provac
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After school on friday, a couple of my friends and I headed down to the mall. On the way down, we picked up a quarter of weed; the plan was to drink some cough syrup and smoke a little weed.
The last time I tried DXM, I took approximately 500mgs over a period of 2 or 3 hours. The effects took quite a while to kick in, and when they finally did, they were not very intense but very enjoyable. (I'd describe it as being drunk without all the negative side effects.) The last time I took "Benylin Dry Cough."
This time, as I was browsing the Cough Syrup section of the pharmacy, I noticed that there was a bottle containing 250mLs for 6.99 compared to the Benylin Dry Cough which was 100mLs for 5.99. Deciding I wanted more bang for my buck and thinking that I could handle the 750mgs of DXM, I bought the bottle of no-name cough syrup and proceeded to drink it. I drank the entire contents of the bottle at 5pm.
We cantered over to a nearby school where my friends who hadn't taken any DXM (2 of my friends had taken half my dosage and the other 4 were just planning on smoking weed) started to smoke their marijuana. At this point it was 6 35pm, and I was definitely feeling strong effects. Being the fool I am though, I decided I was probably at my peak and could handle stronger effects. So I took 3 or 4 hits from a compression bong and got a lot higher. I left my 4 friends who weren't on DXM at this point, as they were just rolling their joints and it was a little boring. My fellow DXMers and I ambled over to a playground.
At this point I would say I was at the 2nd plateau, maybe working my way up to the 3rd. I had trouble speaking - I had to concentrate and sound out my words. My face had a strange look to it (my friends say) and I had trouble controlling the muscles in my face. I often found myself using strange facial expressions. I still felt relatively good though, albeit overwhelmed. I found myself sitting on the gravel beside a swingset, looking at the clouds. Time was passing very, very, very slowly at this point.
Finally, my friends with weed finished rolling their joints (of which there were 14) and joined us at the playground to smoke their pot. I had managed to drag myself up to an elevated part of the playing-equiptment, about 4 or 5 feet off the ground; my friends were all sitting around me smoking joints. At this point I made a very stupid decision and asked for a couple hits.
The weed I had smoked in the compression bong prior to the point had been very low quality weed. This stuff my friends had just purchased, however, was up to par.
I took about 3 or 4 hits off different joints. I felt myself getting higher and higher, and told this to my friends. What happened next was one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened to me. As it was happening I felt a strange dejavu... it reminded me of the first time I was high off weed. I started to feel as though I was out of my mind... like my mind was completely disconnected from my body. I felt like I wasn't even part of this world anymore. Whether this would be called an "out of body" experience or not, I don't know.
Time froze at that point, and I remember seeing a fuzzy white line slowly expanding and darting back and forth. I managed to muster the last connection I had with my body and uttered the stereotypical words "I had too much." Then I fell off the platform. I fell in slow motion and the fuzzy white line continued to expand and fill my vision. I think I lost consciousness before I hit the ground, because I can't remember hitting the ground.
My friends tell me that I said "Just let me lie here for a while," and that seems vaguely familiar. As I was lying on the ground, a truck pulled into the school parking lot and two school district security guards stepped out. My friends all ran away yelling "come on!", as I was still lying on the ground. I guess they didn't understand that it was very, very hard for me to move.
I remember thinking "I can do this, I can move, get my backpack, and run to catch up with my friends." I somehow managed to shake off my fatigue and ran over, grabbed my backpack, and started to run towards my friends (some of which were running back to try to help me). I made it about 20 steps, then collapsed. I threw up a couple times then started dry heaving. Luckily, where I fell, the security guards couldn't see me.
The security guards eventually left without bothering us, and my friends encircled my body and started smoking more weed. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, and remember hearing some things my friends said.
I eventually got up, sat up, and talked to my friends for a while. I would say strange things and talk in a very quiet voice. At one point I thought I sounded exactly like my English teacher, which was strange. I tried to convey to my friends the insane state I was in, but phrases like "i'm so fucked up right now" have been used so many times in so many situations that they have really lost all meaning, havent they?
I would think I had it under control, and start trying to enjoy myself, but then I would get so out of my mind again that I would need to lay down. I would lay down, pass out, wake up again, get up, talk to my friends, think I had it under control, and then pass out again. I repeated this cycle quite a few times.
My friends reassured me that I would eventually come down, which was very helpful. They were right, and I noticed myself coming down (to my great relief) at about 9 30, probably.
We took a 10:20 bus to a Mcdonalds where we all had meals. I think that sobered me up a bit too. By the time I got home at 11 45, I felt completely back to baseline.
I'll never do DXM again, the low dose effects were never very appealing to me, and this experience was far too intense to want to repeat. After shrooms were a little dissapointing for me, and salvia didn't really do very much, I was feeling like I could handle any drug, no matter how intense. This experience humbled me.
I did a dumbass thing yesterday; I took way too much of a drug I wasn't experienced in at all, then combined another drug with it. I could have been badly hurt or gotten in a lot of trouble last night if I hadn't been as lucky as I was.
The last time I tried DXM, I took approximately 500mgs over a period of 2 or 3 hours. The effects took quite a while to kick in, and when they finally did, they were not very intense but very enjoyable. (I'd describe it as being drunk without all the negative side effects.) The last time I took "Benylin Dry Cough."
This time, as I was browsing the Cough Syrup section of the pharmacy, I noticed that there was a bottle containing 250mLs for 6.99 compared to the Benylin Dry Cough which was 100mLs for 5.99. Deciding I wanted more bang for my buck and thinking that I could handle the 750mgs of DXM, I bought the bottle of no-name cough syrup and proceeded to drink it. I drank the entire contents of the bottle at 5pm.
We cantered over to a nearby school where my friends who hadn't taken any DXM (2 of my friends had taken half my dosage and the other 4 were just planning on smoking weed) started to smoke their marijuana. At this point it was 6 35pm, and I was definitely feeling strong effects. Being the fool I am though, I decided I was probably at my peak and could handle stronger effects. So I took 3 or 4 hits from a compression bong and got a lot higher. I left my 4 friends who weren't on DXM at this point, as they were just rolling their joints and it was a little boring. My fellow DXMers and I ambled over to a playground.
At this point I would say I was at the 2nd plateau, maybe working my way up to the 3rd. I had trouble speaking - I had to concentrate and sound out my words. My face had a strange look to it (my friends say) and I had trouble controlling the muscles in my face. I often found myself using strange facial expressions. I still felt relatively good though, albeit overwhelmed. I found myself sitting on the gravel beside a swingset, looking at the clouds. Time was passing very, very, very slowly at this point.
Finally, my friends with weed finished rolling their joints (of which there were 14) and joined us at the playground to smoke their pot. I had managed to drag myself up to an elevated part of the playing-equiptment, about 4 or 5 feet off the ground; my friends were all sitting around me smoking joints. At this point I made a very stupid decision and asked for a couple hits.
The weed I had smoked in the compression bong prior to the point had been very low quality weed. This stuff my friends had just purchased, however, was up to par.
I took about 3 or 4 hits off different joints. I felt myself getting higher and higher, and told this to my friends. What happened next was one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened to me. As it was happening I felt a strange dejavu... it reminded me of the first time I was high off weed. I started to feel as though I was out of my mind... like my mind was completely disconnected from my body. I felt like I wasn't even part of this world anymore. Whether this would be called an "out of body" experience or not, I don't know.
Time froze at that point, and I remember seeing a fuzzy white line slowly expanding and darting back and forth. I managed to muster the last connection I had with my body and uttered the stereotypical words "I had too much." Then I fell off the platform. I fell in slow motion and the fuzzy white line continued to expand and fill my vision. I think I lost consciousness before I hit the ground, because I can't remember hitting the ground.
My friends tell me that I said "Just let me lie here for a while," and that seems vaguely familiar. As I was lying on the ground, a truck pulled into the school parking lot and two school district security guards stepped out. My friends all ran away yelling "come on!", as I was still lying on the ground. I guess they didn't understand that it was very, very hard for me to move.
I remember thinking "I can do this, I can move, get my backpack, and run to catch up with my friends." I somehow managed to shake off my fatigue and ran over, grabbed my backpack, and started to run towards my friends (some of which were running back to try to help me). I made it about 20 steps, then collapsed. I threw up a couple times then started dry heaving. Luckily, where I fell, the security guards couldn't see me.
The security guards eventually left without bothering us, and my friends encircled my body and started smoking more weed. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, and remember hearing some things my friends said.
I eventually got up, sat up, and talked to my friends for a while. I would say strange things and talk in a very quiet voice. At one point I thought I sounded exactly like my English teacher, which was strange. I tried to convey to my friends the insane state I was in, but phrases like "i'm so fucked up right now" have been used so many times in so many situations that they have really lost all meaning, havent they?
I would think I had it under control, and start trying to enjoy myself, but then I would get so out of my mind again that I would need to lay down. I would lay down, pass out, wake up again, get up, talk to my friends, think I had it under control, and then pass out again. I repeated this cycle quite a few times.
My friends reassured me that I would eventually come down, which was very helpful. They were right, and I noticed myself coming down (to my great relief) at about 9 30, probably.
We took a 10:20 bus to a Mcdonalds where we all had meals. I think that sobered me up a bit too. By the time I got home at 11 45, I felt completely back to baseline.
I'll never do DXM again, the low dose effects were never very appealing to me, and this experience was far too intense to want to repeat. After shrooms were a little dissapointing for me, and salvia didn't really do very much, I was feeling like I could handle any drug, no matter how intense. This experience humbled me.
I did a dumbass thing yesterday; I took way too much of a drug I wasn't experienced in at all, then combined another drug with it. I could have been badly hurt or gotten in a lot of trouble last night if I hadn't been as lucky as I was.
