stardreamer
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Dxm and Marijuana - Experienced - Some Peaks Only Come Once
I had to post this after an incredible weekend at my friend's house. My friend and I have used dxm and weed together in low doses of both before and gotten amazing results, so we decided to raise it a little bit. Like Hunter S. Thompson said, it was the kind of peak that only comes once in a lifetime.
My friend "M" (whatever) and I both are very experienced with both drugs, and we were hanging out at my dad's house which, after about 10 o clock when everyone else is asleep, it's a very safe setting (not to mention entertaining).
We are hanging out watching tv and take the dxm first, 600mg a piece as coricidin, that's 20 nasty little red pills each. (note: I dont recommend it's use as the antihistime is very dangerous, but we *personally* have never had a problem). After 45 minutes or so my friend is feeling strong and I can't feel it at all, but he wants to get started so we head down the hill to smoke.
There's this great breeze outside and every star is out, and maybe it's just the dxm kicking in but there's this insane energy in the air, I can't describe it. Like the kind of feeling you get when you know your trip is gonna be alright and you smile cause everything's perfect. We have this little pipe and some really nice sticky chronic. We pack one giant bowl and split it between us, take a hit and pass method. About 8 hits later each it's cashed, so in another bowl, maybe 5 hits and we're done.
It's maybe been about an hour and ten minutes and I'm still relatively sober, not even feeling the dex much. My friend however begins tripping absolute balls. We're walking along in the dark to the house and he is off in the distance throwing punches and kicks in the air. "What the fuck?" I ask, and he explains he's fighting some really cool ninjas or something god only knows. We are heading back to the house and I can feel my body slipping away from me, my legs, my arms, everything is loosening and while my body heats up even out in the semi-cold, my mind finally drifts away. At the house I start feeling the dex real hard, I know cause I almost don't know where I am and I can't figure out the doorknob. My friend is laughing his ass off and it all seems so surreal, his laughter, the doorknob, the stars, and I can't figure nothing out.
We get inside and this is only about T+1:30, and both of us are pretty incapacitated. I get us each a coke and my friend asks me if spies were in his coke. I told him it wasn't open and he just layed back and grinned. I didn't know what to make of this and I started getting some realllly weird thoughts in my head. You know how sometimes you get these abstract thoughts that are so intense and meaningful, you swear you'll remember them forever but the next day they're gone. I think my friend is some sort of perfect being, him laying there sipping coke, talking about spies and ninjas and all the while grinning. He must be god, I think.
I feel now that I was lucky to have such neat thoughts spinning through me. Me and my friend discuss (mumble) about some really weird shit, we're talking about music and how it is a way of temporarily controlling our thoughts. We make this remarkable discovery about why humans exist, and figure that people are on earth to learn and answer each other's questions because we all have different brains. It meant so much to us then, but the next day it seems so ordinary.
My head spins hard and walking is near impossible. I am pretty much forced to crawl to all locations, and in true dxm element I have no clue where I'm going but everything on the way is beautiful. I can really feel the weed on the dxm, and at one point we are both reallly tripped out because for a few minutes we can see this glowing line going across the carpet in the dark, how we both saw it I have no clue because the next day there was clearly nothing there. We are very exhausted and incoherent, almost beyond speech, and at this point decide to drift our own introspective ways. We hung out on the back deck and just admired the stars, which swayed and shifted revealing patterns that will forever be locked in our own minds, undescribable to anyone. It was amazing. After about four hours sleep takes us.
We awake groggy, yet refreshed - and there waiting for us like presents on christmas are worlds of drawings, writings, and scribblings - like a fucked up time capsule from the other side. Primarily among these are pictures of elton john smoking cigars.. well, dxm, go figure.
***EDITED TO INCLUDE TIMING***
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: stardreamer ]
I had to post this after an incredible weekend at my friend's house. My friend and I have used dxm and weed together in low doses of both before and gotten amazing results, so we decided to raise it a little bit. Like Hunter S. Thompson said, it was the kind of peak that only comes once in a lifetime.
My friend "M" (whatever) and I both are very experienced with both drugs, and we were hanging out at my dad's house which, after about 10 o clock when everyone else is asleep, it's a very safe setting (not to mention entertaining).
We are hanging out watching tv and take the dxm first, 600mg a piece as coricidin, that's 20 nasty little red pills each. (note: I dont recommend it's use as the antihistime is very dangerous, but we *personally* have never had a problem). After 45 minutes or so my friend is feeling strong and I can't feel it at all, but he wants to get started so we head down the hill to smoke.
There's this great breeze outside and every star is out, and maybe it's just the dxm kicking in but there's this insane energy in the air, I can't describe it. Like the kind of feeling you get when you know your trip is gonna be alright and you smile cause everything's perfect. We have this little pipe and some really nice sticky chronic. We pack one giant bowl and split it between us, take a hit and pass method. About 8 hits later each it's cashed, so in another bowl, maybe 5 hits and we're done.
It's maybe been about an hour and ten minutes and I'm still relatively sober, not even feeling the dex much. My friend however begins tripping absolute balls. We're walking along in the dark to the house and he is off in the distance throwing punches and kicks in the air. "What the fuck?" I ask, and he explains he's fighting some really cool ninjas or something god only knows. We are heading back to the house and I can feel my body slipping away from me, my legs, my arms, everything is loosening and while my body heats up even out in the semi-cold, my mind finally drifts away. At the house I start feeling the dex real hard, I know cause I almost don't know where I am and I can't figure out the doorknob. My friend is laughing his ass off and it all seems so surreal, his laughter, the doorknob, the stars, and I can't figure nothing out.
We get inside and this is only about T+1:30, and both of us are pretty incapacitated. I get us each a coke and my friend asks me if spies were in his coke. I told him it wasn't open and he just layed back and grinned. I didn't know what to make of this and I started getting some realllly weird thoughts in my head. You know how sometimes you get these abstract thoughts that are so intense and meaningful, you swear you'll remember them forever but the next day they're gone. I think my friend is some sort of perfect being, him laying there sipping coke, talking about spies and ninjas and all the while grinning. He must be god, I think.
I feel now that I was lucky to have such neat thoughts spinning through me. Me and my friend discuss (mumble) about some really weird shit, we're talking about music and how it is a way of temporarily controlling our thoughts. We make this remarkable discovery about why humans exist, and figure that people are on earth to learn and answer each other's questions because we all have different brains. It meant so much to us then, but the next day it seems so ordinary.
My head spins hard and walking is near impossible. I am pretty much forced to crawl to all locations, and in true dxm element I have no clue where I'm going but everything on the way is beautiful. I can really feel the weed on the dxm, and at one point we are both reallly tripped out because for a few minutes we can see this glowing line going across the carpet in the dark, how we both saw it I have no clue because the next day there was clearly nothing there. We are very exhausted and incoherent, almost beyond speech, and at this point decide to drift our own introspective ways. We hung out on the back deck and just admired the stars, which swayed and shifted revealing patterns that will forever be locked in our own minds, undescribable to anyone. It was amazing. After about four hours sleep takes us.
We awake groggy, yet refreshed - and there waiting for us like presents on christmas are worlds of drawings, writings, and scribblings - like a fucked up time capsule from the other side. Primarily among these are pictures of elton john smoking cigars.. well, dxm, go figure.
***EDITED TO INCLUDE TIMING***
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: stardreamer ]
