Dexhead
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The following is my first time hitting 4th plateau. The report is from about six months ago but is probably my most memorable experience with dex...
It had been nearly two months since my last time with dextromethorphan. I had had enough. I needed to visit dexland once again. But this time I was going for it all. I planned on a 4th plateau trip. I had experienced a few very intense 3rd plateaus and many 2nd. I thought I knew pretty well what to expect, and that I could handle the drug at such a high dose.
At about 10:30 PM on Friday, sometime at the end of January, I took somewhere in the range of 800-1000 mg of dxm. I chugged down a few bottles of robotussin extra strength. I hadn’t taken this much before, and on previous trips I had always been able to refrain from puking. This time was an exception. About a half hour later I had to make a run to the bathroom. I barfed up huge amounts of red liquid for a good 10 minutes. I had started to trip by now. I was in the 1st plateau seeing double vision like no other and watching as the walls breathed.
After this fucking horrible mess, I staggered my drunken self to my room and fell to the bed. When I hit the bed I entered a dream-like state. I had entered the 2nd plateau and closed my eyes to check out any cool closed eye visuals. Most of my past visuals consisted of cartoonish alien creatures or other odd things that I for some reason thought in my head and then saw in visions. This time, wow. I closed my eyes and saw a decaying body lying next to my own. I stared at him only to watch it come alive and skin himself. What I saw after this becomes a mystery to me. I don’t have much remembrance of it. The thing I remember after that was when I hit the 3rd plateau. I was not able to move at all. It was impossible to get up from the bed. Dissociation from the mind and body was very real. I began fearing that I would never be sane again. I had completely forgotten that I had taken this drug, and had thought of the whole day as a fake. Everyone I contacted that day was fake, they were not human, they were all in my head. I was once again this non existent being, a thought in another’s head.
The irrational thoughts that occur on the 3rd plateau were no match to what came up next. I blacked out and found myself in another world. I was walking in a snow covered field on top of a mountain. Looking across the field were three stars. There was not our single sun, but three. One dead center, the others to the right and left. They heated the planet well, but made it nearly impossible to look out into the sky due to the overwhelming light they put off. This was no vision, this was an existing world my body had been placed to live for what seemed 7 years. I can’t remember much of what happened later. I recall waking up in my bed after a series of strange events I still can’t make sense of. When my eyes were opened I found myself staring up at the ceiling in my room in the corner on my bed. The emotions that came over me were horrible. How could I be back in my room? I felt like I had just missed out on 7 years of my life. All these years had occurred in my head and I was horrified to find myself back in this familiar place. I noticed it was only 1:30 in the morning. Only a few hours had gone by. Time was no longer relevant. Seconds felt like hours, and sometimes minutes like a single second. As I stared at my ceiling I witnessed it shatter into billions of separate pieces. The pieces scattered across my room and floated in the air. They turned colors of green and purple. During this instance I felt that someone had grabbed hold of my brain and stretched it just far enough so it would almost tear. The only thought in my head was woooooo. I might as well have been retarded, because there was nothing going on upstairs at all, nothing but sheer insanity.
I blacked out again and found myself moving at very fast rates of speed in a dark tunnel. I was once again in another world, another reality. I had experienced this in CEV’s before, but this time I was actually there. I could feel my hair blow from the acceleration and sensed the movement in my fingers. This could have lasted for a long time, I have no idea. It is very hard to remember that world.
I came back to reality as we know it later on that night. Mind of Mencia was on Comedy Central. I wasn’t trippin hard anymore, but still very much insane. Double vision was still there and as I watched the posters on my wall breathe I knew I was still tripping. I watched the ceiling shift and swirl, much like an acid trip, but they didn’t have any colors of their own.
During the whole trip I had wanted to be sober. I had wanted to quit this horrible drug forever or for a very long time. Later when I found my sanity, I thought of the whole thing as simply amazing. I want nothing to do but trip now. The worlds I visited were much more realistic and amazing than the one I live on. Shit they were in my head, but better. The trip taught me how creative the mind is. It’s still amazing to me that I can actually forget my own name on the 3rd plateau, and on the 4th not even know what the fuck is going on.
It had been nearly two months since my last time with dextromethorphan. I had had enough. I needed to visit dexland once again. But this time I was going for it all. I planned on a 4th plateau trip. I had experienced a few very intense 3rd plateaus and many 2nd. I thought I knew pretty well what to expect, and that I could handle the drug at such a high dose.
At about 10:30 PM on Friday, sometime at the end of January, I took somewhere in the range of 800-1000 mg of dxm. I chugged down a few bottles of robotussin extra strength. I hadn’t taken this much before, and on previous trips I had always been able to refrain from puking. This time was an exception. About a half hour later I had to make a run to the bathroom. I barfed up huge amounts of red liquid for a good 10 minutes. I had started to trip by now. I was in the 1st plateau seeing double vision like no other and watching as the walls breathed.
After this fucking horrible mess, I staggered my drunken self to my room and fell to the bed. When I hit the bed I entered a dream-like state. I had entered the 2nd plateau and closed my eyes to check out any cool closed eye visuals. Most of my past visuals consisted of cartoonish alien creatures or other odd things that I for some reason thought in my head and then saw in visions. This time, wow. I closed my eyes and saw a decaying body lying next to my own. I stared at him only to watch it come alive and skin himself. What I saw after this becomes a mystery to me. I don’t have much remembrance of it. The thing I remember after that was when I hit the 3rd plateau. I was not able to move at all. It was impossible to get up from the bed. Dissociation from the mind and body was very real. I began fearing that I would never be sane again. I had completely forgotten that I had taken this drug, and had thought of the whole day as a fake. Everyone I contacted that day was fake, they were not human, they were all in my head. I was once again this non existent being, a thought in another’s head.
The irrational thoughts that occur on the 3rd plateau were no match to what came up next. I blacked out and found myself in another world. I was walking in a snow covered field on top of a mountain. Looking across the field were three stars. There was not our single sun, but three. One dead center, the others to the right and left. They heated the planet well, but made it nearly impossible to look out into the sky due to the overwhelming light they put off. This was no vision, this was an existing world my body had been placed to live for what seemed 7 years. I can’t remember much of what happened later. I recall waking up in my bed after a series of strange events I still can’t make sense of. When my eyes were opened I found myself staring up at the ceiling in my room in the corner on my bed. The emotions that came over me were horrible. How could I be back in my room? I felt like I had just missed out on 7 years of my life. All these years had occurred in my head and I was horrified to find myself back in this familiar place. I noticed it was only 1:30 in the morning. Only a few hours had gone by. Time was no longer relevant. Seconds felt like hours, and sometimes minutes like a single second. As I stared at my ceiling I witnessed it shatter into billions of separate pieces. The pieces scattered across my room and floated in the air. They turned colors of green and purple. During this instance I felt that someone had grabbed hold of my brain and stretched it just far enough so it would almost tear. The only thought in my head was woooooo. I might as well have been retarded, because there was nothing going on upstairs at all, nothing but sheer insanity.
I blacked out again and found myself moving at very fast rates of speed in a dark tunnel. I was once again in another world, another reality. I had experienced this in CEV’s before, but this time I was actually there. I could feel my hair blow from the acceleration and sensed the movement in my fingers. This could have lasted for a long time, I have no idea. It is very hard to remember that world.
I came back to reality as we know it later on that night. Mind of Mencia was on Comedy Central. I wasn’t trippin hard anymore, but still very much insane. Double vision was still there and as I watched the posters on my wall breathe I knew I was still tripping. I watched the ceiling shift and swirl, much like an acid trip, but they didn’t have any colors of their own.
During the whole trip I had wanted to be sober. I had wanted to quit this horrible drug forever or for a very long time. Later when I found my sanity, I thought of the whole thing as simply amazing. I want nothing to do but trip now. The worlds I visited were much more realistic and amazing than the one I live on. Shit they were in my head, but better. The trip taught me how creative the mind is. It’s still amazing to me that I can actually forget my own name on the 3rd plateau, and on the 4th not even know what the fuck is going on.
