually use my legs for *gasp* walking, once I told them where to go I could pretty much ignore them.
The external stimulation while walking was intense, trams, cars, horns, crossing the road, etc. Just too much, was glad to have reached my destination. The service station attendant was my only real social contact while tripping, my conversation with him completely freaked me out, he would say sentences to me that would take like hours to come out of his mouth, I would then reply within a millisecond. Time for an exercise people, you'll need 2 people for this, record one saying 'Can I help you sir?' and the other 'pack of PJ 20 supers', slow down the first by a factor of 4 and speed up the latter by a factor of 4, thats what the conversation sounded like to me. With the weird look he gave me I don't want to know how it sounded to him.
Victory, I have my packet of smokes! I open and pull one out, but for some reason I can't smoke on the street, I sure as hell can't smoke at home, well the obvious answer in my deranged mind: smoke on the train tracks! Luckily as I approach the train tracks a train passes and reminds me that I probably shouldn't smoke on the train tracks either. So I sit in some dirty ass alley way and light up my cigarette. As I cheerfully puff away on smoke I realize that I am in fact dooming myself to have a bad trip by smoking but continue anyway as the bad dxm ghosts are floating away with the smoke.
I'm feeling quite social now, so I head towards the train station with the intention of visiting a mate, but of course, I am tripping alone because he is having a quiet one with his girlfriend. So I sit on a bench next to a playground, pondering whether I should introduce myself to the cars with the black tinted windows in the darkened car park. As I look into the parked cars I enable my x-ray vision and note that the cars do in fact contain aliens, I laugh to myself as I would back towards my house.
At this point my thoughts are completely foreign to me, does the dxm infact contain little souls that take over the control of your brain? At this point it seems entirely possible.
In fact it is so, I have proof, I return to my house and then go out back for a smoke, smoke at my house? But sober rogan would never do that. As I stand out back I enjoy a moment of ecstasy as I look at the sky, my mind takes a break from feeding me endless loops of visuals so I can appreciate the sky to its full potential, the sky is just there, its what I see every night, but tonight, its there just for me.
I return to bed to enjoy what I thought would be the tail end of my trip. Well after putting some more tunes on I am finally able to understand a concept that non users most likely do not really understand, ego loss, no I was not lucky enough to experience it, but having been reading threads on Bluelight about it I was really quite confused about what people really meant when they said they experienced ego loss. My version of this experience is perhaps slightly different, my ego is not ready to be shed, but what I experienced can only be described as the exact weight of my ego, I was but a point in an infinite white void, however on top of me was this enormous green cube, this cube that I had to carry around with me was my ego, it was at this moment that I knew how much my ego weighed and thus how much lighter I would feel if I could get it off my back, but this is my first real psychedelic experience, there were real forces pulling back into my body.
At this point things started to get a back darker, but I didn't resist, I turned off my uplifting trance and put on earphones and listened to some dark psytrance. While I wanted to go with the flow I had to draw the line, the darker mood that I was now in was inspiring too many dark visuals, my whole bed was a dark maroon snake skin like material with demons boiling something in the middle, I didn't want to know what they were boiling so I turned off the music and tried to sleep.
But sleep did not want to come, little rogan still had dxm pumping through him. After getting quite anxious and a very fast heartbeat I decided to watch some tv and then now, writing this. I am sorry if its long, boring or whatever - but its made me feel heaps better. So yeah to those out there like me looking for an easy high, dxm is it, but I do really highly recommend you do it with someone, my trip while fun - could have been so much better if there was someone to share it with.
In summary, boring first experience (what you expect for 50 ml), second experience is I guess what you would call a second plateau experience, can't wait to try it again!
