Wavy_Popcorn
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It was a slow, Saturday morning and my Vicodin stash was all but a distant memory. I wanted to get high, but not have to go to the sketchy part of town and pay $20 to do so. I began to rummage though my cabinets looking for something to use, and eventually stumbled upon an old bottle of tussin. I had heard of tripping on cough syrup before, and had experience with codeine syrup, but never dxm. I looked up what it was like and got some pretty encouraging results, so I decided to try around 400mg witch should have thrown me into the second plateau given my weight
( I am rather heavy). I downed what I had measured out to be around 400mg, wich is about half the bottle, and sat down to wait for the effect to kick in. About 20 minutes later I felt like I was somewhat intoxicated, similar to what a handful of shots would do, it felt pretty good. I thought that was the peak, and decided to take another 400mg ( bad idea. ) Around 40 minutes in I felt as if I was flat out wasted as well as a decent euphoria. I also felt an intense urge to dance. I put on some tunes ( music sounded great ) and danced around for about an hour having a great time
( my friend said I called him around this time and i wanted him to sing David Bowie with me ).
Now things become a little more interesting. At this point I'm tired of dancing and decide to sit down and just enjoy the experience. As I sit, I begin to focus really hard on the ceiling, and stare at the ceiling fan, fascinated by it. My mind looses track of everything, all thought and cognitive function stop as my eyes are glued to the fan. I literally could not think. I'm not sure how long this went on but it felt like about 5 minutes. All of the sudden I have a brief moment of clarity and look away and try to maintain my train of thought. The fan catches my attention again and all thought slips away as it did before. This happens for the next hour or so as I fade in and out of a state of thought, intraced by the fan. I finally snap back into reality just long enough to pull myself out of the chair and into the kitchen where I proceed to drink an entire gallon of milk to replace the ocean of sweat that is covering me. I could hardly walk and was very stumbly, as well as having horrible double vision. I felt a sense of dysphoria like I was depressed as well as feeling like I was In pain, but not in a particular area. My stomach felt awful and I could not think clearly what so ever. At that point I decided I didn't like it any more and wanted out. I stumbled to the shower and flipped the knob to cold. I stood under the water for a good while, with my thought fading in and out. When I got out of the shower I felt even worse, my mind was numb to a point where the concept of thought and reason were unheard of, and my body just controlled itself, as I simply watched through my own eyes. I stumbled around with no control of my actions, talking to lamps and other things. ( this part scares me in retrospect) I opened up my closet for some reason and grabbed the .12ga shot gun I have for home defense, and begin to dance around, twirling it and spinning it. I have the wierdest urge to taste it. As I'm licking a loaded shot gun, I realize that I have forgotten to put on any clothes when I got out of the shower. I stumble into my room, shot gun in hand, and reach into my dresser and grab a handful of underwear. I just forget why I'm there and start walking around with the underwear. It's then, in the back of my mind I ask just wtf I'm doing. I still have no control over myself and continue parading around with the underwear, as at this point I could not put them down because I was convinced the underwear were protecting me. I think as hard as my blurry mind would let me, I try to think of a way out. In a confused daze I grab the epi pen from my cabinet and stare at it for the longest time, mystified by it, like I had never seen one before in my life. I sat down, put it against my leg and jammed it in. I felt a sudden burst of energy and felt extremely panicked I started breathing heavily and frantically looking around. All of the sudden I felt intense nausea and proceeded to throw up for the next 10 minutes. As the panick wore off I could feel my mind coming back to me. I had control of myself again. I looked around, and was horrified of what I had just done, I wondered if I should go to the hospital. I just layed back down on the floor and didn't get up for about an hour. When I finally got up, it felt like the worst hand over I had ever experienced times 10. I walked through my house to find my shot gun on my bedroom floor, about half a gallon of milk covering the kitchen floor, and a pair of underwear in just bout every room. That was absolutely the wort trip of my entire life and I will never touch dxm again, considering how badly it could have ended. The moral of the story, spend the extra $20 and just go to the sketchy part of town.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_dxm
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_oral
( I am rather heavy). I downed what I had measured out to be around 400mg, wich is about half the bottle, and sat down to wait for the effect to kick in. About 20 minutes later I felt like I was somewhat intoxicated, similar to what a handful of shots would do, it felt pretty good. I thought that was the peak, and decided to take another 400mg ( bad idea. ) Around 40 minutes in I felt as if I was flat out wasted as well as a decent euphoria. I also felt an intense urge to dance. I put on some tunes ( music sounded great ) and danced around for about an hour having a great time
( my friend said I called him around this time and i wanted him to sing David Bowie with me ).
Now things become a little more interesting. At this point I'm tired of dancing and decide to sit down and just enjoy the experience. As I sit, I begin to focus really hard on the ceiling, and stare at the ceiling fan, fascinated by it. My mind looses track of everything, all thought and cognitive function stop as my eyes are glued to the fan. I literally could not think. I'm not sure how long this went on but it felt like about 5 minutes. All of the sudden I have a brief moment of clarity and look away and try to maintain my train of thought. The fan catches my attention again and all thought slips away as it did before. This happens for the next hour or so as I fade in and out of a state of thought, intraced by the fan. I finally snap back into reality just long enough to pull myself out of the chair and into the kitchen where I proceed to drink an entire gallon of milk to replace the ocean of sweat that is covering me. I could hardly walk and was very stumbly, as well as having horrible double vision. I felt a sense of dysphoria like I was depressed as well as feeling like I was In pain, but not in a particular area. My stomach felt awful and I could not think clearly what so ever. At that point I decided I didn't like it any more and wanted out. I stumbled to the shower and flipped the knob to cold. I stood under the water for a good while, with my thought fading in and out. When I got out of the shower I felt even worse, my mind was numb to a point where the concept of thought and reason were unheard of, and my body just controlled itself, as I simply watched through my own eyes. I stumbled around with no control of my actions, talking to lamps and other things. ( this part scares me in retrospect) I opened up my closet for some reason and grabbed the .12ga shot gun I have for home defense, and begin to dance around, twirling it and spinning it. I have the wierdest urge to taste it. As I'm licking a loaded shot gun, I realize that I have forgotten to put on any clothes when I got out of the shower. I stumble into my room, shot gun in hand, and reach into my dresser and grab a handful of underwear. I just forget why I'm there and start walking around with the underwear. It's then, in the back of my mind I ask just wtf I'm doing. I still have no control over myself and continue parading around with the underwear, as at this point I could not put them down because I was convinced the underwear were protecting me. I think as hard as my blurry mind would let me, I try to think of a way out. In a confused daze I grab the epi pen from my cabinet and stare at it for the longest time, mystified by it, like I had never seen one before in my life. I sat down, put it against my leg and jammed it in. I felt a sudden burst of energy and felt extremely panicked I started breathing heavily and frantically looking around. All of the sudden I felt intense nausea and proceeded to throw up for the next 10 minutes. As the panick wore off I could feel my mind coming back to me. I had control of myself again. I looked around, and was horrified of what I had just done, I wondered if I should go to the hospital. I just layed back down on the floor and didn't get up for about an hour. When I finally got up, it felt like the worst hand over I had ever experienced times 10. I walked through my house to find my shot gun on my bedroom floor, about half a gallon of milk covering the kitchen floor, and a pair of underwear in just bout every room. That was absolutely the wort trip of my entire life and I will never touch dxm again, considering how badly it could have ended. The moral of the story, spend the extra $20 and just go to the sketchy part of town.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_dxm
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_oral
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