JasperTheReckless
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I have more experience with DXM and Diphenhydramine than I do any other substances, point blank; even more than MJ or shit, even cigarettes, lol. I figured I was in for a regular ass trip last week, but I was surprised, in the best way. This was, perhaps, my favorite experience regarding either, I've ever had.
The night started out on a sad note, I generally gravitate to DXM when I am down, as it helps slow my mind and allows me to relax, in a sense. I stumbled upon the later part, purely by accident, or should I say, as a result of lowered inhibitions, mixed with an itch to let loose. I walked to the store and went about my usual buisness, making my way back home with the spoils: two 5oz bottles of Delsym (~850mg dxm each) and a bottle of store brand Diphenhydramine allergy tablets (25mg each, 100ct bottle). I knew what to expect (for the most part as I'll get to).
I got home, had a bit to eat, a pear, some strawberries, a lemon (I blame the damn lemon![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
) and a kiwi or two, followed by my now mandatory pre-trip hydration, a fat glass of water, and a tall glass of OJ. Stomach was still fairly empty, but I felt alot better, as I hadn't been eating much the few days prior.
I go downstairs, break the seal on Mr. Grape Delsym #1, and proceed to head outside, to enjoy a little evening stroll as I gulp down the horrible grape syrup. It is now 8pm. I've had practice, and don't choke up, save for once, as I sneezed mid sip
. I round the block, head back to my room, and turn on my favorite game, Dark Souls, and played around, til my coordination decided it was tired, and checked out for the night. I settled back on the couch, turned on a movie as background noise, and called my friend, to chat a bit, and keep my mood up, in preparation for the real heavy hitter, Diphenhydramine. I hadn't planned to add it tonight, but I talked myself into doing it, with that sneaky sneaky addict voice. I responsibly (am I allowed to use that word?) counted out a slightly lower dose than I normally would, as DXM and DPH tend to get friendly with each other. I ingested 12 pills, bringing my dose to 850mg dxm, and 300mg Diphen.
As I lay and talk to my friend, I take mental notes of what I am feeling; I love to dose, and simply sit, and internally observe what is happening, I imagine myself floating along, bouncing around my veins and arteries with bloodcells, and looking for those first few molecules of the drug. I am now at a solid second plateau, i'd call it second and a half. Strong body high, more DXO like than DXM, as it's a slow stoney feeling, not a bright euphoric buzz. I begin to wonder if I should have dosed in increments...
At some point, I notice, my DXM body load has diminished; I am still quite high, not even close to coming down, but in a different way. I have learned over the past year, that DPH will be sneaky, and make me think i'm sober, right before it curbstomps my brain. I am on high alert, I am now in defense mode, as I neglected to consider a Vyvanse to combat the risk of blackout. It's too late to add one now, it would be lost in the maelstrom of chemicals swirling through me already.
I get a bit frisky on the phone with my friend, good ol' lowered inhibitions; we talk for a bit, then I bid him farewell, as it is getting late, perhaps 2am now. I close my eyes; however, I didn't notice at first. My vision turns a hazy, dark orange yellow, I see a man standing, I wonder what the hell... I raise my hand to wave at him, get his attention, to my surprise so does he. He is me. I am him. Whoa, mind blown, was not expecting this in the least. This is vivid, as in, I couldn't believe myself, that my eyes were closed, until I reached my hand to my face and touched my eyelids. Things started to pick up from here, as I have been trying to achieve something like this since I first found out what hallucinations were. I watched me feel my eyelids, still in a bit of shock. Then, another twist. Phantom me runs towards me, jumps, and disappears. Now I am in a different place, I am sitting on the couch. I fall for it this time, and believe my eyes are once again open. I get up, test my coordination, and feel fucking odd I shake it off, as I need a breath of fresh air, this has gotten my heart pumping, I am excited now. I go upstairs in a daze, and head out the back porch; I find myself thinking about my crush, and wondering what he was doing right now. I look down to my hand to see if I remembered my phone, and was shocked to see carpet on the floor, familiar carpet, the carpet of my friends front room. I am caught way off gaurd, and take in a sharp breath, and even more shocking, I find I have fallen off of my couch, onto the floor, and and staring at my ceiling. This has gotten real deep, real fast. I have never had such a vivid out of body experience before, nowhere close.
My heart is speeding now, I am exhilarated. I feel as if I could explode, I have found the high I have been searching for for years, in the last place I would have expected.
I go upstairs, this time for real. I shakily fetch a glass of water, and use the bathroom, and head back to my room, and prepare to try again. I settle on the couch, close my eyes, take a deep breath and wait, one minute, two, here comes the hazy dark orange fuzz in my vision, the familiar pull. I decide to flex my drug muscles, and see what I can do. It's disorienting at first, as I find I have to use my mind, not my muscles to move about. I picture a place I've been before, somewhere familiar, and hold it firmly in my mind's eye; sure enough, I find things shifting about, melting swirling, then re-assembling, to form that place. It's a strange world, I am alone here, I hear the TV still running in the background, but it is quiet here. I try to picture a familiar, face, the first one that comes to mind is my best friend; I try to picture him standing here with me, but instead am hit, seemingly by an invisible train, of memories, a swirl of facial expressions; him smiling, a worried expression here, a nervous first day of school face there. I open my eyes, feeling near tears, as I felt like I had just relived the past 6 years at light speed, ever good moment, ever sad moment.
I feel exhausted now, I lay back on the couch, and easily fall into a deep sleep, riddled with memories, some good, some hard to watch, but oddly, none troubled me. I felt like I had answered a question in my life, a question too complex to put in words, answered in a way equally complex. I slept well, I slept deeper than I have in years. I awoke a few hours later, seemingly stone sober. Stupid Diphenhydramine. Play nice...
I had planned to save the other 5oz bottle for another day, but seeing as it was still quite early, and I was apparently back to baseline, I chugged it down, and eagerly chased it with 400mg of Diph. I blacked out a half hour later, and had several conversations on Facebook with people, that I cannot recall whatsoever. All were coherent, though I can't recall any bit of it. I came down a bit I guess, and got some old style Diphenhydramine visuals, rolling smoke, glitching objects, and a tad bit of paranoia; this began to stress me out so I went back to sleep, and awoke, high as all fuck, around noon. But I was back in familiar territory, I was simply lolling about in the grasp of DXM, some slurry words mixed with clipped speech, but few visuals from here on out; I didn't fall back to baseline until a few hours ago, and if I didn't specify, this trip was last thursday. I had speech trouble when I got excited, as in, i'd stumble over words and muddle them into gibberish, until I gathered myself, and started over; all the way into saturday evening.
Notes: I saw my friend yesterday, and almost involuntarily broke into tears, recalling the images from the trip; I am in a quiet contemplative mood, I think it may last me a few days judging from prior experiences.
I will post a bit more later today, typing this up has taken alot out of me
This trip is in my top five favorites, for damn sure. It has that air of "I just tried something new" about it, and I am content to reflect on it for a while more, before trying it again. I don't want to lose the magic, ya know? G'nite BL, hope you enjoyed this report
The night started out on a sad note, I generally gravitate to DXM when I am down, as it helps slow my mind and allows me to relax, in a sense. I stumbled upon the later part, purely by accident, or should I say, as a result of lowered inhibitions, mixed with an itch to let loose. I walked to the store and went about my usual buisness, making my way back home with the spoils: two 5oz bottles of Delsym (~850mg dxm each) and a bottle of store brand Diphenhydramine allergy tablets (25mg each, 100ct bottle). I knew what to expect (for the most part as I'll get to).
I got home, had a bit to eat, a pear, some strawberries, a lemon (I blame the damn lemon
) and a kiwi or two, followed by my now mandatory pre-trip hydration, a fat glass of water, and a tall glass of OJ. Stomach was still fairly empty, but I felt alot better, as I hadn't been eating much the few days prior. I go downstairs, break the seal on Mr. Grape Delsym #1, and proceed to head outside, to enjoy a little evening stroll as I gulp down the horrible grape syrup. It is now 8pm. I've had practice, and don't choke up, save for once, as I sneezed mid sip
. I round the block, head back to my room, and turn on my favorite game, Dark Souls, and played around, til my coordination decided it was tired, and checked out for the night. I settled back on the couch, turned on a movie as background noise, and called my friend, to chat a bit, and keep my mood up, in preparation for the real heavy hitter, Diphenhydramine. I hadn't planned to add it tonight, but I talked myself into doing it, with that sneaky sneaky addict voice. I responsibly (am I allowed to use that word?) counted out a slightly lower dose than I normally would, as DXM and DPH tend to get friendly with each other. I ingested 12 pills, bringing my dose to 850mg dxm, and 300mg Diphen.As I lay and talk to my friend, I take mental notes of what I am feeling; I love to dose, and simply sit, and internally observe what is happening, I imagine myself floating along, bouncing around my veins and arteries with bloodcells, and looking for those first few molecules of the drug. I am now at a solid second plateau, i'd call it second and a half. Strong body high, more DXO like than DXM, as it's a slow stoney feeling, not a bright euphoric buzz. I begin to wonder if I should have dosed in increments...
At some point, I notice, my DXM body load has diminished; I am still quite high, not even close to coming down, but in a different way. I have learned over the past year, that DPH will be sneaky, and make me think i'm sober, right before it curbstomps my brain. I am on high alert, I am now in defense mode, as I neglected to consider a Vyvanse to combat the risk of blackout. It's too late to add one now, it would be lost in the maelstrom of chemicals swirling through me already.
I get a bit frisky on the phone with my friend, good ol' lowered inhibitions; we talk for a bit, then I bid him farewell, as it is getting late, perhaps 2am now. I close my eyes; however, I didn't notice at first. My vision turns a hazy, dark orange yellow, I see a man standing, I wonder what the hell... I raise my hand to wave at him, get his attention, to my surprise so does he. He is me. I am him. Whoa, mind blown, was not expecting this in the least. This is vivid, as in, I couldn't believe myself, that my eyes were closed, until I reached my hand to my face and touched my eyelids. Things started to pick up from here, as I have been trying to achieve something like this since I first found out what hallucinations were. I watched me feel my eyelids, still in a bit of shock. Then, another twist. Phantom me runs towards me, jumps, and disappears. Now I am in a different place, I am sitting on the couch. I fall for it this time, and believe my eyes are once again open. I get up, test my coordination, and feel fucking odd I shake it off, as I need a breath of fresh air, this has gotten my heart pumping, I am excited now. I go upstairs in a daze, and head out the back porch; I find myself thinking about my crush, and wondering what he was doing right now. I look down to my hand to see if I remembered my phone, and was shocked to see carpet on the floor, familiar carpet, the carpet of my friends front room. I am caught way off gaurd, and take in a sharp breath, and even more shocking, I find I have fallen off of my couch, onto the floor, and and staring at my ceiling. This has gotten real deep, real fast. I have never had such a vivid out of body experience before, nowhere close.
My heart is speeding now, I am exhilarated. I feel as if I could explode, I have found the high I have been searching for for years, in the last place I would have expected.
I go upstairs, this time for real. I shakily fetch a glass of water, and use the bathroom, and head back to my room, and prepare to try again. I settle on the couch, close my eyes, take a deep breath and wait, one minute, two, here comes the hazy dark orange fuzz in my vision, the familiar pull. I decide to flex my drug muscles, and see what I can do. It's disorienting at first, as I find I have to use my mind, not my muscles to move about. I picture a place I've been before, somewhere familiar, and hold it firmly in my mind's eye; sure enough, I find things shifting about, melting swirling, then re-assembling, to form that place. It's a strange world, I am alone here, I hear the TV still running in the background, but it is quiet here. I try to picture a familiar, face, the first one that comes to mind is my best friend; I try to picture him standing here with me, but instead am hit, seemingly by an invisible train, of memories, a swirl of facial expressions; him smiling, a worried expression here, a nervous first day of school face there. I open my eyes, feeling near tears, as I felt like I had just relived the past 6 years at light speed, ever good moment, ever sad moment.
I feel exhausted now, I lay back on the couch, and easily fall into a deep sleep, riddled with memories, some good, some hard to watch, but oddly, none troubled me. I felt like I had answered a question in my life, a question too complex to put in words, answered in a way equally complex. I slept well, I slept deeper than I have in years. I awoke a few hours later, seemingly stone sober. Stupid Diphenhydramine. Play nice...
I had planned to save the other 5oz bottle for another day, but seeing as it was still quite early, and I was apparently back to baseline, I chugged it down, and eagerly chased it with 400mg of Diph. I blacked out a half hour later, and had several conversations on Facebook with people, that I cannot recall whatsoever. All were coherent, though I can't recall any bit of it. I came down a bit I guess, and got some old style Diphenhydramine visuals, rolling smoke, glitching objects, and a tad bit of paranoia; this began to stress me out so I went back to sleep, and awoke, high as all fuck, around noon. But I was back in familiar territory, I was simply lolling about in the grasp of DXM, some slurry words mixed with clipped speech, but few visuals from here on out; I didn't fall back to baseline until a few hours ago, and if I didn't specify, this trip was last thursday. I had speech trouble when I got excited, as in, i'd stumble over words and muddle them into gibberish, until I gathered myself, and started over; all the way into saturday evening.
Notes: I saw my friend yesterday, and almost involuntarily broke into tears, recalling the images from the trip; I am in a quiet contemplative mood, I think it may last me a few days judging from prior experiences.
I will post a bit more later today, typing this up has taken alot out of me
This trip is in my top five favorites, for damn sure. It has that air of "I just tried something new" about it, and I am content to reflect on it for a while more, before trying it again. I don't want to lose the magic, ya know? G'nite BL, hope you enjoyed this report
