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Ex-Bluelighter
Well here's my perspective of what happened that night. I used to go to raves and take relatively low doses of DXM all the time a few years ago. I've never taken more than about 350mg of DXM in my life. I have the CYP2D6 enzyme deficiency, so I can get 1st plateau effects from as little as 75mg. Also, I haven't really done DXM in quite some time.
When we got to the general area and found parking, I took 600mg of DXM (agent lemon method, never tried it before - even after doing DXM literally hundreds of times). I decided to smoke some weed before we got out of the car, hoping that it would help me not vomit, and also because it'll make things a bit more interesting. After a very confusing, but entertaining smoke session in the car in some dodgy looking neighborhood, we decided to get out and find this place. The directions to the venue were a bit sketchy, so we spent a while walking around trying to find the place. I started to feel the DXM come on within about 30 minutes. I always come up kinda fast with DXM for some reason.
When we finally made it to the venue, I could barely comprehend anything that was going on. I talked to a few people and decided it would be best if I sat down. Not long after that, I felt the unmistakable urge to empty every last bit of the contents in my stomach. After vomiting my entire dinner, I found a dark corner with a bench and sat down. I can only imagine how completely wasted I looked at the time.
Well only seconds after I sat down, this chick came up to me and asked if I was ok. I could tell that she was rolling, and she could tell that I looked...uh, not well. I was having a good time, but I knew that I probably looked like I was in pretty bad shape. Now I know it has nothing to do with it, but it seems like every time I take DXM some strange coincidence happens. This raver girl asked where I am from and it just so happens that we were both from the same city, even though this rave was over 65 miles away from where we live. She told me that her husband was there and a bunch of other crap, but I was starting to get a bit paranoid because my girlfriend was at the party with me, and if she saw me talking to this girl she would probably try to kick her ass or something. I finally got that point across to her and she understood and went somewhere else.
Now I was just left to myself and a very powerful DXM experience. It felt much more dissociative this time, similar to Ketamine in some ways. I had spent the earlier portion of the day at work writing ASP and HTML code for my job. Now it seemed like everything in my vision was lines and lines of endless code. I've had this happen to me many times before with DXM, but it was usually with video games or something. When I would close my eyes, I was taken to these extremely detailed landscapes. I was in complete awe that my mind could come up with such detailed and unique imagery. At times, it felt like I was being lifted up, out of my body. I did get some of the usual DXM music euphoria that I like so much, but not as much as I would normally because the type of music that was being played was awful IMO (and I'm a huge fan of electronic music too).
So after spending god knows how long in DXM land, my girlfriend found me and I told her about the other girl that came up to me that lived in the same city as me, just in case she already saw us but didn't say anything about it. No longer than 5 seconds after I'm done telling my girlfriend that story, that very girl came up to my girlfriend and said (while still obviously rolling), "Hi! Are you his girlfriend?"
My girlfriend then got totally pissed off and got up and stormed off somewhere else. I felt so sorry for this girl, because I could tell by the look on her face that she thought she had just ruined my relationship. She asked me if my girlfriend saw us together and I said yeah (I don't know if she did or not). She immediately wanted to go find my girlfriend and explain things to her. Now I was still in another world when all this was going on, but I really could just care less what happened at that point. I'm not really one to freak out over stuff anyway.
After a while (the rave was almost over), I saw this 'subdefy' character and remembered that he had been tripping for the first time on 4-HO-MiPT. By that time he was pretty much come down from it, since he took it in the car when we were on our way to the destination. We decided to leave shortly after, and my painfully sober girlfriend drove our messed up raver asses home.
Now I used to take DXM and go to raves all the time, but never this much. At this dosage level it was too much for me to really even move around at all. At the lower dosage levels, it feels good to move around, music sounds awesome, it's fun to talk to talk to people and stuff like that. It was definitely in interesting night though.
[Edited for spelling / clarity]
When we got to the general area and found parking, I took 600mg of DXM (agent lemon method, never tried it before - even after doing DXM literally hundreds of times). I decided to smoke some weed before we got out of the car, hoping that it would help me not vomit, and also because it'll make things a bit more interesting. After a very confusing, but entertaining smoke session in the car in some dodgy looking neighborhood, we decided to get out and find this place. The directions to the venue were a bit sketchy, so we spent a while walking around trying to find the place. I started to feel the DXM come on within about 30 minutes. I always come up kinda fast with DXM for some reason.
When we finally made it to the venue, I could barely comprehend anything that was going on. I talked to a few people and decided it would be best if I sat down. Not long after that, I felt the unmistakable urge to empty every last bit of the contents in my stomach. After vomiting my entire dinner, I found a dark corner with a bench and sat down. I can only imagine how completely wasted I looked at the time.
Well only seconds after I sat down, this chick came up to me and asked if I was ok. I could tell that she was rolling, and she could tell that I looked...uh, not well. I was having a good time, but I knew that I probably looked like I was in pretty bad shape. Now I know it has nothing to do with it, but it seems like every time I take DXM some strange coincidence happens. This raver girl asked where I am from and it just so happens that we were both from the same city, even though this rave was over 65 miles away from where we live. She told me that her husband was there and a bunch of other crap, but I was starting to get a bit paranoid because my girlfriend was at the party with me, and if she saw me talking to this girl she would probably try to kick her ass or something. I finally got that point across to her and she understood and went somewhere else.
Now I was just left to myself and a very powerful DXM experience. It felt much more dissociative this time, similar to Ketamine in some ways. I had spent the earlier portion of the day at work writing ASP and HTML code for my job. Now it seemed like everything in my vision was lines and lines of endless code. I've had this happen to me many times before with DXM, but it was usually with video games or something. When I would close my eyes, I was taken to these extremely detailed landscapes. I was in complete awe that my mind could come up with such detailed and unique imagery. At times, it felt like I was being lifted up, out of my body. I did get some of the usual DXM music euphoria that I like so much, but not as much as I would normally because the type of music that was being played was awful IMO (and I'm a huge fan of electronic music too).
So after spending god knows how long in DXM land, my girlfriend found me and I told her about the other girl that came up to me that lived in the same city as me, just in case she already saw us but didn't say anything about it. No longer than 5 seconds after I'm done telling my girlfriend that story, that very girl came up to my girlfriend and said (while still obviously rolling), "Hi! Are you his girlfriend?"
My girlfriend then got totally pissed off and got up and stormed off somewhere else. I felt so sorry for this girl, because I could tell by the look on her face that she thought she had just ruined my relationship. She asked me if my girlfriend saw us together and I said yeah (I don't know if she did or not). She immediately wanted to go find my girlfriend and explain things to her. Now I was still in another world when all this was going on, but I really could just care less what happened at that point. I'm not really one to freak out over stuff anyway.After a while (the rave was almost over), I saw this 'subdefy' character and remembered that he had been tripping for the first time on 4-HO-MiPT. By that time he was pretty much come down from it, since he took it in the car when we were on our way to the destination. We decided to leave shortly after, and my painfully sober girlfriend drove our messed up raver asses home.
Now I used to take DXM and go to raves all the time, but never this much. At this dosage level it was too much for me to really even move around at all. At the lower dosage levels, it feels good to move around, music sounds awesome, it's fun to talk to talk to people and stuff like that. It was definitely in interesting night though.
[Edited for spelling / clarity]
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