Salphyus
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After reading trip reports and general information on dextromethorphan I decided that I would try it; it was an easy drug to get with a very low risk level. So last night I scoured three of my local drug stores and supermarkets looking for Robitussin Max., only to fail in finding it (do they not sell it in Canada anymore?). Eventually I settled on “DM Cough Syrup” (what I assumed was the Safeway brand equivalent), picking up the box I laughed to myself at how proudly it displayed the “Safeway Select” logo, denoting its inferiority (though this law rarely applies to medicine). It was a 120 ml bottle with 15 mg per 5 ml, dextromethorphan hydrobromide being the only active ingredient. While reading the inactive ingredients I was a little set back when noticing that it included glycerin and used sodium cyclamate and sodium sorbitol solution as sweeteners, which I had heard can induce vomiting and diarrhea, though due to the limited choice I decided to buy it anyway.
As I am 16 and still living at home I waited until my parents had gone to bed (approx. 1:10 am) and took a few swigs of the syrup, I decided that it wasn’t all that bad and stupidly tipped the remainder of the bottle into a salty beef soup I was eating at the time. Of course since it was heavier than the soup it all sunk to the bottom and made eating the last of the soup utterly revolting. I experienced some slight nausea until I washed the sickeningly sweet taste out of my mouth under the tap. I polished off the bottle at exactly 1:15 am and went to go watch T.V for the half-hour I’d heard it takes to kick in. While watching the porno “Carnal Desires” I suddenly realized that I was feeling a little light-headed, I stood up and got what felt like a head rush but what was clearly not, looking at the stove-clock it was exactly 1:45 am. I gathered up a few things and left the house for a night on the town.
As more and more time passed I started to get increasingly light headed and carefree, several times I realized that I’d been smiling for several minutes and not been aware. As I got closer into town I began to lose my sense of time, it seemed as though I’d been walking for half an hour but when judging by the distance I’d traveled it couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes. Also I noticed that I felt like I swaying back and forth slightly and that it felt as though my knees were not fully bending. I decided to head to the only store in my small town that stays open all-night, 7-11 and buy a bottle of water as I’ve heard it can increase the experience. As I approached the door I decided to see if I could walk normally and cover up that I was on something, I found I mostly could though I let myself go and walked naturally around the store to the water and then the check-out. Outside the store while struggling to open the bottle I noticed two people about my age sitting on the curb, one asked me if I was looking for something. I told him I wasn’t. A few seconds later he said that the water “cures the hang-over”, I laughed as chugging cough syrup is unheard of in my town and he must have thought I was drunk out of my mind (though ironically I’ve heard that water helps with DXM hangovers too). After I had wrestled the bottle open it began to rain and not wanting to spend the rest of my trip soaking wet I ran to a covered area beside a bank, which was a truly wonderful experience, pure pleasure was pumping through my veins moving that quickly full of dex. Unfortunately standing there was when my trip started to turn sour.
Walking back the way I’d come I started to notice how completely empty my town was this late at night (estimate: 2:45 am), and I started to feel a strong pang of loneliness. This feeling got much worse as time passed until I was feeling severely depressed, I started looking around for another person, anyone but I couldn’t see anything, not even a car going by. I decided to make my way home. Walking home I started experiencing the beginning of the peak of the trip and saw/heard mild visuals/auditories. Thinking I’d heard a group of people laughing I’d rip off my headphones and spin about only to realize it was just rain water trickling down into the sewer. Every bench I saw I’d think there was someone sitting on it I could talk to, every mailbox or street sign was a person. (At this point I tried to save the trip by changing the song on my MP3 player to something a little happier, I noticed that I couldn’t focus on the back-lit screen properly unless I held it at about arm’s distance away.) These experiences left me feeling even worse every time they happened. Images of my ex-girlfriends and old friends went in and out of my mind and I felt a strong sense of nostalgia, not for a particular person, but just for another human being. I began to get a sense of how strongly I’ve been repressing my loneliness for so long. Looking at my reflection in the same shop windows I’d laughed at earlier on I examined my face, I was shocked at how furrowed my brow was, and how clearly the emotion of intense sorrow and an almost comical degree of grief was expressed on my face. I would have laughed at how theatrical my expression looked if I hadn’t of felt so completely terrible. Stopping to rest a moment beside a tree I couldn’t stop myself from stroking its bark and wrapping my arms around it for a minute, as if I could turn it into a person. Within a few moments I realized I was being stupid and left the tree alone, continuing on my way.
Thinking I saw someone in a large grey coat I quickened my pace full of hope, turning the corner I was surprised to find that it was in fact a real person walking his or her dog. I considered running up to them and trying to talk but I turned and walked away, I knew I’d only frighten them by robo-stalking them in the dead of night. Nearly home I took a different, longer route through Safeway’s parking lot, as during the better part of the trip I’d noticed two police cars sitting there and hoped that maybe they’d think I was drunk and stop me, giving me someone to talk to. Unfortunately, (or perhaps fortunately) they were no longer there and so I walked home through a park that I’ve seen people hanging out in late at night, but this too was empty. Eventually I got my miserable self home and into bed, once I was back in my house and out of that wet, lonely environment the trip got a little better. I put on some music which was somewhat enhanced even this late in the trip (4:00 am) and writhed about under my sheets, every time I moved a sense of pleasure flowed through my entire body and I was smiling again. It was a strange feeling, moving made me feel better than I had ever felt before although I didn’t really want to since I was feeling quite tired. I fell asleep at about 5:45 am as the trip ended and woke up feeling totally refreshed, it is now 3:00 pm the same day and I’m writing this with a great afterglow feeling. (Maybe I’m enjoying this instead of the infamous DXM hangover because of the large bottle of water I drank?)
Looking back over the report I’ve just written I know I haven’t done a very good job at expressing exactly how badly I felt, but I’m sure whoever’s reading this will understand that it’s impossible to describe a bad trip to anyone who has never experienced one. I’ve been wanting to try acid for some time now, but after last night’s adventure I’m beginning to think that I’m not currently at a point in my life where this would be such a good idea (***any thoughts on this would be appreciated***).
I apologize for the length of my report, but I think that trip reports serve their purpose best if they are as detailed as possible.
After reading trip reports and general information on dextromethorphan I decided that I would try it; it was an easy drug to get with a very low risk level. So last night I scoured three of my local drug stores and supermarkets looking for Robitussin Max., only to fail in finding it (do they not sell it in Canada anymore?). Eventually I settled on “DM Cough Syrup” (what I assumed was the Safeway brand equivalent), picking up the box I laughed to myself at how proudly it displayed the “Safeway Select” logo, denoting its inferiority (though this law rarely applies to medicine). It was a 120 ml bottle with 15 mg per 5 ml, dextromethorphan hydrobromide being the only active ingredient. While reading the inactive ingredients I was a little set back when noticing that it included glycerin and used sodium cyclamate and sodium sorbitol solution as sweeteners, which I had heard can induce vomiting and diarrhea, though due to the limited choice I decided to buy it anyway.
As I am 16 and still living at home I waited until my parents had gone to bed (approx. 1:10 am) and took a few swigs of the syrup, I decided that it wasn’t all that bad and stupidly tipped the remainder of the bottle into a salty beef soup I was eating at the time. Of course since it was heavier than the soup it all sunk to the bottom and made eating the last of the soup utterly revolting. I experienced some slight nausea until I washed the sickeningly sweet taste out of my mouth under the tap. I polished off the bottle at exactly 1:15 am and went to go watch T.V for the half-hour I’d heard it takes to kick in. While watching the porno “Carnal Desires” I suddenly realized that I was feeling a little light-headed, I stood up and got what felt like a head rush but what was clearly not, looking at the stove-clock it was exactly 1:45 am. I gathered up a few things and left the house for a night on the town.
As more and more time passed I started to get increasingly light headed and carefree, several times I realized that I’d been smiling for several minutes and not been aware. As I got closer into town I began to lose my sense of time, it seemed as though I’d been walking for half an hour but when judging by the distance I’d traveled it couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes. Also I noticed that I felt like I swaying back and forth slightly and that it felt as though my knees were not fully bending. I decided to head to the only store in my small town that stays open all-night, 7-11 and buy a bottle of water as I’ve heard it can increase the experience. As I approached the door I decided to see if I could walk normally and cover up that I was on something, I found I mostly could though I let myself go and walked naturally around the store to the water and then the check-out. Outside the store while struggling to open the bottle I noticed two people about my age sitting on the curb, one asked me if I was looking for something. I told him I wasn’t. A few seconds later he said that the water “cures the hang-over”, I laughed as chugging cough syrup is unheard of in my town and he must have thought I was drunk out of my mind (though ironically I’ve heard that water helps with DXM hangovers too). After I had wrestled the bottle open it began to rain and not wanting to spend the rest of my trip soaking wet I ran to a covered area beside a bank, which was a truly wonderful experience, pure pleasure was pumping through my veins moving that quickly full of dex. Unfortunately standing there was when my trip started to turn sour.
Walking back the way I’d come I started to notice how completely empty my town was this late at night (estimate: 2:45 am), and I started to feel a strong pang of loneliness. This feeling got much worse as time passed until I was feeling severely depressed, I started looking around for another person, anyone but I couldn’t see anything, not even a car going by. I decided to make my way home. Walking home I started experiencing the beginning of the peak of the trip and saw/heard mild visuals/auditories. Thinking I’d heard a group of people laughing I’d rip off my headphones and spin about only to realize it was just rain water trickling down into the sewer. Every bench I saw I’d think there was someone sitting on it I could talk to, every mailbox or street sign was a person. (At this point I tried to save the trip by changing the song on my MP3 player to something a little happier, I noticed that I couldn’t focus on the back-lit screen properly unless I held it at about arm’s distance away.) These experiences left me feeling even worse every time they happened. Images of my ex-girlfriends and old friends went in and out of my mind and I felt a strong sense of nostalgia, not for a particular person, but just for another human being. I began to get a sense of how strongly I’ve been repressing my loneliness for so long. Looking at my reflection in the same shop windows I’d laughed at earlier on I examined my face, I was shocked at how furrowed my brow was, and how clearly the emotion of intense sorrow and an almost comical degree of grief was expressed on my face. I would have laughed at how theatrical my expression looked if I hadn’t of felt so completely terrible. Stopping to rest a moment beside a tree I couldn’t stop myself from stroking its bark and wrapping my arms around it for a minute, as if I could turn it into a person. Within a few moments I realized I was being stupid and left the tree alone, continuing on my way.
Thinking I saw someone in a large grey coat I quickened my pace full of hope, turning the corner I was surprised to find that it was in fact a real person walking his or her dog. I considered running up to them and trying to talk but I turned and walked away, I knew I’d only frighten them by robo-stalking them in the dead of night. Nearly home I took a different, longer route through Safeway’s parking lot, as during the better part of the trip I’d noticed two police cars sitting there and hoped that maybe they’d think I was drunk and stop me, giving me someone to talk to. Unfortunately, (or perhaps fortunately) they were no longer there and so I walked home through a park that I’ve seen people hanging out in late at night, but this too was empty. Eventually I got my miserable self home and into bed, once I was back in my house and out of that wet, lonely environment the trip got a little better. I put on some music which was somewhat enhanced even this late in the trip (4:00 am) and writhed about under my sheets, every time I moved a sense of pleasure flowed through my entire body and I was smiling again. It was a strange feeling, moving made me feel better than I had ever felt before although I didn’t really want to since I was feeling quite tired. I fell asleep at about 5:45 am as the trip ended and woke up feeling totally refreshed, it is now 3:00 pm the same day and I’m writing this with a great afterglow feeling. (Maybe I’m enjoying this instead of the infamous DXM hangover because of the large bottle of water I drank?)
Looking back over the report I’ve just written I know I haven’t done a very good job at expressing exactly how badly I felt, but I’m sure whoever’s reading this will understand that it’s impossible to describe a bad trip to anyone who has never experienced one. I’ve been wanting to try acid for some time now, but after last night’s adventure I’m beginning to think that I’m not currently at a point in my life where this would be such a good idea (***any thoughts on this would be appreciated***).
I apologize for the length of my report, but I think that trip reports serve their purpose best if they are as detailed as possible.
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