aLinkToTheAss
Bluelighter
For the past couple years I have very much enjoyed my drug adventures. Staring with weed, and then mushrooms, and lsd, etc. I was blown away when I discovered just how much the psychedelic experience had to offer. As a kid I just thought of them as pretty lights stupid people enjoy that mess up their heads. I?ve always been very sensitive to most drugs (except salvia for some reason which didn?t really work), and have never taken more than 200μg lsd, if that. I typically get completely lost in my head, reach states of intense ego dissolution, and get absolutely ridiculous synesthesia from what most would consider common doses. I suppose I save money in the end so who cares.
I?ve always been pretty interested in dissociatives, but never got around to trying them until last night. For some reason DXM seems to be coated misleading evil vibes. This is wrong. Not that it?s impossible to have a bad trip or anything, but DXM blew my mind with its introspective and psychedelic qualities. A drug that can truly help certain kinds of people, with certain problems, in my opinion. I very much anticipated a meaningless assortment of abstract images and the next level of drunken stupor. The latter definitely has some grounding in reality, but I can?t call this a drug for only stupid teenagers (like myself) any longer.
The decision to procure DXM was fairly spontaneous, and I suppose that?s probably good set and setting and all that, but I just can?t remember what really gave me the idea, if anything. After returning home from a walk in the snow I had to decide if I wanted to take it that night in my bed, or the next day at a party at an ex girlfriend?s house. I thought that I probably wouldn?t be able to get home while tripping on this stuff, based on what I had read, so I decided to take it that night. With all honesty, I was probably just being impatient.
After eating a lot of firecracker shrimp, and watching way too much Bill Nye saves the world for some reason, I go to bed. It?s now time to party. I take out the bottle I had hid under my bed and drink about 2/3 of it, while still watching the eccentric Bill Nye. Now we wait. Bill Nye was telling me about gender fluidity at the time, which seems to have ingrained itself to appear latter in the trip.
After an hour I come to the conclusion that I am definitely feeling it. My covers became softer than what I would assume physically possible, but hey, I?m no softness measuring device. My chest was filled with a very pleasant warm feeling, that was rather euphoric. Not to mention that Bill Nye was suddenly very funny. This must be me entering the first plateau.
I?m not sure about the passage of time at this point, but stuff started getting weird fast. Visual distortions completely unlike lsd or mushrooms, but not entirely unfamiliar somehow. A numb feeling that began spreading through my body as my mind dissociated from it definitely caught my attention. Looking at my window in through the dark room was captivating. Some cool old fabric with tribal patterns on it my dad gave me to use as blinds formed a long and thin slit with the window frame that light could come through (not that there was much at this hour). It glowed something fierce, and I loved every minute of it.
My mind at this point had shifted its attention to the dissociative effects, which where now coming on strong. As my bed started moving towards my wall I knew that this was now a full on trip, and not just a goofy high. It seemed however, much harder to panic than it would be on a traditional psychedelic (I could see this relaxation going away with higher doses). The way every shape I could make out in my room began splitting from one another and distorting was actually quite aesthetically pleasing. For a while I had the sensation of floating miles above my bed in a world that I will now attempt to describe. I was entering what I assume to be the second plateau.
The general ?feel? of DXM is something very strange, and to me, awesome. I feeling of absolutely no control, and just not caring at all as you float of out of reality into worlds in your head where you can witness dream like scenes unfold.
I?m not sure if this was just my trip, or the vibes of DXM as a whole, but every world I went into felt like something from a distopian future with style very similar too the movie Blade Runner, with an animation style like Akira. Everything was living with the machines it seemed.
The first world I recall being pulled into, was raining. All the time. Some unusual looking dudes that probably said something to me is all I can remember. I was controlling the body of a girl wearing my one of my flannels at the time, and only thought this was unusual after I returned. Through the rest of the worlds I entered, I was this girl for some reason.
Next world I remember is probably the one with the two pirate looking dudes who sent their robot bird to deliver a scroll. Unfortunately I can?t remember the birds name, but I do remember that it was cool. This was clearly in the same universe as the last one.
At one point I put my head under my covers to see what would happen, and eventually two mischievous creatures appeared and began spouting very bizarre sounds. Wether or not I understood them, I?m not sure, but it?s definitely a possibility. They decided to step up their game at one point, and just freak me the fuck out by dismembering each other. Maybe that?s normal for their species? I promptly left the underside of my covers. Those guys where just weird.
This was very possibly the most vivid world I entered, as it is the most engrained in my memory. Once again, two guys (I don I now why they all seem to follow this format), this time old men playing ping pong. They where pretty good too. Seemed like it was all they did. Don?t remember how, but I attracted their attention, and instead of preforming the traditional ping pong greeting, they just started acting like total dicks. Called me a ?jack off? repeatedly. Their animated faces morphing slightly creepier with each repetition. They wouldn?t shut up. All they cared about was making me accept that I am, in fact, a ?jack off?. Eventually their faces melded together and the ping pong table gave way as I returned to reality.
Lastly, I recall a hub of sorts. The nexus of these worlds, with every character I met on the way there. A fat guy smoking what I assume was a blunt, a businessy looking guy that seemed sketchy, the space pirate guys (can?t remember the bird), and maybe even the jack off ping pong guys (not quite sure). All of them where sitting on makeshift chairs and buckets around a sole monitor with static in a room with a green hue. I remember the fat guy placing me besides him as he explained to me where we were, and that that monitor was the drug I had taken. All of this vanished once I remembered I was on a drug.
These are the of course, just the worlds I remember. They weren?t completely emersive, like I imagine a higher plateau trip being or anything. Mostly mental hallucinations with very interesting (but at this dose, somewhat dull) visuals of the animated worlds I explored. They typically didn?t last very long either. Every one of them was certainly something else though, and I will fondly remember the unexpected beauty that is DXM for some time. Next time I won?t do it at night, as I lost a lot of sleep. The comedown was just exhausting at that point.
Most of the trip was just spent in bed, but at one point I needed to pee. I found this a funny adventure. I could see a light through the crevasse on the top of my beadroom door, so I knew my parents where still up. My only option it seemed was to wait, because I had realized upon getting out of bed that I was almost incapable of walking at all. I waited for what felt like long enough, and I was going to piss my pants, so it?s time to DXM ninja my way to the bathroom. If only I had a picture of myself grabbing the wall for dear life as I stumbled the whole four feet to the bathroom, just outside my mother?s periphery, I could die happy. Nothing compares to the sense of accomplishment one experiences when they successfully traverse a small distance with the motor skills of a drunk toddler, to be rewarded with a reliving uriation. Than you of course realize you have to make the trip back after you stamp staring a table the oh so mesmerizing floor. Total buzz kill that one.
This is my first time writing a full trip report, so I hope all of you like it. 350mg is probably a pretty good first time dose for someone who has taken a psychedelic before, and is looking for an unusual experience. If this was my first trip, I would have freaked out bad, and thought I wash dying. Luckily I found it mostly positive. Any more than this for a first time would give many the wrong idea about DXM. Thank you!
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
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I?ve always been pretty interested in dissociatives, but never got around to trying them until last night. For some reason DXM seems to be coated misleading evil vibes. This is wrong. Not that it?s impossible to have a bad trip or anything, but DXM blew my mind with its introspective and psychedelic qualities. A drug that can truly help certain kinds of people, with certain problems, in my opinion. I very much anticipated a meaningless assortment of abstract images and the next level of drunken stupor. The latter definitely has some grounding in reality, but I can?t call this a drug for only stupid teenagers (like myself) any longer.
The decision to procure DXM was fairly spontaneous, and I suppose that?s probably good set and setting and all that, but I just can?t remember what really gave me the idea, if anything. After returning home from a walk in the snow I had to decide if I wanted to take it that night in my bed, or the next day at a party at an ex girlfriend?s house. I thought that I probably wouldn?t be able to get home while tripping on this stuff, based on what I had read, so I decided to take it that night. With all honesty, I was probably just being impatient.
After eating a lot of firecracker shrimp, and watching way too much Bill Nye saves the world for some reason, I go to bed. It?s now time to party. I take out the bottle I had hid under my bed and drink about 2/3 of it, while still watching the eccentric Bill Nye. Now we wait. Bill Nye was telling me about gender fluidity at the time, which seems to have ingrained itself to appear latter in the trip.
After an hour I come to the conclusion that I am definitely feeling it. My covers became softer than what I would assume physically possible, but hey, I?m no softness measuring device. My chest was filled with a very pleasant warm feeling, that was rather euphoric. Not to mention that Bill Nye was suddenly very funny. This must be me entering the first plateau.
I?m not sure about the passage of time at this point, but stuff started getting weird fast. Visual distortions completely unlike lsd or mushrooms, but not entirely unfamiliar somehow. A numb feeling that began spreading through my body as my mind dissociated from it definitely caught my attention. Looking at my window in through the dark room was captivating. Some cool old fabric with tribal patterns on it my dad gave me to use as blinds formed a long and thin slit with the window frame that light could come through (not that there was much at this hour). It glowed something fierce, and I loved every minute of it.
My mind at this point had shifted its attention to the dissociative effects, which where now coming on strong. As my bed started moving towards my wall I knew that this was now a full on trip, and not just a goofy high. It seemed however, much harder to panic than it would be on a traditional psychedelic (I could see this relaxation going away with higher doses). The way every shape I could make out in my room began splitting from one another and distorting was actually quite aesthetically pleasing. For a while I had the sensation of floating miles above my bed in a world that I will now attempt to describe. I was entering what I assume to be the second plateau.
The general ?feel? of DXM is something very strange, and to me, awesome. I feeling of absolutely no control, and just not caring at all as you float of out of reality into worlds in your head where you can witness dream like scenes unfold.
I?m not sure if this was just my trip, or the vibes of DXM as a whole, but every world I went into felt like something from a distopian future with style very similar too the movie Blade Runner, with an animation style like Akira. Everything was living with the machines it seemed.
The first world I recall being pulled into, was raining. All the time. Some unusual looking dudes that probably said something to me is all I can remember. I was controlling the body of a girl wearing my one of my flannels at the time, and only thought this was unusual after I returned. Through the rest of the worlds I entered, I was this girl for some reason.
Next world I remember is probably the one with the two pirate looking dudes who sent their robot bird to deliver a scroll. Unfortunately I can?t remember the birds name, but I do remember that it was cool. This was clearly in the same universe as the last one.
At one point I put my head under my covers to see what would happen, and eventually two mischievous creatures appeared and began spouting very bizarre sounds. Wether or not I understood them, I?m not sure, but it?s definitely a possibility. They decided to step up their game at one point, and just freak me the fuck out by dismembering each other. Maybe that?s normal for their species? I promptly left the underside of my covers. Those guys where just weird.
This was very possibly the most vivid world I entered, as it is the most engrained in my memory. Once again, two guys (I don I now why they all seem to follow this format), this time old men playing ping pong. They where pretty good too. Seemed like it was all they did. Don?t remember how, but I attracted their attention, and instead of preforming the traditional ping pong greeting, they just started acting like total dicks. Called me a ?jack off? repeatedly. Their animated faces morphing slightly creepier with each repetition. They wouldn?t shut up. All they cared about was making me accept that I am, in fact, a ?jack off?. Eventually their faces melded together and the ping pong table gave way as I returned to reality.
Lastly, I recall a hub of sorts. The nexus of these worlds, with every character I met on the way there. A fat guy smoking what I assume was a blunt, a businessy looking guy that seemed sketchy, the space pirate guys (can?t remember the bird), and maybe even the jack off ping pong guys (not quite sure). All of them where sitting on makeshift chairs and buckets around a sole monitor with static in a room with a green hue. I remember the fat guy placing me besides him as he explained to me where we were, and that that monitor was the drug I had taken. All of this vanished once I remembered I was on a drug.
These are the of course, just the worlds I remember. They weren?t completely emersive, like I imagine a higher plateau trip being or anything. Mostly mental hallucinations with very interesting (but at this dose, somewhat dull) visuals of the animated worlds I explored. They typically didn?t last very long either. Every one of them was certainly something else though, and I will fondly remember the unexpected beauty that is DXM for some time. Next time I won?t do it at night, as I lost a lot of sleep. The comedown was just exhausting at that point.
Most of the trip was just spent in bed, but at one point I needed to pee. I found this a funny adventure. I could see a light through the crevasse on the top of my beadroom door, so I knew my parents where still up. My only option it seemed was to wait, because I had realized upon getting out of bed that I was almost incapable of walking at all. I waited for what felt like long enough, and I was going to piss my pants, so it?s time to DXM ninja my way to the bathroom. If only I had a picture of myself grabbing the wall for dear life as I stumbled the whole four feet to the bathroom, just outside my mother?s periphery, I could die happy. Nothing compares to the sense of accomplishment one experiences when they successfully traverse a small distance with the motor skills of a drunk toddler, to be rewarded with a reliving uriation. Than you of course realize you have to make the trip back after you stamp staring a table the oh so mesmerizing floor. Total buzz kill that one.
This is my first time writing a full trip report, so I hope all of you like it. 350mg is probably a pretty good first time dose for someone who has taken a psychedelic before, and is looking for an unusual experience. If this was my first trip, I would have freaked out bad, and thought I wash dying. Luckily I found it mostly positive. Any more than this for a first time would give many the wrong idea about DXM. Thank you!
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_dxm
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_oral
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