This is my first trip report. Not a trip that happened recently, just a mildly interesting story I'd like to share.
At the time of the trip I was prescribed 20mg of Fluoxetine for depression, and I didn't even consider it having any interaction with dxm because I was a stupid, uneducated teenager.
After a few experiences with low second plateau doses (250mg), I decided to take it to the next level. I read somewhere online that "you haven't tried DXM until you've done 500mg" or something along those lines. Being the idiotic teenager I was, I walked to the nearest Walmart and picked myself up a bottle of generic robotussin (roughly 500mg of dxm in the bottle). I dashed home, skipped dinner and bolted straight to my room and downed the bottle as fast as i could.
It took me about 15 minutes to get the whole bottle down. After that was all done, I laid on my bed and listened to some music waiting for the trip to come up. About 45 minutes later I started to feel the come-up. Excited, I put on the new Daft Punk album I downloaded earlier that day. The first few songs sounded heavenly. Absolutely indescribable how pure their songs sounded at that time. It was pure mutha fucking magic.
Then suddenly I had a shockwave rush through my body and I threw my headphones off in horror. The high started to skyrocket at an insane pace. I was panicking.
I lit up some candles and turned off my electric light in a desperate attempt to calm myself down. I sat down and waited for the calmness to suddenly hit me, like it was just going to happen. Eventually I convinced myself to lay down on my bed for a bit until the high reaches its peak. I figured that I'd be able to calm myself down at the peak by repeating in my head "its only going to get easier from here on"
That bed is where I spent the next 3 hours. My muscles locked up, my heart pounding out of my chest and sweating like a mad man. I felt as if I was on the brink of death. Every time I closed my eyes I'd have insane "visuals" if you want to call them that. I saw my entire life as a flat plane: future, present and past. There was this strange force guiding me through parts of my life, showing me that what I was going through was simply a phase that had to be lived through. He showed me glimpses of the future to reassure me that I wasn't going to die. But I didn't believe him. This strange visuals happened repeatedly, each one seeming to last an hour or so. I remember looking at the clock before and after one of these mental trips through time and space and noticing that only 3 minutes had gone by. I was devastated. What seemed like an hour was a mere 3 minutes.
At that point I was fully convinced that I had signed my death sentence, and strangely enough I was completely contempt with it. I was just laying there waiting for death to come and get me already. I considered telling my parents about what I did, thinking that they'd be compassionate and understanding about it and help me get through, but thankfully I didn't have the strength to get up and tell them. After begging the angle of death to take me away for 30 minutes straight, I realized that what I was doing was complete nonsense. "I only took 500mg of dxm. Thats nothing compared to what the people on the internet do, right?"
I had gotten my ability to move and function somewhat back. I remember getting up very very slow, so I don't set something off in my brain and cause a sudden heart attack or mental shutdown. My vision was completely fucked. It was like looking through a lagging camera. I tried to stand up with little luck. I had to bend over completely like I was bowing to keep my balance.
I walked over to my candles to blow them out, fearing that if I kept them burning any longer they'd be completely engulfed in flames and burn my house down. I remember the smoke coming from them after blowing them out. I smelled it and feared that if any of it got into my lungs I'd die, so right after I blew out each candle (there were about 4 of them) I'd duck down and avoid the smoke as best I could.
I then went over to my computer and looked up some trip reports about 500mg of dxm. Typing alone was a task that was near impossible at that time, and I'm impressed with myself that I was able to do as many searches as I did. All the reports I found seemed nice and calm, which reassured me more that I wasn't going to die that night.
Then I ran across someone talking about serotonin syndrome and how dxm interacts with anti-depressants.... I freaked. In fact I almost pee'd myself. No joke.
At that point I realized that I had to piss, so instead of walking to the bathroom that was right across the hall I attempted to piss in a bottle that had been lying in my room for a few days. For some reason I was pee-shy in my own room and unable to perform, which left me no choice but to walk across the hall to the bathroom.
I opened my door and saw my younger sisters friend, who was spending the night, right across the hall, staring at me. I quickly stumbled to the bathroom trying to avoid her as best I could. She must have known that I wasn't in the right state of mind or just being an asshole because she then started pounding on the bathroom door and repeating my name over and over. Annoyed and scared, I told her to leave me alone. I pissed really fast, rinsed my face off with warm water in the sink, avoided my refection and quickly went back to my room.
After that it was all down hill. It was still a bit difficult to handle but it was somewhat manageable. I put on some music and did my best to relax. After about 2 songs I turned the music off because it sounded like plastic.
Bored, I called up my girlfriend at the time to ask her to comfort me a bit with her "soft voice and sweet words." I tried to hold up a conversation with her but my social skills were still completely shot. I didn't understand a single word she said and I didn't understand anything I said, so I hung up on her without warning.
Everything after that is fuzzy, then I fell asleep. I woke up the next day with a strong afterglow, comparable to a low second plateau. I remember getting bitched out by my girlfriend early in the morning for hanging up on her and scaring the shit out of her. She told me never to do dxm again or she'd break up with me and bladdy bladdy bla.
Good times.
At the time of the trip I was prescribed 20mg of Fluoxetine for depression, and I didn't even consider it having any interaction with dxm because I was a stupid, uneducated teenager.
After a few experiences with low second plateau doses (250mg), I decided to take it to the next level. I read somewhere online that "you haven't tried DXM until you've done 500mg" or something along those lines. Being the idiotic teenager I was, I walked to the nearest Walmart and picked myself up a bottle of generic robotussin (roughly 500mg of dxm in the bottle). I dashed home, skipped dinner and bolted straight to my room and downed the bottle as fast as i could.
It took me about 15 minutes to get the whole bottle down. After that was all done, I laid on my bed and listened to some music waiting for the trip to come up. About 45 minutes later I started to feel the come-up. Excited, I put on the new Daft Punk album I downloaded earlier that day. The first few songs sounded heavenly. Absolutely indescribable how pure their songs sounded at that time. It was pure mutha fucking magic.
Then suddenly I had a shockwave rush through my body and I threw my headphones off in horror. The high started to skyrocket at an insane pace. I was panicking.
I lit up some candles and turned off my electric light in a desperate attempt to calm myself down. I sat down and waited for the calmness to suddenly hit me, like it was just going to happen. Eventually I convinced myself to lay down on my bed for a bit until the high reaches its peak. I figured that I'd be able to calm myself down at the peak by repeating in my head "its only going to get easier from here on"
That bed is where I spent the next 3 hours. My muscles locked up, my heart pounding out of my chest and sweating like a mad man. I felt as if I was on the brink of death. Every time I closed my eyes I'd have insane "visuals" if you want to call them that. I saw my entire life as a flat plane: future, present and past. There was this strange force guiding me through parts of my life, showing me that what I was going through was simply a phase that had to be lived through. He showed me glimpses of the future to reassure me that I wasn't going to die. But I didn't believe him. This strange visuals happened repeatedly, each one seeming to last an hour or so. I remember looking at the clock before and after one of these mental trips through time and space and noticing that only 3 minutes had gone by. I was devastated. What seemed like an hour was a mere 3 minutes.
At that point I was fully convinced that I had signed my death sentence, and strangely enough I was completely contempt with it. I was just laying there waiting for death to come and get me already. I considered telling my parents about what I did, thinking that they'd be compassionate and understanding about it and help me get through, but thankfully I didn't have the strength to get up and tell them. After begging the angle of death to take me away for 30 minutes straight, I realized that what I was doing was complete nonsense. "I only took 500mg of dxm. Thats nothing compared to what the people on the internet do, right?"
I had gotten my ability to move and function somewhat back. I remember getting up very very slow, so I don't set something off in my brain and cause a sudden heart attack or mental shutdown. My vision was completely fucked. It was like looking through a lagging camera. I tried to stand up with little luck. I had to bend over completely like I was bowing to keep my balance.
I walked over to my candles to blow them out, fearing that if I kept them burning any longer they'd be completely engulfed in flames and burn my house down. I remember the smoke coming from them after blowing them out. I smelled it and feared that if any of it got into my lungs I'd die, so right after I blew out each candle (there were about 4 of them) I'd duck down and avoid the smoke as best I could.
I then went over to my computer and looked up some trip reports about 500mg of dxm. Typing alone was a task that was near impossible at that time, and I'm impressed with myself that I was able to do as many searches as I did. All the reports I found seemed nice and calm, which reassured me more that I wasn't going to die that night.
Then I ran across someone talking about serotonin syndrome and how dxm interacts with anti-depressants.... I freaked. In fact I almost pee'd myself. No joke.
At that point I realized that I had to piss, so instead of walking to the bathroom that was right across the hall I attempted to piss in a bottle that had been lying in my room for a few days. For some reason I was pee-shy in my own room and unable to perform, which left me no choice but to walk across the hall to the bathroom.
I opened my door and saw my younger sisters friend, who was spending the night, right across the hall, staring at me. I quickly stumbled to the bathroom trying to avoid her as best I could. She must have known that I wasn't in the right state of mind or just being an asshole because she then started pounding on the bathroom door and repeating my name over and over. Annoyed and scared, I told her to leave me alone. I pissed really fast, rinsed my face off with warm water in the sink, avoided my refection and quickly went back to my room.
After that it was all down hill. It was still a bit difficult to handle but it was somewhat manageable. I put on some music and did my best to relax. After about 2 songs I turned the music off because it sounded like plastic.
Bored, I called up my girlfriend at the time to ask her to comfort me a bit with her "soft voice and sweet words." I tried to hold up a conversation with her but my social skills were still completely shot. I didn't understand a single word she said and I didn't understand anything I said, so I hung up on her without warning.
Everything after that is fuzzy, then I fell asleep. I woke up the next day with a strong afterglow, comparable to a low second plateau. I remember getting bitched out by my girlfriend early in the morning for hanging up on her and scaring the shit out of her. She told me never to do dxm again or she'd break up with me and bladdy bladdy bla.
Good times.
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