DXM (450mg)- Semi-Exp- "Standing on Top of the Mountain with the Beach at My Back"
Background: After becoming jaded with all the drugs available to me (mushrooms, E, coke, oxy) I had started fooling around with DXM again (having done it 2 or 3 times previously). Prior to this experience I had done 6 or 7 ~350mg (or 4oz. Robo Max) "trips".
"Standing on Top of the Mountain with the Beach at My Back"
It was an early autumn night. The kind of night that lends itself perfectly to being severely intoxicated and laying around outside.
I was working. Working at Domino's, delivering pizzas til one a.m., as I had every friday night for the last six months. I had a plan though. I was getting out of there before one if it killed me. I managed to persuade a co-worker to stay in my place. I left hell around 11 p.m. I considered this to be an unusual stroke of good luck. I decided to celebrate.
I met up with Ed over at "the garage". He was as enthusiastic as I was about getting really wasted. We also agreed that we wanted to go beyond just alcohol and smoke. We wanted to go out there, somewhere far.
Ed brought up DXM almost immediately. He had never used it himself, but was curious after I had explained that it was my new favorite drug. He didn't have to spend much time convincing me. I think I was already thinking about it before he even said it.
After bouncing around to several stores, we had acquired a 4oz. bottle and an 8 oz. bottle of Robotussin Maximum Strength. Ed had chosen 4oz. (~350mg DXM), based upon my recomendation. --note: it is important to remember the potential for an enzyme deficiency in first time users. We had discussed it, but Ed wanted to just "go for it."-- I chose to consume around 5.5oz. of the viscous liquid.
By now it was approaching midnight, and we had just finished dosing. I knew that we had a long night ahead of us and virtually nothing to do to kill time. As I felt the warmth of the first alerts I knew it would be wise to drive to another location before the full effects manifested themselves. We drove back to my house with the intention of just sitting around my driveway and basking in the glow of the “dexperience”.
When we arrive at my house we are about 45 minutes post-ingestion. Nausea decides to come knocking at our door. I notice that Ed appears to be feeling ill and shortly after he is vomiting in front of my car. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it, as I had never been able to hold down more than 4oz. without getting violently ill (all being at the 8 oz. level).
Ed comes back to the car saying that he is still nauseous but doesn't think he can throw up. I suggest sitting out on the driveway and smoking a bowl. After smoking, Ed makes another trip to the field to purge, while I sit on the driveway and let the Dex take over me. There is a cool breeze sweeping across the drive and it chills my face and hands.
However my back feels as if the hot midday sun is beating down on it. Visions of landscapes materialize in my mind. At my face is the peak of the Killington Ski Resort I had visited about 4 years ago. At my back was a long stretch of beach, rreminiscentof Ocean City. At one instantaneous moment, I was standing on top of the mountain with the beach at my back.
Soon my imaginary worlds began shifting, as if rotating on some uunforeseen axis. The movement caused the visions of these fantastic locations to fade, leaving me to focus purely on this newfound tilting of my equilibrium. My body was stuck to the pavement, but my mind was going for a surreal ride. It was like a psychedelic roller coaster
I snapped back to “reality”, but this was not the reality I was used to. This reality had no rules, no expectations, no consequences. This reality was devoid of problems, completely lacking external stress. In this reality I was truly at peace, content with everything that I saw, heard, smelled or thought. This reality was my home.
I stood up in this new reality. In my mind I moved fluidly, as if floating, though I'm sure that from a third party perspective I had a full-blown case of “robo-walk.” Ed was sitting near the grass, so I ventured over to see if he was enveloped in the same blissful euphoria that I was.
We began discussing the effects we were both feeling and Ed agreed with me that this dextromethorphan universe was unlike any we had ever experienced. He also agreed that it was truly spectacular, the kind of universe one could really get used to. Occasionally we would both stop talking and zone out into the complex web of disassociation that were our minds. During one zone out I began to describe a scene that was manifesting itself in my mind.
Ed and I were sitting not in my driveway, but on a crowded street corner in New York City's Times Square. What was interesting was, we were bums. I narrated the vision as it unfolded before, carefully depicting the scene in vivid detail. We sat on the corner on dirty pieces of cardboard. In front of us sat old styrofoam coffee cups. As the hustling business crowd jostled past us, they threw spare change into the dirty cups. Ed found it amazing that he was able to visualize each detail of the scene as I spoke them. I also found this quite interesting.
After a few more zone outs we moved our chill spot back to the car. It seemed appropriate to blaze up another bowl of some bud as it seemed to smooth out the nature of the trip and give it a very positive edge. After smoking we got into a conversation. I don't remember the exact details of it but it started with Ed saying something that sounded incoherent to me.
I looked at him and said, “Huh?,” to which he replied, “Dude.” This resulted in an extreme geek-out. As the laughter settled, Ed said something else. I said, “Huh?” He said, “Dude.” We exploded into laughter once again. This cycle began repeating itself several times. I began to think that we were somehow stuck in an “infinite time loop” and that we would never be able to stop repeating the same small conversation and breaking into laughter.
After some time it became disconcerting that we would never be able to function again and that we would be stuck in this loop of inane chatter and laughter. I used all my mental energy to interject and bring up my observation of the time loop. We laughed hysterically at the notion that we could have been stuck in that continuous cycle for so long.
We probably sat for another hour, casually discussing items and events that, no matter how unsettling they would normally be, caused us to break into hysterical laughter. I found that the psychedelic rroller coastereffect persisted and upon concentration, I could actually control the movement of my mind. I could race around hairpins, hurtle down hills and into loops before ceasing the movement at the very top of the loop. I felt as if I were just hanging there, upside down and if I opened my eyes I, or the world, be completely upturned. It's a feeling that seems to be truly unique to the dexperience.
The effects of the drug slowly tapered off and I was left with the usual discombobulated vision. I had a strange strobing effect, as if my vision couldn't keep up with my eyes. It also felt like I had to re-focus nearly every second in order to get proper depth perception. I decided it would be best to sleep it off. After popping 50mg of diphenhydramine, I drifted into a truly peaceful sleep.
DXM has proved itself as being one of the most unique and explorative drugs I have ever tried.
P.S. Sorry about the paragraphs...I typed this in Word and pasted into the box.
Background: After becoming jaded with all the drugs available to me (mushrooms, E, coke, oxy) I had started fooling around with DXM again (having done it 2 or 3 times previously). Prior to this experience I had done 6 or 7 ~350mg (or 4oz. Robo Max) "trips".
"Standing on Top of the Mountain with the Beach at My Back"
It was an early autumn night. The kind of night that lends itself perfectly to being severely intoxicated and laying around outside.
I was working. Working at Domino's, delivering pizzas til one a.m., as I had every friday night for the last six months. I had a plan though. I was getting out of there before one if it killed me. I managed to persuade a co-worker to stay in my place. I left hell around 11 p.m. I considered this to be an unusual stroke of good luck. I decided to celebrate.
I met up with Ed over at "the garage". He was as enthusiastic as I was about getting really wasted. We also agreed that we wanted to go beyond just alcohol and smoke. We wanted to go out there, somewhere far.
Ed brought up DXM almost immediately. He had never used it himself, but was curious after I had explained that it was my new favorite drug. He didn't have to spend much time convincing me. I think I was already thinking about it before he even said it.
After bouncing around to several stores, we had acquired a 4oz. bottle and an 8 oz. bottle of Robotussin Maximum Strength. Ed had chosen 4oz. (~350mg DXM), based upon my recomendation. --note: it is important to remember the potential for an enzyme deficiency in first time users. We had discussed it, but Ed wanted to just "go for it."-- I chose to consume around 5.5oz. of the viscous liquid.
By now it was approaching midnight, and we had just finished dosing. I knew that we had a long night ahead of us and virtually nothing to do to kill time. As I felt the warmth of the first alerts I knew it would be wise to drive to another location before the full effects manifested themselves. We drove back to my house with the intention of just sitting around my driveway and basking in the glow of the “dexperience”.
When we arrive at my house we are about 45 minutes post-ingestion. Nausea decides to come knocking at our door. I notice that Ed appears to be feeling ill and shortly after he is vomiting in front of my car. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it, as I had never been able to hold down more than 4oz. without getting violently ill (all being at the 8 oz. level).
Ed comes back to the car saying that he is still nauseous but doesn't think he can throw up. I suggest sitting out on the driveway and smoking a bowl. After smoking, Ed makes another trip to the field to purge, while I sit on the driveway and let the Dex take over me. There is a cool breeze sweeping across the drive and it chills my face and hands.
However my back feels as if the hot midday sun is beating down on it. Visions of landscapes materialize in my mind. At my face is the peak of the Killington Ski Resort I had visited about 4 years ago. At my back was a long stretch of beach, rreminiscentof Ocean City. At one instantaneous moment, I was standing on top of the mountain with the beach at my back.
Soon my imaginary worlds began shifting, as if rotating on some uunforeseen axis. The movement caused the visions of these fantastic locations to fade, leaving me to focus purely on this newfound tilting of my equilibrium. My body was stuck to the pavement, but my mind was going for a surreal ride. It was like a psychedelic roller coaster
I snapped back to “reality”, but this was not the reality I was used to. This reality had no rules, no expectations, no consequences. This reality was devoid of problems, completely lacking external stress. In this reality I was truly at peace, content with everything that I saw, heard, smelled or thought. This reality was my home.
I stood up in this new reality. In my mind I moved fluidly, as if floating, though I'm sure that from a third party perspective I had a full-blown case of “robo-walk.” Ed was sitting near the grass, so I ventured over to see if he was enveloped in the same blissful euphoria that I was.
We began discussing the effects we were both feeling and Ed agreed with me that this dextromethorphan universe was unlike any we had ever experienced. He also agreed that it was truly spectacular, the kind of universe one could really get used to. Occasionally we would both stop talking and zone out into the complex web of disassociation that were our minds. During one zone out I began to describe a scene that was manifesting itself in my mind.
Ed and I were sitting not in my driveway, but on a crowded street corner in New York City's Times Square. What was interesting was, we were bums. I narrated the vision as it unfolded before, carefully depicting the scene in vivid detail. We sat on the corner on dirty pieces of cardboard. In front of us sat old styrofoam coffee cups. As the hustling business crowd jostled past us, they threw spare change into the dirty cups. Ed found it amazing that he was able to visualize each detail of the scene as I spoke them. I also found this quite interesting.
After a few more zone outs we moved our chill spot back to the car. It seemed appropriate to blaze up another bowl of some bud as it seemed to smooth out the nature of the trip and give it a very positive edge. After smoking we got into a conversation. I don't remember the exact details of it but it started with Ed saying something that sounded incoherent to me.
I looked at him and said, “Huh?,” to which he replied, “Dude.” This resulted in an extreme geek-out. As the laughter settled, Ed said something else. I said, “Huh?” He said, “Dude.” We exploded into laughter once again. This cycle began repeating itself several times. I began to think that we were somehow stuck in an “infinite time loop” and that we would never be able to stop repeating the same small conversation and breaking into laughter.
After some time it became disconcerting that we would never be able to function again and that we would be stuck in this loop of inane chatter and laughter. I used all my mental energy to interject and bring up my observation of the time loop. We laughed hysterically at the notion that we could have been stuck in that continuous cycle for so long.
We probably sat for another hour, casually discussing items and events that, no matter how unsettling they would normally be, caused us to break into hysterical laughter. I found that the psychedelic rroller coastereffect persisted and upon concentration, I could actually control the movement of my mind. I could race around hairpins, hurtle down hills and into loops before ceasing the movement at the very top of the loop. I felt as if I were just hanging there, upside down and if I opened my eyes I, or the world, be completely upturned. It's a feeling that seems to be truly unique to the dexperience.
The effects of the drug slowly tapered off and I was left with the usual discombobulated vision. I had a strange strobing effect, as if my vision couldn't keep up with my eyes. It also felt like I had to re-focus nearly every second in order to get proper depth perception. I decided it would be best to sleep it off. After popping 50mg of diphenhydramine, I drifted into a truly peaceful sleep.
DXM has proved itself as being one of the most unique and explorative drugs I have ever tried.
P.S. Sorry about the paragraphs...I typed this in Word and pasted into the box.
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