Dexhead
Bluelighter
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Cautions and warnings of several stories led me to believe the third of plateaus on dextromethorphan was an overwhelming experience. Although this may be true, I was determined to reach this level before my time on this shit-hole of a planet was done.
Another Friday night of robo tripping was due to ensue. It was about five o’clock when I got an unexpecting phone call from my friend Ross. He said he was getting out of work early and was going to stop by now. He arrived soon after and we headed down to McDonalds before we met what could be described as the hell-seller. This person would of course be found at Shaws. I eagerly searched for the best bottle with only dxm as the main ingredient. Disappointed, there was no extra strength robotussin, I grabbed long lasting robotussin. I wasn’t sure if this would be strong enough, but I was convinced I had to try.
We noticed Mark was working. He was the cashier in the express line at Shaws. At first we saw him, he turned red (cammo mode). He often does this when he is nervous, which seems to be pretty much 24/7. We got in line, wanting to buy from his line so we could exchange conversation. It seemed he was in an apparent state of Down syndrome. I thought this because his customers were counting the change they should receive. They were doing this for him. What in the fuck was wrong with him? From experiences of my own, I could see what was going on in his mind. He was thinking: Oh god, someone fuck me please right now in the ass. I had barely a sense of care for this, so I ignored what he was feeling and said hello in a normal tone of voice. He knew right away what I was doing with that bottle of cough syrup, as I had recently tripped around him just two days before. Our conversation was not important, considering he knows nothing about drugs, and most likely has no ambition to do them.
We rushed out of the store only to find that it was still pissing rain outside which left me a bit paranoid as I was going to trip during these conditions. I quickly dropped the plastic bag my bottle to hell was wrapped in, ripped off the box and dropped it with the tablespoon cup on top of the bottle. This present of robotussin felt very precious in my hands and I almost felt addicted, but not quite. I just had an amazing desire to quickly down it and countdown to hallucination. Without any more thoughts, I ripped open the bottle and quickly chugged. When I say quickly, I mean this was gone in four gruesome disgustingly tasting seconds. It seemed harder to down each time. Nonetheless, I had figured there’d be much for of this in my lifetime, however long that would be.
I’m not sure the order of events, or the full list of them that occurred in the time after this, but I will remember to the best of my effort of how this trip came on and what happened during it. I think we then proceeded to the movie theatre to go check out the new movie, Fog. On the way there his windshield wiper somehow broke and became irrelevant as it no longer worked. We had to pull over on the side of the bypass to check it out. He fiddled with it and tried the wipers. Only the right wiper moved, but we figured it wouldn’t be that bad to travel down to the movie theatre and worry about it later on. About two minutes later we arrived, quickly parked and strolled down to the main entrance. The list and times of the movies were presented clearly on the outer window of the pathetic theatre. The new release of Fog was not even playing, which made us remember how far back New Hampshire is compared to the rest of the States. A pissed off mood swept through Ross, but I could care less. I only cared about how my trip would have its affect on me. We had to leave sooner than planned and went on a short trip to the Wal-Mart down the street. He needed a wrench to tighten the bolt for the windshield wipers, to get them working again. We would undoubtedly need them in the poring rain. So we parked and walked into Wally World. The place was filled with poor excuses of human lives and smelly creatures. Sometime during this he went to the bathroom as I strolled the store beginning to feel the first affects of my trip. A slight wave of confusion swept over me and I was staring at products I had no wish to purchase. I felt a little paranoid, like everyone knew what poison I had put into my body, and that I was a bad person.
Not long after, he found me. I think we then found the tool isle. He found a wrench that could adjust and fit a range of nuts. We noticed it was only a dollar-eighty. So he had no problem with slipping it up his sleeve and taking it as his own. We hurriedly but calmly walked towards the front of the store to leave without a trace of shoplifting. My trip was still coming up and I felt odd and paranoid as we left without paying for the wrench. At no other time would I give a shit, but this night in particular was different. I still did not care, yet felt a little off about it. So, we got into his Blue Corsica and drove over to some no name grocery store in the same plaza, to fasten the nut and get the wipers working again. This took little effort, as it worked on the first attempt for the fix. I think after this we walked into that grocery store, or was it Strawberry’s we entered? Not that it matters, but it sure points out the lack of memory this drug that is dxm will bring to you.
The trip was getting stronger in the store. I recall laying my head on one of the shelves for a short rest. It was in no way comfortable and I don’t understand why I did it. Besides that, he picked up some candy and we walked over to the checkout counter. As we stood in line I started to trip more. The lady in front of us did not seem real. She was checking out multiple items, certainly more than twelve in the express lane. What a bitch, I thought. I remember her saying something about her credit card, like it was out of money or something. I saw a blurred image of her, and if I saw her again I doubt id notice. As we walked forward to pay after she left, I could feel my body go numb and barely respond. I somehow managed to walk normally to the sober man’s eye. The eye that represents pure intelligence. There is no hallucinogen in these people’s minds, but there sure is in mine. We paid and walked out of the store. The automatic doors closed with a loud echo behind us, and I began to think it was an auditory hallucination. The affects were coming on fast, but not so strong.
As we entered the outside world, I saw a water faucet hanging from the cement wall outside of the store. For some reason, I stomped on it in an attempt to break it. I either completed this goal or simply turned it on, either way letting the water poor out and flow over the sidewalk. This would without a doubt piss off some employee and give him some sure work to fix that faucet.
I think we then left in the car to drive down to Petar’s work, at another Shaws just across town. I don’t remember the trip there or the arrival, but I do remember talking to him in the store. This is where my trip went horribly wrong, but I would not take back any of it. I told him what I had done, and said that I was thinking about buying some more, as the long acting stuff was not as intense as I had planned. He showed me to the drug isle, and pointed out they had extra strength robotussin. He seemed to be the devil, selling me poison to teach me some kind of a lesson for the evil thing I was. Yet, through all this he was my friend. With some hesitation, yet temptation I pondered if I should buy it or not. The temptation won the battle, and I walked towards the checkout isle with the bottle in my hand. We told Petar we’d meet him at around nine when he got out of work. As we waited in line behind another semi-retarded customer, we saw this white power represent. A tall man with long hair in a leather jacket, with a Judas Priest t-shirt hidden behind it. Ross said he made a comment to his companion about buying some weed later on. He told me he sent an understanding laugh his way, which was replied by another of the same sort.
We almost idoled this guy, as we both wanted to end up with the same lifestyle years to come. I was previously a chronic pot smoker, but have fallen out of that faze since dxm was introduced to me. Suddenly, marijuana felt pussy to me, and dxm was the new future. Flash back to reality, and I handed the cashier a five dollar bill which was just one cent over of the poison filled bottle I would soon empty into my throat. I said I’d take a bag for it, although it was in no way needed since I dropped it on the ground on the way out. I needed somewhere to down it quick. We found a restroom straight to the left of the hallway inside the mall. I walked down the narrow trippy hallway to find it. It took me a while as my trip was getting more intense. The walls seemed to close in on me and bend as I found the men’s room. It was expectedly so, vacant. So I hesitantly ripped open the box of the bottle that would later send me on a ride to hell, open. I looked in the mirror and saw my face start to shift and sort of drop to the side. This for some reason did not freak me out, and I almost thought of it as normal. I walked into the handicap stall and locked the door. As I was about to down it, someone came in. Who was it? Was it my companion Ross or some sort of sick rapist intending to take advantage of my hallucinating self? No it was just Ross, he said hey and started to piss on the floor just outside my stall. I noticed his urine flowing on the tile beside me and gave a fake laugh, as I really did not know what was going on, but made certain I showed I did. I began to drink from the cough syrup bottle, and perfectly timed my release to reveal half the bottle gone. I popped the cap on and slipped the bottle into my pocket.
I was in no way prepared for what was to come, yet I had no idea what was to come so it did not really matter. I don’t recall which store we visited after this, but I know at some point my trip started to kick in more from this new bottle, and we left the mall to wait in his car. We listened to music and talked as we waited for our Bulgarian friend. Here is where it all began to start. The music playing sounded tinny and far away, yet very alive to me. It was simply awesome, and I wanted to hear it forever, but I was more impressed with the rain falling from the sky. As the rain hit his windshield it left odd designs and seemed electrified with a shining bright white light. I was very impressed and satisfied with this. Somewhere deep within my brain I knew this was only the beginning. Petar found us sometime later and talked to us through the window of Ross’s car. The rain began to piss him off, although in my present state I wouldn’t have minded leaving the car and dancing in the rain. I’d never had this feeling before, and I knew the dxm had brought this on. It took nearly fifteen minutes of begging Petar, to finally let us in his truck to venture off back to the cinema. As I took the big step up into his truck I felt as if I left the outside world for a whole new non-realistic one. Entering his truck made me forget about the outside, as if it never existed. He put the truck into drive and we left the parking lot off to the bypass to go off to Gilford. A little while after we got onto the bypass, I had this odd feeling of being on top of the world, something like that. Something did not feel right or normal. The street lights seemed extra bright tonight, and began to bend across my screen of vision. I felt very high up in his truck, although it was only a small s-10, and as I looked across the road, it felt miles of distance long, but it really is nowhere near that. I began to feel very numb again, and lost nearly all feeling with my legs. This feeling did not leave me, even as we reached the theatre.
When we got there I stepped out and entered what seemed to be yet another world. I nearly fell over as I stepped out and it began to feel very hard to walk. I walked forward but did not feel myself doing this. The pavement seemed to move on its own as it blurred in circles around me. The movie theatre moved closer and came to me. We looked at the movies playing and times once again, only this time with our new companion. We decided on seeing, Two for the Money with Al Pacino. We walked in and I staggered my way through the warmth of the inside to the desk to buy my ticket. The lady wanted to see some id since it was rated R, so I had my license all set to go to show my age of seventeen. The lights from the inside seemed to strobe towards me and bend as all the others did. This was common among my previous trips, and never quite has left me even in my sober times. I showed the fuckable girl my id and eight dollars to pay for my ticket. She began to exchange conversation with me, but I had no want for this. By now my trip had hit me hard, and thankfully my brain gave her non elaborate answers to get through the conversation. I gave her fake smiles and laughs, to quickly get past and head towards the movie. We walked on through and another employee asked to see our ticket. I managed to find it in my pocket and show him. He let me pass and I guessed a random theatre to go into. My friends nodded that it was the right one and we entered. As we entered the room there was two men in different seats, obviously not together. Other than that it was empty. I chose a spot in the back, to be away from society and laid my legs up on the row in front of me. For some reason a second later we took the front row of this back section and waited for the movie to start.
Sometime during this my friends left me, I think to take a piss, but for a brief moment I was alone, and I began to trip hard. Speech became nearly impossible. When I opened my mouth, a small whisper came out with slurred words, and it was amazingly hard to control. The previews began, and I noticed I was not really seeing them at all. The words DOOM, flashed before my eyes to represent the upcoming movie based on my favorite old school videogame. After a few moments of the previews, all of my external senses left me. Even my fingers had no sense of touch. This really freaked me out, although I had felt something like this before on my last three trips. I peered over at Petar, and then at Ross. Words cannot describe the terror that came to me as I noticed what was going on. My friends’ faces were not normal. Something was utterly wrong. I tried to concentrate, but this showed Petar’s face to melt. His cheeks shifted over and his face began dropping off of his neck. I quickly glanced over at Ross, and the same deal was happening to him. I pulled at my own face but could not feel my cheeks, except barely in my fingertips and it felt like rubber. Was the same thing happening to me? What was this evil place? Surely I did not pay eight dollars to die. My mind let me believe all of this was going on, but this did not compare to anything I would feel just moments later. When I ingest Robotussin, as it begins to kick in, as I look around, I have a very fast movement of my neck. So as I looked at my friends melting faces, my head moved very fast over. I did this for maybe thirty times, as my trip had let me, and I noticed nothing wrong with that. It freaked me out more and more with each look, and for some reason I brought my legs up the seat and held them close to me, curling in a fetal position. After a few moments of this I started to stare at the movie screen. I could not concentrate on one scene, and I began to drift out of it, but not completely. The actors in the movie did not seem real, but some sort of alien beings, of which I could not totally comprehend. I felt as if the room I was in was not completely real, or very real at that, but could not decide. I suddenly got hot and took off my sweatshirt, which was an amazingly hard task as I could not feel any part of my body. I somehow managed to do this and leave it on my lap. Sometime after this I left this world and entered an unconscious state, right there in the movie theatre! I don’t recall fully what I saw during this experience, but I know my eyes were open during all of it, yet I could not see the world my eyes were focusing on. I was off in a journey through my fucked up mind. Glimpse memories and vague flashbacks of childhood experiences began to occur, and I suddenly felt as if I was dead. I now think that my trip made me believe I was dying, and what I actually witnessed was my life flashing before my eyes. My heart was racing and it was all very real to me. Even my brain without my thoughts thought I was dying. This could not be good at all.
Moments after this, more psychotic thoughts entered my mind. Thoughts I could not control, or distinguish if they were real or fake. I for some reason thought that I had really been tripping my whole life, and that I never had really existed. I did not know what all of this meant. This was by no means a good experience; this was a very bad trip. I began to think of people I had interacted during school that day, and the dimes I had spent for my daily lunch. They all seemed fake, and non existent too. I began to think that I was never real, that I was some sort of a being that Satan had just recently put into a human body, to teach some kind of a cruel lesson. I looked at my hands, I thought Human, I thought this was a new body I had been put inside. Who was I? What did this all mean, and what was this form I had just taken? It was all very vague, yet very real to me. I stared at the lights on the ground on the outside of the isle for the theatre. They began to bend and I thought I would have some odd visuals coming up. I know these visuals did occur, yet I cannot remember them. Sometime later, maybe an hour I snapped out of it. I heard someone behind us cough, but there was no one behind us! I looked ahead of me at the man sitting a few rows in front of us. His face slid off the side of the chair and bent over the seat, melting in red the whole way. The other man in front of him was suddenly lying in the chair motionless, dead. My body starting trembling, with fear or just another annoying side affect. I wanted to leave this edge of hell, and go to Petar’s truck, but when I tried to get up my legs would not let me. I noticed that I could not move at all, I was stuck here. I had to deal with this hell. Through my disillusion I decided I would kill myself considering I was not actually human. I pulled out my pocket knife in an attempt to slit my wrist, but could not feel it and decided I would not yet do this. As I said before don’t underestimate the psychotic thoughts that may enter your mind on a dxm trip. I tried again on and off to leave, until eventually I managed to stand up.
We were on our way to leaving. I could not walk at all; I inched my way up to the wall and held on to it pulling myself across the room out the door. An employee was standing out there. He looked at me odd, but blurred and shifted out of view. I tried to walk normal, and for some reason began shrugging my shoulders. Nearly four seconds later I began to walk normally, besides the drunken stagger I had. I was walking like a zombie, legs lifted high in the air, nowhere near my usual walk, but I could for some reason not control it at all. I did not feel or tell myself to move anymore. It just happened, what was in front of me came to me; I did not have to go anywhere. Time seemed as if it was not there. The whole experience in the movie theatre felt as if it where longer than a year, and I could not explain this. We walked out and entered the outside, then entered Petar's truck. Once again I got the illusion of entering another world as I stepped inside his small pickup. Shortly after he started the engine, and we took off into this evil night.
I told Petar to pull over at a gas station because I needed water. My body could not stop shaking and I felt great thirst. I pulled out this money, these bills that humans use to exchange for goods or services. The two dollar bills in my hand felt so valuable at the time, and they had this odd feel to them as if I never had seen them in my life before. He went in and got the bottle of water for me considering the fact that I could hardly walk. When he came back with it I quickly began to drink from it. But something was not right, this bottle had formed into a gigantic dick of my own, but I did not seem to give a shit as I was dying of thirst. We ventured off and eventually I decided I needed to take a massive piss. We made a stop at the Tilton Outlets where there was a bathroom. He pulled over into the vacant lot and I staggered my way off to find the restroom. I could hardly see through all the blur and everything seemed to bend and move as I walked towards it. I reached the doors to the inside where the bathroom and a small cafeteria were. I got here only to discover the doors were locked, so I yelled out a pissed Fuck! I turned around and headed back to Petar’s truck until I decided why not piss here. There were no cars, no people to see. I whipped out my cock to find that for some reason I could not manage to urinate. Then I discovered that the direction I was aiming into revealed Uno Pizza, with a good thirty people staring at me. There faces began to melt and had an odd grin to them. I realized my trip was not yet over and zipped myself back in. I stepped back into this other world that was Petar’s truck. My friends’ faces did not seem normal as they began laughing at me for whipping me cock out in public. There was just not something right about their faces, I cannot explain this instance. We yet again drove off from another location that my hellish trip had led us to.
Petar was driving us back to Shaw’s, back to Ross’s car, so he could leave to his house. It was about eleven-thirty now, so this was understandable. We arrived there and I once again staggered my way through my blurred surroundings and the electrified rain, to find Ross’s car. At first we thought it had been towed, but luckily we found it. Ross’s car looked as if it had been clam-baked with pot smoke, but it was just his lack of a defrost system that made this possible. He started up his car and we went off to visit my house. For some reason I cannot remember this trip to my house at all, but I do remember leaving his car and feeling as though I had come down from my trip by allot. I zombie walked my way up the brick sidewalk to my front porch, opened the door and stepped inside. My parents greeted me, and I mumbled some odd incoherent response to them. I walked myself up the stairs with my bottle of water. This journey up my wooden creaky stairs seemed impossible, but somehow my body moved upward and I did not feel a damn thing of it. I found my way to my room through the insane darkness of the upper hallway. I opened my bedroom door and flicked on the light only to witness a mass blur and bending walls in my small room. It was warm up here I think. I turned on my television as I always do, but not my computer. There would be no more of tonight, I was going to bed. This was easier said than done. I let myself fall to my bed and as I began to lie down I felt as if I had entered some sort of dreamland. My body felt high again, and my television looked as if where a mile away. My perception was obviously completely off from the dxm, and I just lay there with my eyes closed. Oddly I didn’t see any closed eye visuals, unlike my previous trips. Apparently other affects took dominance over those, and the cev’s became non-existent. Sometime during this dreamland I had entered, I crashed.
I woke up the next morning a bit light headed and found it still hard to walk. The affects had not fully come down, but I was fine to go on with a normal day. It was about noontime that I had awoken, and I turned on my pc to notice that both Ross and Petar were signed on. They told me some weird shit that I had said the night of my journey to hell. They told me that I had said I had witnessed the hand of god, and shook hands with some sort of prophet by the name of John. Considering I have no memory of this, it must have been some hallucination I had seen when I had gone through the trip in my mind during the movie. I had said never again after this bad trip, but I realize now that I have learned allot from it, and have much desire to trip again on dxm. Whoa man, bad trip!
Another Friday night of robo tripping was due to ensue. It was about five o’clock when I got an unexpecting phone call from my friend Ross. He said he was getting out of work early and was going to stop by now. He arrived soon after and we headed down to McDonalds before we met what could be described as the hell-seller. This person would of course be found at Shaws. I eagerly searched for the best bottle with only dxm as the main ingredient. Disappointed, there was no extra strength robotussin, I grabbed long lasting robotussin. I wasn’t sure if this would be strong enough, but I was convinced I had to try.
We noticed Mark was working. He was the cashier in the express line at Shaws. At first we saw him, he turned red (cammo mode). He often does this when he is nervous, which seems to be pretty much 24/7. We got in line, wanting to buy from his line so we could exchange conversation. It seemed he was in an apparent state of Down syndrome. I thought this because his customers were counting the change they should receive. They were doing this for him. What in the fuck was wrong with him? From experiences of my own, I could see what was going on in his mind. He was thinking: Oh god, someone fuck me please right now in the ass. I had barely a sense of care for this, so I ignored what he was feeling and said hello in a normal tone of voice. He knew right away what I was doing with that bottle of cough syrup, as I had recently tripped around him just two days before. Our conversation was not important, considering he knows nothing about drugs, and most likely has no ambition to do them.
We rushed out of the store only to find that it was still pissing rain outside which left me a bit paranoid as I was going to trip during these conditions. I quickly dropped the plastic bag my bottle to hell was wrapped in, ripped off the box and dropped it with the tablespoon cup on top of the bottle. This present of robotussin felt very precious in my hands and I almost felt addicted, but not quite. I just had an amazing desire to quickly down it and countdown to hallucination. Without any more thoughts, I ripped open the bottle and quickly chugged. When I say quickly, I mean this was gone in four gruesome disgustingly tasting seconds. It seemed harder to down each time. Nonetheless, I had figured there’d be much for of this in my lifetime, however long that would be.
I’m not sure the order of events, or the full list of them that occurred in the time after this, but I will remember to the best of my effort of how this trip came on and what happened during it. I think we then proceeded to the movie theatre to go check out the new movie, Fog. On the way there his windshield wiper somehow broke and became irrelevant as it no longer worked. We had to pull over on the side of the bypass to check it out. He fiddled with it and tried the wipers. Only the right wiper moved, but we figured it wouldn’t be that bad to travel down to the movie theatre and worry about it later on. About two minutes later we arrived, quickly parked and strolled down to the main entrance. The list and times of the movies were presented clearly on the outer window of the pathetic theatre. The new release of Fog was not even playing, which made us remember how far back New Hampshire is compared to the rest of the States. A pissed off mood swept through Ross, but I could care less. I only cared about how my trip would have its affect on me. We had to leave sooner than planned and went on a short trip to the Wal-Mart down the street. He needed a wrench to tighten the bolt for the windshield wipers, to get them working again. We would undoubtedly need them in the poring rain. So we parked and walked into Wally World. The place was filled with poor excuses of human lives and smelly creatures. Sometime during this he went to the bathroom as I strolled the store beginning to feel the first affects of my trip. A slight wave of confusion swept over me and I was staring at products I had no wish to purchase. I felt a little paranoid, like everyone knew what poison I had put into my body, and that I was a bad person.
Not long after, he found me. I think we then found the tool isle. He found a wrench that could adjust and fit a range of nuts. We noticed it was only a dollar-eighty. So he had no problem with slipping it up his sleeve and taking it as his own. We hurriedly but calmly walked towards the front of the store to leave without a trace of shoplifting. My trip was still coming up and I felt odd and paranoid as we left without paying for the wrench. At no other time would I give a shit, but this night in particular was different. I still did not care, yet felt a little off about it. So, we got into his Blue Corsica and drove over to some no name grocery store in the same plaza, to fasten the nut and get the wipers working again. This took little effort, as it worked on the first attempt for the fix. I think after this we walked into that grocery store, or was it Strawberry’s we entered? Not that it matters, but it sure points out the lack of memory this drug that is dxm will bring to you.
The trip was getting stronger in the store. I recall laying my head on one of the shelves for a short rest. It was in no way comfortable and I don’t understand why I did it. Besides that, he picked up some candy and we walked over to the checkout counter. As we stood in line I started to trip more. The lady in front of us did not seem real. She was checking out multiple items, certainly more than twelve in the express lane. What a bitch, I thought. I remember her saying something about her credit card, like it was out of money or something. I saw a blurred image of her, and if I saw her again I doubt id notice. As we walked forward to pay after she left, I could feel my body go numb and barely respond. I somehow managed to walk normally to the sober man’s eye. The eye that represents pure intelligence. There is no hallucinogen in these people’s minds, but there sure is in mine. We paid and walked out of the store. The automatic doors closed with a loud echo behind us, and I began to think it was an auditory hallucination. The affects were coming on fast, but not so strong.
As we entered the outside world, I saw a water faucet hanging from the cement wall outside of the store. For some reason, I stomped on it in an attempt to break it. I either completed this goal or simply turned it on, either way letting the water poor out and flow over the sidewalk. This would without a doubt piss off some employee and give him some sure work to fix that faucet.
I think we then left in the car to drive down to Petar’s work, at another Shaws just across town. I don’t remember the trip there or the arrival, but I do remember talking to him in the store. This is where my trip went horribly wrong, but I would not take back any of it. I told him what I had done, and said that I was thinking about buying some more, as the long acting stuff was not as intense as I had planned. He showed me to the drug isle, and pointed out they had extra strength robotussin. He seemed to be the devil, selling me poison to teach me some kind of a lesson for the evil thing I was. Yet, through all this he was my friend. With some hesitation, yet temptation I pondered if I should buy it or not. The temptation won the battle, and I walked towards the checkout isle with the bottle in my hand. We told Petar we’d meet him at around nine when he got out of work. As we waited in line behind another semi-retarded customer, we saw this white power represent. A tall man with long hair in a leather jacket, with a Judas Priest t-shirt hidden behind it. Ross said he made a comment to his companion about buying some weed later on. He told me he sent an understanding laugh his way, which was replied by another of the same sort.
We almost idoled this guy, as we both wanted to end up with the same lifestyle years to come. I was previously a chronic pot smoker, but have fallen out of that faze since dxm was introduced to me. Suddenly, marijuana felt pussy to me, and dxm was the new future. Flash back to reality, and I handed the cashier a five dollar bill which was just one cent over of the poison filled bottle I would soon empty into my throat. I said I’d take a bag for it, although it was in no way needed since I dropped it on the ground on the way out. I needed somewhere to down it quick. We found a restroom straight to the left of the hallway inside the mall. I walked down the narrow trippy hallway to find it. It took me a while as my trip was getting more intense. The walls seemed to close in on me and bend as I found the men’s room. It was expectedly so, vacant. So I hesitantly ripped open the box of the bottle that would later send me on a ride to hell, open. I looked in the mirror and saw my face start to shift and sort of drop to the side. This for some reason did not freak me out, and I almost thought of it as normal. I walked into the handicap stall and locked the door. As I was about to down it, someone came in. Who was it? Was it my companion Ross or some sort of sick rapist intending to take advantage of my hallucinating self? No it was just Ross, he said hey and started to piss on the floor just outside my stall. I noticed his urine flowing on the tile beside me and gave a fake laugh, as I really did not know what was going on, but made certain I showed I did. I began to drink from the cough syrup bottle, and perfectly timed my release to reveal half the bottle gone. I popped the cap on and slipped the bottle into my pocket.
I was in no way prepared for what was to come, yet I had no idea what was to come so it did not really matter. I don’t recall which store we visited after this, but I know at some point my trip started to kick in more from this new bottle, and we left the mall to wait in his car. We listened to music and talked as we waited for our Bulgarian friend. Here is where it all began to start. The music playing sounded tinny and far away, yet very alive to me. It was simply awesome, and I wanted to hear it forever, but I was more impressed with the rain falling from the sky. As the rain hit his windshield it left odd designs and seemed electrified with a shining bright white light. I was very impressed and satisfied with this. Somewhere deep within my brain I knew this was only the beginning. Petar found us sometime later and talked to us through the window of Ross’s car. The rain began to piss him off, although in my present state I wouldn’t have minded leaving the car and dancing in the rain. I’d never had this feeling before, and I knew the dxm had brought this on. It took nearly fifteen minutes of begging Petar, to finally let us in his truck to venture off back to the cinema. As I took the big step up into his truck I felt as if I left the outside world for a whole new non-realistic one. Entering his truck made me forget about the outside, as if it never existed. He put the truck into drive and we left the parking lot off to the bypass to go off to Gilford. A little while after we got onto the bypass, I had this odd feeling of being on top of the world, something like that. Something did not feel right or normal. The street lights seemed extra bright tonight, and began to bend across my screen of vision. I felt very high up in his truck, although it was only a small s-10, and as I looked across the road, it felt miles of distance long, but it really is nowhere near that. I began to feel very numb again, and lost nearly all feeling with my legs. This feeling did not leave me, even as we reached the theatre.
When we got there I stepped out and entered what seemed to be yet another world. I nearly fell over as I stepped out and it began to feel very hard to walk. I walked forward but did not feel myself doing this. The pavement seemed to move on its own as it blurred in circles around me. The movie theatre moved closer and came to me. We looked at the movies playing and times once again, only this time with our new companion. We decided on seeing, Two for the Money with Al Pacino. We walked in and I staggered my way through the warmth of the inside to the desk to buy my ticket. The lady wanted to see some id since it was rated R, so I had my license all set to go to show my age of seventeen. The lights from the inside seemed to strobe towards me and bend as all the others did. This was common among my previous trips, and never quite has left me even in my sober times. I showed the fuckable girl my id and eight dollars to pay for my ticket. She began to exchange conversation with me, but I had no want for this. By now my trip had hit me hard, and thankfully my brain gave her non elaborate answers to get through the conversation. I gave her fake smiles and laughs, to quickly get past and head towards the movie. We walked on through and another employee asked to see our ticket. I managed to find it in my pocket and show him. He let me pass and I guessed a random theatre to go into. My friends nodded that it was the right one and we entered. As we entered the room there was two men in different seats, obviously not together. Other than that it was empty. I chose a spot in the back, to be away from society and laid my legs up on the row in front of me. For some reason a second later we took the front row of this back section and waited for the movie to start.
Sometime during this my friends left me, I think to take a piss, but for a brief moment I was alone, and I began to trip hard. Speech became nearly impossible. When I opened my mouth, a small whisper came out with slurred words, and it was amazingly hard to control. The previews began, and I noticed I was not really seeing them at all. The words DOOM, flashed before my eyes to represent the upcoming movie based on my favorite old school videogame. After a few moments of the previews, all of my external senses left me. Even my fingers had no sense of touch. This really freaked me out, although I had felt something like this before on my last three trips. I peered over at Petar, and then at Ross. Words cannot describe the terror that came to me as I noticed what was going on. My friends’ faces were not normal. Something was utterly wrong. I tried to concentrate, but this showed Petar’s face to melt. His cheeks shifted over and his face began dropping off of his neck. I quickly glanced over at Ross, and the same deal was happening to him. I pulled at my own face but could not feel my cheeks, except barely in my fingertips and it felt like rubber. Was the same thing happening to me? What was this evil place? Surely I did not pay eight dollars to die. My mind let me believe all of this was going on, but this did not compare to anything I would feel just moments later. When I ingest Robotussin, as it begins to kick in, as I look around, I have a very fast movement of my neck. So as I looked at my friends melting faces, my head moved very fast over. I did this for maybe thirty times, as my trip had let me, and I noticed nothing wrong with that. It freaked me out more and more with each look, and for some reason I brought my legs up the seat and held them close to me, curling in a fetal position. After a few moments of this I started to stare at the movie screen. I could not concentrate on one scene, and I began to drift out of it, but not completely. The actors in the movie did not seem real, but some sort of alien beings, of which I could not totally comprehend. I felt as if the room I was in was not completely real, or very real at that, but could not decide. I suddenly got hot and took off my sweatshirt, which was an amazingly hard task as I could not feel any part of my body. I somehow managed to do this and leave it on my lap. Sometime after this I left this world and entered an unconscious state, right there in the movie theatre! I don’t recall fully what I saw during this experience, but I know my eyes were open during all of it, yet I could not see the world my eyes were focusing on. I was off in a journey through my fucked up mind. Glimpse memories and vague flashbacks of childhood experiences began to occur, and I suddenly felt as if I was dead. I now think that my trip made me believe I was dying, and what I actually witnessed was my life flashing before my eyes. My heart was racing and it was all very real to me. Even my brain without my thoughts thought I was dying. This could not be good at all.
Moments after this, more psychotic thoughts entered my mind. Thoughts I could not control, or distinguish if they were real or fake. I for some reason thought that I had really been tripping my whole life, and that I never had really existed. I did not know what all of this meant. This was by no means a good experience; this was a very bad trip. I began to think of people I had interacted during school that day, and the dimes I had spent for my daily lunch. They all seemed fake, and non existent too. I began to think that I was never real, that I was some sort of a being that Satan had just recently put into a human body, to teach some kind of a cruel lesson. I looked at my hands, I thought Human, I thought this was a new body I had been put inside. Who was I? What did this all mean, and what was this form I had just taken? It was all very vague, yet very real to me. I stared at the lights on the ground on the outside of the isle for the theatre. They began to bend and I thought I would have some odd visuals coming up. I know these visuals did occur, yet I cannot remember them. Sometime later, maybe an hour I snapped out of it. I heard someone behind us cough, but there was no one behind us! I looked ahead of me at the man sitting a few rows in front of us. His face slid off the side of the chair and bent over the seat, melting in red the whole way. The other man in front of him was suddenly lying in the chair motionless, dead. My body starting trembling, with fear or just another annoying side affect. I wanted to leave this edge of hell, and go to Petar’s truck, but when I tried to get up my legs would not let me. I noticed that I could not move at all, I was stuck here. I had to deal with this hell. Through my disillusion I decided I would kill myself considering I was not actually human. I pulled out my pocket knife in an attempt to slit my wrist, but could not feel it and decided I would not yet do this. As I said before don’t underestimate the psychotic thoughts that may enter your mind on a dxm trip. I tried again on and off to leave, until eventually I managed to stand up.
We were on our way to leaving. I could not walk at all; I inched my way up to the wall and held on to it pulling myself across the room out the door. An employee was standing out there. He looked at me odd, but blurred and shifted out of view. I tried to walk normal, and for some reason began shrugging my shoulders. Nearly four seconds later I began to walk normally, besides the drunken stagger I had. I was walking like a zombie, legs lifted high in the air, nowhere near my usual walk, but I could for some reason not control it at all. I did not feel or tell myself to move anymore. It just happened, what was in front of me came to me; I did not have to go anywhere. Time seemed as if it was not there. The whole experience in the movie theatre felt as if it where longer than a year, and I could not explain this. We walked out and entered the outside, then entered Petar's truck. Once again I got the illusion of entering another world as I stepped inside his small pickup. Shortly after he started the engine, and we took off into this evil night.
I told Petar to pull over at a gas station because I needed water. My body could not stop shaking and I felt great thirst. I pulled out this money, these bills that humans use to exchange for goods or services. The two dollar bills in my hand felt so valuable at the time, and they had this odd feel to them as if I never had seen them in my life before. He went in and got the bottle of water for me considering the fact that I could hardly walk. When he came back with it I quickly began to drink from it. But something was not right, this bottle had formed into a gigantic dick of my own, but I did not seem to give a shit as I was dying of thirst. We ventured off and eventually I decided I needed to take a massive piss. We made a stop at the Tilton Outlets where there was a bathroom. He pulled over into the vacant lot and I staggered my way off to find the restroom. I could hardly see through all the blur and everything seemed to bend and move as I walked towards it. I reached the doors to the inside where the bathroom and a small cafeteria were. I got here only to discover the doors were locked, so I yelled out a pissed Fuck! I turned around and headed back to Petar’s truck until I decided why not piss here. There were no cars, no people to see. I whipped out my cock to find that for some reason I could not manage to urinate. Then I discovered that the direction I was aiming into revealed Uno Pizza, with a good thirty people staring at me. There faces began to melt and had an odd grin to them. I realized my trip was not yet over and zipped myself back in. I stepped back into this other world that was Petar’s truck. My friends’ faces did not seem normal as they began laughing at me for whipping me cock out in public. There was just not something right about their faces, I cannot explain this instance. We yet again drove off from another location that my hellish trip had led us to.
Petar was driving us back to Shaw’s, back to Ross’s car, so he could leave to his house. It was about eleven-thirty now, so this was understandable. We arrived there and I once again staggered my way through my blurred surroundings and the electrified rain, to find Ross’s car. At first we thought it had been towed, but luckily we found it. Ross’s car looked as if it had been clam-baked with pot smoke, but it was just his lack of a defrost system that made this possible. He started up his car and we went off to visit my house. For some reason I cannot remember this trip to my house at all, but I do remember leaving his car and feeling as though I had come down from my trip by allot. I zombie walked my way up the brick sidewalk to my front porch, opened the door and stepped inside. My parents greeted me, and I mumbled some odd incoherent response to them. I walked myself up the stairs with my bottle of water. This journey up my wooden creaky stairs seemed impossible, but somehow my body moved upward and I did not feel a damn thing of it. I found my way to my room through the insane darkness of the upper hallway. I opened my bedroom door and flicked on the light only to witness a mass blur and bending walls in my small room. It was warm up here I think. I turned on my television as I always do, but not my computer. There would be no more of tonight, I was going to bed. This was easier said than done. I let myself fall to my bed and as I began to lie down I felt as if I had entered some sort of dreamland. My body felt high again, and my television looked as if where a mile away. My perception was obviously completely off from the dxm, and I just lay there with my eyes closed. Oddly I didn’t see any closed eye visuals, unlike my previous trips. Apparently other affects took dominance over those, and the cev’s became non-existent. Sometime during this dreamland I had entered, I crashed.
I woke up the next morning a bit light headed and found it still hard to walk. The affects had not fully come down, but I was fine to go on with a normal day. It was about noontime that I had awoken, and I turned on my pc to notice that both Ross and Petar were signed on. They told me some weird shit that I had said the night of my journey to hell. They told me that I had said I had witnessed the hand of god, and shook hands with some sort of prophet by the name of John. Considering I have no memory of this, it must have been some hallucination I had seen when I had gone through the trip in my mind during the movie. I had said never again after this bad trip, but I realize now that I have learned allot from it, and have much desire to trip again on dxm. Whoa man, bad trip!
