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Bluelighter
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Warning: epic post. I tried to prevent this, but then I kept thinking of stuff I'd forgotten, and adding it in.
Let me begin by saying that this is NOT a low dose for me (although I did twice that amount once before). This was my second to last good trip, so what the hell. I like writing these.
The times aren't precisely accurate, but I will do my best to tie in the actual events with times like you'de see on a more detailed report. I didn't write it down or anything but I remember that day quite well.
What's yer poison?: Robo Max Strength containing DXM Hbr USP 15 mg (and menthol)
That's three 4 Oz bottles, split exactly in half
I had been telling a family member about it during this time, and she seemed interested. She is also the daughter of both my biological parents, but let's just refer to her as "H" from here on out. Another person who was present, also related to us both, will be refered to as "F". Ok.
1 Hour prior to dosing: I had one microwave dinner meal (BBQ rib with mashed potatoes and corn), as I wanted to have what I then considered a "well-balanced meal" beforehand. Also drank lots of h2O.
I had to wait until H got home from somewhere, and we rode together to a discount retail chain store to get the shit.
Let's just make these the times (it was during the day/evening):
T + 3:30 PM - We downed 'em. Compared to the vile-tasting stuff I was used to before this, this syrup almost tasted good. H fagged around with hers and it took her a good while to kill a whole 4 Ozer. I chugged 4 Oz. from one and then sipped another 2 oz. from the third bottle.
She tried to drink the remaining 2 oz, but was unable to. She's just of those people who have trouble taking shots or drinking gross things on dares. I don't understand this. She would do TERRIBLE on Fear Factor. Disposed of the two empties and capped and kept the third for redosing later (this never occured, I ended up throwing it away). We agree to play Super NES until liftoff.
T + 4:15 PM By now we have gotten off the nintendo and were instead listening to music. Keep in mind that this was all her music because we were in her room. She had a 5-disc player connected to a sub woofer and some kick-ass speakers.
T + 4:30 PM I'm not sure who started first, but we spent the next 45 minutes or so dancing and jumping around to various random tracks. I recall myself asking her how she was feeling, to which she replied "good".
Sometime during these events, there was a moment where I can still honesly say it was the happiest moment of my life. It was off course endorphins from the exercise and the DXM, coupled with Shakira's voice on "Wherever, Whenever", and the killer sound emenating from that stereo. But still, I remember I was standing in a corner and just felt blissfully ecstatic for a minute or so.
T + 4:15 PM At this point, the Eminem song "Till I collapse" was playing. Her bed was open on all three sides, except the headboard part which was against the wall. We had been circling around it, going in opposite directions, kind of meeting in the middle and laughing at each other for being so stupid.
On comes another rap song, to which the chorus goes "this is the life of a thug".
This prompted me to get on her bed and sing "this is the life of a lizard", and kind of dance, but with lizard like movements and on all fours. What an idiot. I was simply having the best time of my life.
T + 5:00 PM F's room was across the way, and once we got bored with the music we went in there. Off course he knew we were on something and we told him what it was. At this point H kept refering to F as a "thing". She would say things like "what is that" and "bring that with us", meaning she wanted him to go into her room. He laughed at us and commented on how we were very robotic and zombie like.
At some point after some laughing and talking, I proceeded to act like a T-rex. I'm not sure what triggered this exactly, but I REALLY got into it. I've since read reports of people who used Dex saying it made them feel "like a reptile". I did the arms, bent my knees, and roared lmao. I must have looked so retarded. But in my mind, I was actually fooling them into thinking I looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Or becoming a dinosaur. That's what it really felt like. They just stared at me like "WTF"
A little after this H and I went outside.
Now, I was walking outdoors with my sis, and I started to get the impression she wasn't enjoying this very much. She kept saying stuff like "I feel like I'm going to fall down" and "I'm falling", yet she didn't even look like she was having balance/coordination problems at all. What a baffling thing to observe. We didn't get far at all when we turned around and went back in.
I would also like to point out that this was the first time I'd ever tripped during the day/evening when there was still light out. Didn't make too much of a difference, but I find that something about the night sky complements these trips beautifully. Still, the cloudy and grey evening sky seemed to reflect my mental state.
T + 6:00 PM back inside we go, and H decides she wants to go lay down on her bed. F fucks with her a little bit, we all discuss how this is not some stupid party drug, and F tells H "its like acid". I laugh. F leaves the room, and randomly, my mom enters the room. It was weird because she just stood by H's bed and stared at her for a while. She asked us what we were up to, and we gave her some quick response, but she lingered. I'm 100% positive she knew we were on something. It was just strange.
Well, H made a dumb, random comment, saying "how come F's eyes are always dilated, like no matter what? Its like he's on drugs or something."
I gave her this look, eyes widened for a sec. The look that says "WTF mom is standing right there, why on earth would you say that?"
Mom leaves, I called a friend and noted how weird a phone call was. The whole concept of it just perplexed me.
At some point the three of us eventually found ourselves in the living room. Out of nowhere H slaps me in the face, hard (long story short, its this stupid thing she does to ppl when drunk, thinks its funny). I was furious seriously, I was seconds away from beating the shit out of her. Luckily F helped calm me down. Not like I'd never done anything fucked up to someone when they were high before. But the anger was out of control, and amplified x10 on Dex.
Some time shortly after this, we step outside and as I'm walking thru the house I notice my shadow does this strange thing where it just looks enormous. I am GONE. I remember sitting in the backyard and once again entering the zone where I feel dreamy and engrossed, almost distant.
I am not here.
Having a convo with F about lucid dreaming, everything was going well until he said something about lucid dreaming being bullshit. This was a show stopper for me. I could not grasp the concept that someone was discussing something with me one minute and disagreeing with me the next. I didn't really do anything, but I was in a state of utter disbelief over this for a while.
T + 7:00 PM the syrup is still kicking my ass. For about 10 minutes during this last half hour, I genuinely believed I was dreaming. There were now several drinking glasses partially filled with water - as I was continually bringing them back and forth from the kitchen - all over H's room. I'd been drinking water again and trying to get H to eat something (she hadn't eaten anything since the day before, at lunch. I warned her about this).
We're now in F's room, watching the TV in there. A commercial with Britney Spears comes on. I find myself staring at the screen, but only because it seems so distant. I notice at this point that music is beggining to sound distorted, metallic and weird and that I can't see the television as well as I normally can. Vision won't focus.
H is having a bad trip, she's been confused and rambling, calling her friends on her cellphone and telling them there is a monkey on her back. At some point she says to me "how can you do this all the time, I don't like it". I gave some brief reply but truth be told this line of questioning opened up a whole train of thought in my head.
At some point, I puke from all the water in my stomach.
After this F and I go into the compter room, and he proceeds to show me some video clips from martial arts trickz websites, such as bilang.com
As I watch these guys do all these crazy tricks, F mentions something about me losing weight so I can do stuff like that.
Side note: I was fat back then, and my sister was skinny. Now, its the other way around. I tried to warn her against taking DXM on an empty stomach, as little as she weighs.
Anyhow, I had expressed my desire to get back into shape and the Jackie Chan flick Drunken Master was my favorite for a while, and all I could do were front bumps. All this generated an impulse to get on the "right path". I vowed to myself that I would lose weight, get back into martial arts, and learn how to do all those crazy moves.
Standing there that very moment, I was DETERMINED. This school of thought brought about all these memories of myself in school and my childhood. Once again I felt my anger rising, which heightened at the mere thought of my father. I wished I was in Houston so I could go to his house and beat the shit out of him right then. Obviously there are reasons for this, mostly him being an abusive asshole to all of us.
T + 7:45 PM everyday concepts are now completely alien, feelings and emotions are far more profound and I find myself opening up. At some point I hugged both H and F. H embraced it, though she felt "not there" and F tryed to resist. "We're family", I insisted.
T + 8:00 PM I head to the kitchen and attempt to make a sandwich. Decide to toast the bread. Bad idea. lol idk why, but I ended up only toasting two slices, throwing some ham and turkey (and I think mayo) on and only one slice on each sandwich was toasted. I simply couldn't work a toaster oven, or make a simple sandwich. I was truely confused. This made me laugh, but I took one to H's room, she refused to eat. I took a bite of mine, and the sensation of chewing was WEEIIIIRD! It felt like I was choking on many tiny pieces of I don't know what. After another half-assed bite I gave up, and it ended up sitting there.
T + 9:00 PM still trippin hard, watching the clock and man is it going slow.
T + 10:00 PM I'm barely starting to come down a little bit. You wanna talk about long-lasting? Ha! F gave me a swift (but not hard) kick to lower leg, and asked me if I felt it. I felt something, but it wasn't pain. It was strange, as I'm still pretty numbed up. When I throw some water on my face repeatedly in the bathroom sink, I am unable to feel it. Standing in front of the mirror, door closed, I stare at my reflection for a little while. Somewhere in my memory bank there is a recollection of thoughts. Something wants to be known.
What is this but my reflection. Who am I to judge or strike you down?
I realize that I have never been content with myself, and recall several images from my adolescence and infancy. I make a show of washing my hands again, even though nobody is in there with me. I splash more water on my face.
So many momories to hide, very little to commemorate. Some short time later I have an "ah-ha" experience, and draw a few conclusions about my life and why things are the way they are.
T + 11:30 PM A nonplussed H is laying in her bed, lights out and with her cellphone lieing on the floor, upside-down, open and still on. I walk in, turn on the lights and ask her if she's going to sleep or what.
"I'm going to die now. Thank you for the support through this, and tell F I said thanks. He was a very helpful bug."
"hahaha, you're not dieing", I assure her.
She didn't seem scared about it or anything. In her mind, she was undoubtedly facing her demise. I gave her some speech but I don't think she was paying attention, so I left her room.
T + 11:45 PM F and I walk to a nearby convenience store. We cut through some grassy field. He tries to mess with me about rattle snakes, but I'm not even that fucked up anymore so it doesn't freak me out or anything. I have to focus to make sure I give the clerk the right amount of cash and everything. I don't remember my purchase. I do know that I was going to get a tall can of something, but decided against it.
T + 12:30 AM Well, I'm pretty much sober now. F and I watched a movie and then I went straight to sleep. I didn't have any trouble at all, but I did have some vivid dreams.
..................
Like I said, this was one of the last times I did this. After this day, I didn't so any DXM for over two years.
Let me begin by saying that this is NOT a low dose for me (although I did twice that amount once before). This was my second to last good trip, so what the hell. I like writing these.
The times aren't precisely accurate, but I will do my best to tie in the actual events with times like you'de see on a more detailed report. I didn't write it down or anything but I remember that day quite well.
What's yer poison?: Robo Max Strength containing DXM Hbr USP 15 mg (and menthol)
That's three 4 Oz bottles, split exactly in half
I had been telling a family member about it during this time, and she seemed interested. She is also the daughter of both my biological parents, but let's just refer to her as "H" from here on out. Another person who was present, also related to us both, will be refered to as "F". Ok.
1 Hour prior to dosing: I had one microwave dinner meal (BBQ rib with mashed potatoes and corn), as I wanted to have what I then considered a "well-balanced meal" beforehand. Also drank lots of h2O.
I had to wait until H got home from somewhere, and we rode together to a discount retail chain store to get the shit.
Let's just make these the times (it was during the day/evening):
T + 3:30 PM - We downed 'em. Compared to the vile-tasting stuff I was used to before this, this syrup almost tasted good. H fagged around with hers and it took her a good while to kill a whole 4 Ozer. I chugged 4 Oz. from one and then sipped another 2 oz. from the third bottle.
She tried to drink the remaining 2 oz, but was unable to. She's just of those people who have trouble taking shots or drinking gross things on dares. I don't understand this. She would do TERRIBLE on Fear Factor. Disposed of the two empties and capped and kept the third for redosing later (this never occured, I ended up throwing it away). We agree to play Super NES until liftoff.
T + 4:15 PM By now we have gotten off the nintendo and were instead listening to music. Keep in mind that this was all her music because we were in her room. She had a 5-disc player connected to a sub woofer and some kick-ass speakers.
T + 4:30 PM I'm not sure who started first, but we spent the next 45 minutes or so dancing and jumping around to various random tracks. I recall myself asking her how she was feeling, to which she replied "good".
Sometime during these events, there was a moment where I can still honesly say it was the happiest moment of my life. It was off course endorphins from the exercise and the DXM, coupled with Shakira's voice on "Wherever, Whenever", and the killer sound emenating from that stereo. But still, I remember I was standing in a corner and just felt blissfully ecstatic for a minute or so.
T + 4:15 PM At this point, the Eminem song "Till I collapse" was playing. Her bed was open on all three sides, except the headboard part which was against the wall. We had been circling around it, going in opposite directions, kind of meeting in the middle and laughing at each other for being so stupid.
On comes another rap song, to which the chorus goes "this is the life of a thug".
This prompted me to get on her bed and sing "this is the life of a lizard", and kind of dance, but with lizard like movements and on all fours. What an idiot. I was simply having the best time of my life.
T + 5:00 PM F's room was across the way, and once we got bored with the music we went in there. Off course he knew we were on something and we told him what it was. At this point H kept refering to F as a "thing". She would say things like "what is that" and "bring that with us", meaning she wanted him to go into her room. He laughed at us and commented on how we were very robotic and zombie like.
At some point after some laughing and talking, I proceeded to act like a T-rex. I'm not sure what triggered this exactly, but I REALLY got into it. I've since read reports of people who used Dex saying it made them feel "like a reptile". I did the arms, bent my knees, and roared lmao. I must have looked so retarded. But in my mind, I was actually fooling them into thinking I looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Or becoming a dinosaur. That's what it really felt like. They just stared at me like "WTF"
A little after this H and I went outside.
Now, I was walking outdoors with my sis, and I started to get the impression she wasn't enjoying this very much. She kept saying stuff like "I feel like I'm going to fall down" and "I'm falling", yet she didn't even look like she was having balance/coordination problems at all. What a baffling thing to observe. We didn't get far at all when we turned around and went back in.
I would also like to point out that this was the first time I'd ever tripped during the day/evening when there was still light out. Didn't make too much of a difference, but I find that something about the night sky complements these trips beautifully. Still, the cloudy and grey evening sky seemed to reflect my mental state.
T + 6:00 PM back inside we go, and H decides she wants to go lay down on her bed. F fucks with her a little bit, we all discuss how this is not some stupid party drug, and F tells H "its like acid". I laugh. F leaves the room, and randomly, my mom enters the room. It was weird because she just stood by H's bed and stared at her for a while. She asked us what we were up to, and we gave her some quick response, but she lingered. I'm 100% positive she knew we were on something. It was just strange.
Well, H made a dumb, random comment, saying "how come F's eyes are always dilated, like no matter what? Its like he's on drugs or something."
I gave her this look, eyes widened for a sec. The look that says "WTF mom is standing right there, why on earth would you say that?"
Mom leaves, I called a friend and noted how weird a phone call was. The whole concept of it just perplexed me.
At some point the three of us eventually found ourselves in the living room. Out of nowhere H slaps me in the face, hard (long story short, its this stupid thing she does to ppl when drunk, thinks its funny). I was furious seriously, I was seconds away from beating the shit out of her. Luckily F helped calm me down. Not like I'd never done anything fucked up to someone when they were high before. But the anger was out of control, and amplified x10 on Dex.
Some time shortly after this, we step outside and as I'm walking thru the house I notice my shadow does this strange thing where it just looks enormous. I am GONE. I remember sitting in the backyard and once again entering the zone where I feel dreamy and engrossed, almost distant.
I am not here.
Having a convo with F about lucid dreaming, everything was going well until he said something about lucid dreaming being bullshit. This was a show stopper for me. I could not grasp the concept that someone was discussing something with me one minute and disagreeing with me the next. I didn't really do anything, but I was in a state of utter disbelief over this for a while.
T + 7:00 PM the syrup is still kicking my ass. For about 10 minutes during this last half hour, I genuinely believed I was dreaming. There were now several drinking glasses partially filled with water - as I was continually bringing them back and forth from the kitchen - all over H's room. I'd been drinking water again and trying to get H to eat something (she hadn't eaten anything since the day before, at lunch. I warned her about this).
We're now in F's room, watching the TV in there. A commercial with Britney Spears comes on. I find myself staring at the screen, but only because it seems so distant. I notice at this point that music is beggining to sound distorted, metallic and weird and that I can't see the television as well as I normally can. Vision won't focus.
H is having a bad trip, she's been confused and rambling, calling her friends on her cellphone and telling them there is a monkey on her back. At some point she says to me "how can you do this all the time, I don't like it". I gave some brief reply but truth be told this line of questioning opened up a whole train of thought in my head.
At some point, I puke from all the water in my stomach.
After this F and I go into the compter room, and he proceeds to show me some video clips from martial arts trickz websites, such as bilang.com
As I watch these guys do all these crazy tricks, F mentions something about me losing weight so I can do stuff like that.
Side note: I was fat back then, and my sister was skinny. Now, its the other way around. I tried to warn her against taking DXM on an empty stomach, as little as she weighs.
Anyhow, I had expressed my desire to get back into shape and the Jackie Chan flick Drunken Master was my favorite for a while, and all I could do were front bumps. All this generated an impulse to get on the "right path". I vowed to myself that I would lose weight, get back into martial arts, and learn how to do all those crazy moves.
Standing there that very moment, I was DETERMINED. This school of thought brought about all these memories of myself in school and my childhood. Once again I felt my anger rising, which heightened at the mere thought of my father. I wished I was in Houston so I could go to his house and beat the shit out of him right then. Obviously there are reasons for this, mostly him being an abusive asshole to all of us.
T + 7:45 PM everyday concepts are now completely alien, feelings and emotions are far more profound and I find myself opening up. At some point I hugged both H and F. H embraced it, though she felt "not there" and F tryed to resist. "We're family", I insisted.
T + 8:00 PM I head to the kitchen and attempt to make a sandwich. Decide to toast the bread. Bad idea. lol idk why, but I ended up only toasting two slices, throwing some ham and turkey (and I think mayo) on and only one slice on each sandwich was toasted. I simply couldn't work a toaster oven, or make a simple sandwich. I was truely confused. This made me laugh, but I took one to H's room, she refused to eat. I took a bite of mine, and the sensation of chewing was WEEIIIIRD! It felt like I was choking on many tiny pieces of I don't know what. After another half-assed bite I gave up, and it ended up sitting there.
T + 9:00 PM still trippin hard, watching the clock and man is it going slow.
T + 10:00 PM I'm barely starting to come down a little bit. You wanna talk about long-lasting? Ha! F gave me a swift (but not hard) kick to lower leg, and asked me if I felt it. I felt something, but it wasn't pain. It was strange, as I'm still pretty numbed up. When I throw some water on my face repeatedly in the bathroom sink, I am unable to feel it. Standing in front of the mirror, door closed, I stare at my reflection for a little while. Somewhere in my memory bank there is a recollection of thoughts. Something wants to be known.
What is this but my reflection. Who am I to judge or strike you down?
I realize that I have never been content with myself, and recall several images from my adolescence and infancy. I make a show of washing my hands again, even though nobody is in there with me. I splash more water on my face.
So many momories to hide, very little to commemorate. Some short time later I have an "ah-ha" experience, and draw a few conclusions about my life and why things are the way they are.
T + 11:30 PM A nonplussed H is laying in her bed, lights out and with her cellphone lieing on the floor, upside-down, open and still on. I walk in, turn on the lights and ask her if she's going to sleep or what.
"I'm going to die now. Thank you for the support through this, and tell F I said thanks. He was a very helpful bug."
"hahaha, you're not dieing", I assure her.
She didn't seem scared about it or anything. In her mind, she was undoubtedly facing her demise. I gave her some speech but I don't think she was paying attention, so I left her room.
T + 11:45 PM F and I walk to a nearby convenience store. We cut through some grassy field. He tries to mess with me about rattle snakes, but I'm not even that fucked up anymore so it doesn't freak me out or anything. I have to focus to make sure I give the clerk the right amount of cash and everything. I don't remember my purchase. I do know that I was going to get a tall can of something, but decided against it.
T + 12:30 AM Well, I'm pretty much sober now. F and I watched a movie and then I went straight to sleep. I didn't have any trouble at all, but I did have some vivid dreams.
..................
Like I said, this was one of the last times I did this. After this day, I didn't so any DXM for over two years.
