It was Easter and my dad had over some family but I don't like them so I walked to my moms apartment because she was away for the weekend. Right when i got up i had 2 beers and a weed cracker (firecracker). On the way to my moms i bought 3 things of grapefruit juice and 300 mg of DXM. I downed 2 of the grapefruit juices and ate another weed cracker on the way there.
When i finally arrived at my moms apartment and i rested for about 20 minutes because it was hard to even walk there i was still drunk from the night before and had those two beers. I took the DXM and the rest of the grapefruit juice. 10 minutes later i decided to eat my last weed cracker, this was a bad decision.
I wasnt looking to trip out of my mind that day, i just wanted a nice clean DXM high but i think those weed crackers had a lot more weed on them then i originally thought. About a half hour after i ate the cracker i smoked a bowl to kill the DXM nausea. This is when i started to trip. I went completely numb a lot quicker then usual and i felt extremely dissociated. I started to get insane closed eyed visuals. I saw a 3D marijuana leaf that looked like it had protroleum jelly on it and was growing black hairs, swaying back and forth
After that i started to get really big out of body experiences and i couldnt even move for about a half hour.
2 hours after i took the DXM i was tripping really hard and was having insane visuals. I was seeing liquid hands coming out my white ceiling. Seinfeld was on and I was so enthralled because their voices sounded tiny and their pitches kept going up and out and it just looked really weird. This was the only enjoyable part of the trip, I can't even remember much of what happened after this point.
So i was tripping really hard and it just kept on getting even more trippy. I have done high doses of bigger drugs IE shrooms and this was a million times crazier. I started to get really sick and the room wouldnt stop spinning. I started puking blood all over my keyboard and monitor. Everything looked really creepy and i was having more visuals then on acid. I got really scared and thought i was going insane and i really thought i was dying because i started hearing voices saying i was going to die.
I collapsed onto my computer chair and was going in and out of consciousness and started puking blood again. I couldnt get to a phone for help because i couldnt control my legs. The only person i could get help from was this girl who was online that i really like and i basically ruined our relationship because she thought i was lying when i said i was dying and i needed her to call somebody to come and help me. Then she said something that i cant remember but it made the trip even worse.
Everything went black and white for about a minute and time completely stopped for what felt like 10 hours. Somehow i managed to get to a phone to call a friend but he didnt answer and i left a frightening message of me crying saying that i was ODing and i needed help. After i puked a million times i still felt really messed up but i managed to pass out like probably 7 hours after i dosed the DXM.
The next morning i woke up to my dad trying to fucking knock down the door of the apartment. He got the people to open the door but there was a lock they couldnt get. They fucking kicked down the door and my dad comes into my room saying my counselor was on the phone and if i didnt talk to her she would call the cops. At this point i want to fucking kill myself, i still felt extremly sick from the night before and i really didn't need this bullshit after having a really really really bad trip.
I told him to get the fuck out of the apartment or i would stab him in the face and then my fucking counselor calls the cops on me.....WTF???? THE LAST THING I NEED IS THE COPS TO SHOW UP AND ARREST ME!!! They came and asked if i took anything but i said no (my pupils were still huge at this point so they could probably tell). So the cops say i have to go see my counselor or they will take me to jail (for what?? I was really scared so i went with my dad to the bitch). I dont even want to talk about the crap my counselor was saying to me and that i had to stay there for like 6 hours. This was the worst day of my life and i am definately never touching DXM again. I have no idea how i got this messed up, i was tripping a million times harder then on a quarter of potent shrooms. My pupils didnt even go back to normal for 2 days.
When i finally arrived at my moms apartment and i rested for about 20 minutes because it was hard to even walk there i was still drunk from the night before and had those two beers. I took the DXM and the rest of the grapefruit juice. 10 minutes later i decided to eat my last weed cracker, this was a bad decision.
I wasnt looking to trip out of my mind that day, i just wanted a nice clean DXM high but i think those weed crackers had a lot more weed on them then i originally thought. About a half hour after i ate the cracker i smoked a bowl to kill the DXM nausea. This is when i started to trip. I went completely numb a lot quicker then usual and i felt extremely dissociated. I started to get insane closed eyed visuals. I saw a 3D marijuana leaf that looked like it had protroleum jelly on it and was growing black hairs, swaying back and forth
After that i started to get really big out of body experiences and i couldnt even move for about a half hour. 2 hours after i took the DXM i was tripping really hard and was having insane visuals. I was seeing liquid hands coming out my white ceiling. Seinfeld was on and I was so enthralled because their voices sounded tiny and their pitches kept going up and out and it just looked really weird. This was the only enjoyable part of the trip, I can't even remember much of what happened after this point.
So i was tripping really hard and it just kept on getting even more trippy. I have done high doses of bigger drugs IE shrooms and this was a million times crazier. I started to get really sick and the room wouldnt stop spinning. I started puking blood all over my keyboard and monitor. Everything looked really creepy and i was having more visuals then on acid. I got really scared and thought i was going insane and i really thought i was dying because i started hearing voices saying i was going to die.
I collapsed onto my computer chair and was going in and out of consciousness and started puking blood again. I couldnt get to a phone for help because i couldnt control my legs. The only person i could get help from was this girl who was online that i really like and i basically ruined our relationship because she thought i was lying when i said i was dying and i needed her to call somebody to come and help me. Then she said something that i cant remember but it made the trip even worse.
Everything went black and white for about a minute and time completely stopped for what felt like 10 hours. Somehow i managed to get to a phone to call a friend but he didnt answer and i left a frightening message of me crying saying that i was ODing and i needed help. After i puked a million times i still felt really messed up but i managed to pass out like probably 7 hours after i dosed the DXM.
The next morning i woke up to my dad trying to fucking knock down the door of the apartment. He got the people to open the door but there was a lock they couldnt get. They fucking kicked down the door and my dad comes into my room saying my counselor was on the phone and if i didnt talk to her she would call the cops. At this point i want to fucking kill myself, i still felt extremly sick from the night before and i really didn't need this bullshit after having a really really really bad trip.
I told him to get the fuck out of the apartment or i would stab him in the face and then my fucking counselor calls the cops on me.....WTF???? THE LAST THING I NEED IS THE COPS TO SHOW UP AND ARREST ME!!! They came and asked if i took anything but i said no (my pupils were still huge at this point so they could probably tell). So the cops say i have to go see my counselor or they will take me to jail (for what?? I was really scared so i went with my dad to the bitch). I dont even want to talk about the crap my counselor was saying to me and that i had to stay there for like 6 hours. This was the worst day of my life and i am definately never touching DXM again. I have no idea how i got this messed up, i was tripping a million times harder then on a quarter of potent shrooms. My pupils didnt even go back to normal for 2 days.
