Okay, so this is a trip report about my 5th time doing DXM. I had about 400mg of DXM, and at the peak I was loving it. I could hardly stand. But anyways...Im not writing this about my peak, I'm writing this about what happened when I went to bed. So about 60 mins after my peak ( I was still feeling it pretty strong), I decided to try to go to sleep ( I had never gone to sleep still on DXM before), and something I've never experienced happened. I experienced deep meditation.
As I lay in my bed for what seemed like an eternity, which was only about 5 minutes I found out as I looked at my clock (time seems to stand still for me while I'm on DXM), I started to concentrate on going to sleep. Then after about 10 minutes of concentrating and very deep, controlled breathing, I started to feel different. A good different; and as I continued to concentrate and breathe deeply the feeling intensified after about 30 minutes to the point where it felt like I couldn't move. I then started to feel very heavy, and it felt like I had fallen through my bed. I then paniced (kind of), and then started to concentrate on floating back, and I did. But I didn't stop, I kept floating up, until I was up over my body. I didn't stop my floating until I could see myself lying down on my bed. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. It seemed to me like I had meditated very deeply, which with the help of DXM, was very easy.
I then started to feel very different again. And I then started to see a very bright white line in front of me (I had floated down into my body again). I then after a very short while, relized that this was a time line of my life, with every event on it, the first bike ride, my first kiss, the first time I tried weed, DXM, the first time I fell in love, the first time I had sex, etc. I then started to move towards this line, but I then fell into a huge, empty, pitch black room. The room was filled with what seemed like 1000's of panels, each displaying a different clip of my memory. They seemed to be divided into sections, ones dealing with my childhood, bad memories, ones dealing with my family memories, vacations, school, many other various topics of my life, and ones with my girlfriend Alicia, who I love more than anything else in this world. We've been going out now for almost a year, and it feels like we are two souls, who are destined to be one. I truly do believe that she is my soul mate. But enough about that...
For some reason, I moved (I don't really know how) towards the ones about Alicia and me. I looked through every memory, from the first day she showed up at my front porch, and that night, which was so magical and mind-blowing, to fights that we have had-and however bad a "fight" is, we always work things out, and there is never any running away from anything, as we are completly open, and that is why our love is so strong- to other experiences, like the night of our 6th month anniversary, when we made love for the first time, and things like special occasions spent together, nights spent together, times tears have been shed ( for good reasons as well as for bad ), and other things.
The first "panel" I choose to look into was the first night that we spent together. She had come over to my house earlier, and when we had looked into each others eyes, and they met, my heart skipped, and I lost my breath; and she also stopped half-way through her sentence, and then I could tell she lost her breath too. And we stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity filled with a nirvana like bliss I had never experienced. It was love at first sight. Then that night I called her and we snuck out of our houses ( she's 15 and I'm 16), and we went to the Frink Centre (which is a wildlife place with trails, and a central area with picnic tables and a firepit), and when I held her, I felt so alive. And then when she held my hand, it felt like I had woke up from a dream. And as I relived these moments, I felt the emotions I had felt at the time, and I felt a tear run down my face.
Then I looked at the first time we had made love. This is a memory I will never forget. We were both virgins, yet it wasnt awkward, and we knew exactly what we were doing-it felt so right-like we had done it before. That was amazing, and I will never forget it. I teared once again as I viewed this. And as I looked at this "panel" I relized how perfect we are for each other, we are so alike, we're perfect sexual partners, and we communicate very well, almost spirtually, and often we finish each other's sentences, and say the same things at the same time.
I then relized (after I had exited this room and returned to my body), that my shoulder had started to hurt, because I was laying on my side in an awkward position. I then started to loose concentration, and I started to sink into my bed again. I did not panic this time, I simply concentrated on the pain, centred on it, and blocked it out. I was amazed. I had numbed the pain. I couldn't feel it. Just playing around, I stopped concentrating on numbing the pain, and it returned. I then took it away again, amazed at how in control I was of my body. But just at that moment I relized that my heart was beating very fast, because I was excited about my new awareness of self control. I then concentrated on it, and found that I could control it too. If slowed it down to a pace I though was slow enough to fall asleep to, and then decided to play around again. I made it speed up, the go really slow (almost stopping it), and then really fast; but I then figured it wasn't good for my heart, and slowed it vary gradually.
I then concentrated very hard on actually losing my consciousness and falling asleep, but I found that as soon as I concentrated, I instantly blacked-out. I woke up the next morning in a state of nirvana, an euphoric ( wrong spelling I think) state of mind. I turned on my music, and it seemed to flow so well, and it seemed so heavenly. I then ate breakfast and spent the day at my girlfriends house, and even though she was in a bad mood, my mood rubbed off onto her and we had an amazing day full of laughter, love, and happiness.
I now relize just how powerful DXM really is. I can now say that it has changed my life completely, and I now have much more respect for it than just drinking syrup or popping gel cap pills to get a high. I now relize that it is a tool. A tool that can either be used to just get a high-which I think is also enjoyable-or to explore one's spiritual side. One can evaluate his/her life and wake up a changed person, and even now, I still feel that DXM has changed my life in a noticable, positive way.
Happy Tripping, and remember, you can find yourself if you know where to start looking.
As I lay in my bed for what seemed like an eternity, which was only about 5 minutes I found out as I looked at my clock (time seems to stand still for me while I'm on DXM), I started to concentrate on going to sleep. Then after about 10 minutes of concentrating and very deep, controlled breathing, I started to feel different. A good different; and as I continued to concentrate and breathe deeply the feeling intensified after about 30 minutes to the point where it felt like I couldn't move. I then started to feel very heavy, and it felt like I had fallen through my bed. I then paniced (kind of), and then started to concentrate on floating back, and I did. But I didn't stop, I kept floating up, until I was up over my body. I didn't stop my floating until I could see myself lying down on my bed. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. It seemed to me like I had meditated very deeply, which with the help of DXM, was very easy.
I then started to feel very different again. And I then started to see a very bright white line in front of me (I had floated down into my body again). I then after a very short while, relized that this was a time line of my life, with every event on it, the first bike ride, my first kiss, the first time I tried weed, DXM, the first time I fell in love, the first time I had sex, etc. I then started to move towards this line, but I then fell into a huge, empty, pitch black room. The room was filled with what seemed like 1000's of panels, each displaying a different clip of my memory. They seemed to be divided into sections, ones dealing with my childhood, bad memories, ones dealing with my family memories, vacations, school, many other various topics of my life, and ones with my girlfriend Alicia, who I love more than anything else in this world. We've been going out now for almost a year, and it feels like we are two souls, who are destined to be one. I truly do believe that she is my soul mate. But enough about that...
For some reason, I moved (I don't really know how) towards the ones about Alicia and me. I looked through every memory, from the first day she showed up at my front porch, and that night, which was so magical and mind-blowing, to fights that we have had-and however bad a "fight" is, we always work things out, and there is never any running away from anything, as we are completly open, and that is why our love is so strong- to other experiences, like the night of our 6th month anniversary, when we made love for the first time, and things like special occasions spent together, nights spent together, times tears have been shed ( for good reasons as well as for bad ), and other things.
The first "panel" I choose to look into was the first night that we spent together. She had come over to my house earlier, and when we had looked into each others eyes, and they met, my heart skipped, and I lost my breath; and she also stopped half-way through her sentence, and then I could tell she lost her breath too. And we stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity filled with a nirvana like bliss I had never experienced. It was love at first sight. Then that night I called her and we snuck out of our houses ( she's 15 and I'm 16), and we went to the Frink Centre (which is a wildlife place with trails, and a central area with picnic tables and a firepit), and when I held her, I felt so alive. And then when she held my hand, it felt like I had woke up from a dream. And as I relived these moments, I felt the emotions I had felt at the time, and I felt a tear run down my face.
Then I looked at the first time we had made love. This is a memory I will never forget. We were both virgins, yet it wasnt awkward, and we knew exactly what we were doing-it felt so right-like we had done it before. That was amazing, and I will never forget it. I teared once again as I viewed this. And as I looked at this "panel" I relized how perfect we are for each other, we are so alike, we're perfect sexual partners, and we communicate very well, almost spirtually, and often we finish each other's sentences, and say the same things at the same time.
I then relized (after I had exited this room and returned to my body), that my shoulder had started to hurt, because I was laying on my side in an awkward position. I then started to loose concentration, and I started to sink into my bed again. I did not panic this time, I simply concentrated on the pain, centred on it, and blocked it out. I was amazed. I had numbed the pain. I couldn't feel it. Just playing around, I stopped concentrating on numbing the pain, and it returned. I then took it away again, amazed at how in control I was of my body. But just at that moment I relized that my heart was beating very fast, because I was excited about my new awareness of self control. I then concentrated on it, and found that I could control it too. If slowed it down to a pace I though was slow enough to fall asleep to, and then decided to play around again. I made it speed up, the go really slow (almost stopping it), and then really fast; but I then figured it wasn't good for my heart, and slowed it vary gradually.
I then concentrated very hard on actually losing my consciousness and falling asleep, but I found that as soon as I concentrated, I instantly blacked-out. I woke up the next morning in a state of nirvana, an euphoric ( wrong spelling I think) state of mind. I turned on my music, and it seemed to flow so well, and it seemed so heavenly. I then ate breakfast and spent the day at my girlfriends house, and even though she was in a bad mood, my mood rubbed off onto her and we had an amazing day full of laughter, love, and happiness.
I now relize just how powerful DXM really is. I can now say that it has changed my life completely, and I now have much more respect for it than just drinking syrup or popping gel cap pills to get a high. I now relize that it is a tool. A tool that can either be used to just get a high-which I think is also enjoyable-or to explore one's spiritual side. One can evaluate his/her life and wake up a changed person, and even now, I still feel that DXM has changed my life in a noticable, positive way.
Happy Tripping, and remember, you can find yourself if you know where to start looking.
