bluedolphin
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My relationship with DXM has changed dramatically since I first tried it about two years ago. At first, I used it as an interesting and more intense alternative to cannabis. But it wasn't long before I discovered that DXM was really a powerful dissociative/psychedelic, and there was a time when I drank cough syrup every other weekend with the hope of spending some quality OBE time. During that period I had several friends who also liked DXM, so we would trip together in a dorm room. However, I soon discovered mdma, shrooms, LSA, and LSD. For some reason I thought of these drugs as "superior", so my DXM use was limited to times when I couldn't get anything else, or maybe on the occasional whim. But about four months ago I had my first cannabis panic attack while peaking on DXM. I thought I would die for about 2 hours, and it scared the shit out of me. Since then I have not looked upon DXM as recreational, but as a more serious tool.
A few weeks ago I took DXM with my buddy Trees and we both had a great experience. While peaking he played drums and I played guitar, and we busted out one of the sickest jams ever. Seriously, I wish we had recorded that. I always though the DXM hightened the powers of the mind both logically and creatively, but I never thought it could go so far as to temporarily make me a true guitar guru.
Well last night I was feeling particularly antisocial due to some complex events that have been going on in my life. Since DXM is a drug that is experienced mainly internally, and is an *excellent* meditative tool, I have become fond of taking it alone. So I rode my bike up to our local megastore and grab a 4oz bottle of RoboMax Cough. This is 354mg of DXM, and I've found this amount to be all I need to usually at least touch in on low 3rd plateau (especially if I have some good herb to go with it). The girl at the register isn't much older than me, and she gives me a smiling saying "Have a fun night!"... of course the whole time I'm at the register I'm pretending to have the sniffles and a congested throat. I guess I didn't fool her!
So I drink it down in two gulps around 9:00pm and watch an episode of The Family Guy. I also eat 500mg of magnesium, because earlier that night I read on the Dextroverse that it could potentiate the effects of DXM. Then for the next hour and a half I watch some of Rushmore, but then get distracted by some stuff going on in another drug-related message board site.
By 11:00 I'm still not feeling that much from the DXM, except maybe a slightly altered through process and a buzz. "Good", I think... the best DXM trips always take a while to develop. I always prefer a nice smooth takeoff. So I lay down on my bed and practice some meditation. While I'm doing this I can feel the DXM take hold very slowly and gradually. I can feel my body being "pulled" to one side, likewise my brain feels like it is being held on to by a large hand. CEV's start to manifest themselves in the form of fuzzy photos and animations that aren't yet making much sense.
11:30 comes and its time to smoke a bowl. I know from experience that smoking a bowl right now will kick me up a solid notch. So I spark it up, smoke it, and turn off the lights in my room. I turn on a black light and play Sound Tribe Sector 9 on my computer. Then I lay down on my bed.
At this point I was dropped off into the most intense and amazing dissociative/psychedelic experience I've had. I lost all track of time. I actually asked myself "What time is it?" and I couldn't even guess because the concept of time made no sense to me. I could, however, tell that I hadn't fully reached my peak yet.
I continued my meditation, and as I was drifting through imaginary space I suddenly heard a *pop*. I opened my eyes and in front of me was a beach, above me were bright blue skies, to one side was a palm tree, and to the other side was a girl in a beach chair. This was all quite clear in my vision, except everything seemed like it was made out of clay, like in a Wallace and Grommit movie or something. Even though my eyes were wide open, the actually appearance of my room had been rendered completely irrelevant. Since I was having very little mental confusion, and instead was feeling a LOT of contentment and acceptance, I enjoyed my 5-minute vacation at a Hawaiian beach. There is something about the DXM-space that makes me feel like I am "home". And that is the primary reason why I intentionally do not use DXM very often.
Every note of the music was connected with my thought and visualization, and every song provided a new theme.
The beach had dissapeared, as once again I was able to make out the rough boudaries of my room, even though they were melting, dripping, and sliding. I closed my eyes and noticed that the CEV's could also easily be produced with my eyes open, and with no effort at all they could become my entire vision. Around this point I noticed something glowing at the foot of my bed, and coming closer very slowly. Soon I could make out a human-like figure, made of electric currents and fiber-optic-like pulses for arteries and viens.
It was Jesus. And this was the second time that Jesus had come to me in DXM-space. During my DXM-weed panic attack from hell 4 months ago, I spent about 15 minutes conversing with Jesus, asking him to spare my life. Since I thought I was going to die, I thought Jesus had spared my life. Normally I am not religious, but in DXM-space I am a believer in the power of Christ.
As the electric Jesus continued to come closer and closer I noticed that he was rediculously huge, until he finally came to a stop standing right above me. This electic-pulsing-current Jesus was miles high and I was amazed at all the energy flowing through him as I was wholly consumed by this vision. Soon Jesus flew up into space, and I slowly followed him (at this point my body was basically irrelevant)... I found myself in a space-grid and saw a reflective door in space. I drifted closer to it and realized it was in fact the Hubble Telescope. I can't really explain what it was like because of the complexity, but it was basically some kind of rotating telescope/door in space. I have no idea what it meant, and I wondered where Jesus had gone.
There were several other visions and out of body experiences that night, but as always I am only able to remember a few of them.
The comedown was spent listening to Brian Eno's "Music for Airports" as I watched the bizzare photorealistic scenarios play out behind my eyelids.
This is my best DXM trip to date. It offered a level of intensity and comfort that can't be easily acheived with many drugs. There was no point during the trip when I thought that it wasn't 100% pleasant, and I had no negative side effects except for feeling a little warm (so I turned on the fan in my room, problem solved) and a little bit of stomach churning (though no nausea or discomfort).
DXM is the most underrated drug there is. What I experienced last night was absolutely mind blowing.
A few weeks ago I took DXM with my buddy Trees and we both had a great experience. While peaking he played drums and I played guitar, and we busted out one of the sickest jams ever. Seriously, I wish we had recorded that. I always though the DXM hightened the powers of the mind both logically and creatively, but I never thought it could go so far as to temporarily make me a true guitar guru.
Well last night I was feeling particularly antisocial due to some complex events that have been going on in my life. Since DXM is a drug that is experienced mainly internally, and is an *excellent* meditative tool, I have become fond of taking it alone. So I rode my bike up to our local megastore and grab a 4oz bottle of RoboMax Cough. This is 354mg of DXM, and I've found this amount to be all I need to usually at least touch in on low 3rd plateau (especially if I have some good herb to go with it). The girl at the register isn't much older than me, and she gives me a smiling saying "Have a fun night!"... of course the whole time I'm at the register I'm pretending to have the sniffles and a congested throat. I guess I didn't fool her!
So I drink it down in two gulps around 9:00pm and watch an episode of The Family Guy. I also eat 500mg of magnesium, because earlier that night I read on the Dextroverse that it could potentiate the effects of DXM. Then for the next hour and a half I watch some of Rushmore, but then get distracted by some stuff going on in another drug-related message board site.
By 11:00 I'm still not feeling that much from the DXM, except maybe a slightly altered through process and a buzz. "Good", I think... the best DXM trips always take a while to develop. I always prefer a nice smooth takeoff. So I lay down on my bed and practice some meditation. While I'm doing this I can feel the DXM take hold very slowly and gradually. I can feel my body being "pulled" to one side, likewise my brain feels like it is being held on to by a large hand. CEV's start to manifest themselves in the form of fuzzy photos and animations that aren't yet making much sense.
11:30 comes and its time to smoke a bowl. I know from experience that smoking a bowl right now will kick me up a solid notch. So I spark it up, smoke it, and turn off the lights in my room. I turn on a black light and play Sound Tribe Sector 9 on my computer. Then I lay down on my bed.
At this point I was dropped off into the most intense and amazing dissociative/psychedelic experience I've had. I lost all track of time. I actually asked myself "What time is it?" and I couldn't even guess because the concept of time made no sense to me. I could, however, tell that I hadn't fully reached my peak yet.
I continued my meditation, and as I was drifting through imaginary space I suddenly heard a *pop*. I opened my eyes and in front of me was a beach, above me were bright blue skies, to one side was a palm tree, and to the other side was a girl in a beach chair. This was all quite clear in my vision, except everything seemed like it was made out of clay, like in a Wallace and Grommit movie or something. Even though my eyes were wide open, the actually appearance of my room had been rendered completely irrelevant. Since I was having very little mental confusion, and instead was feeling a LOT of contentment and acceptance, I enjoyed my 5-minute vacation at a Hawaiian beach. There is something about the DXM-space that makes me feel like I am "home". And that is the primary reason why I intentionally do not use DXM very often.
Every note of the music was connected with my thought and visualization, and every song provided a new theme.
The beach had dissapeared, as once again I was able to make out the rough boudaries of my room, even though they were melting, dripping, and sliding. I closed my eyes and noticed that the CEV's could also easily be produced with my eyes open, and with no effort at all they could become my entire vision. Around this point I noticed something glowing at the foot of my bed, and coming closer very slowly. Soon I could make out a human-like figure, made of electric currents and fiber-optic-like pulses for arteries and viens.
It was Jesus. And this was the second time that Jesus had come to me in DXM-space. During my DXM-weed panic attack from hell 4 months ago, I spent about 15 minutes conversing with Jesus, asking him to spare my life. Since I thought I was going to die, I thought Jesus had spared my life. Normally I am not religious, but in DXM-space I am a believer in the power of Christ.
As the electric Jesus continued to come closer and closer I noticed that he was rediculously huge, until he finally came to a stop standing right above me. This electic-pulsing-current Jesus was miles high and I was amazed at all the energy flowing through him as I was wholly consumed by this vision. Soon Jesus flew up into space, and I slowly followed him (at this point my body was basically irrelevant)... I found myself in a space-grid and saw a reflective door in space. I drifted closer to it and realized it was in fact the Hubble Telescope. I can't really explain what it was like because of the complexity, but it was basically some kind of rotating telescope/door in space. I have no idea what it meant, and I wondered where Jesus had gone.
There were several other visions and out of body experiences that night, but as always I am only able to remember a few of them.
The comedown was spent listening to Brian Eno's "Music for Airports" as I watched the bizzare photorealistic scenarios play out behind my eyelids.
This is my best DXM trip to date. It offered a level of intensity and comfort that can't be easily acheived with many drugs. There was no point during the trip when I thought that it wasn't 100% pleasant, and I had no negative side effects except for feeling a little warm (so I turned on the fan in my room, problem solved) and a little bit of stomach churning (though no nausea or discomfort).
DXM is the most underrated drug there is. What I experienced last night was absolutely mind blowing.
