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Hello, community of Bluelight! This is my first real thread here on the forums, and I thought what better way to start out than to report on one of, if not, THE worst DXM trip I've ever been on. This was just last night, so there should be lots of details since it's still fresh on my mind. Keep in mind this wasn't my first experience with DXM, and I am somewhat experienced with the substance. I don't recommend anyone try what I have. I am 22 years old and my very first experience was last year in early July when I was 21.
So last night at around 8 PM, I went to my local supermarket to pick up a couple bottles of Robitussin. It was the kind I normally get, where DXM HBr is the ONLY active ingredient. Just to clarify a bit more, this is the syrup, NOT the gels. The bottles are 30 mg, not 15, so a full bottle in itself is around 800 mg as a whole, unless my calculations are wrong. Anyways, went to self-checkout, bought the two bottles of cough syrup (under $12 together) and I proceeded to walk back home. After I've rested a while, I decided to down the first bottle of syrup at around 11:30 PM. After I did so, I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash as usual, and sat down do play my 3DS, waiting for the buzz to kick in. It's been about 4 hours since I've eaten anything when taking this, so it kicked in at around the 45 minute mark. I was starting to zone out and whatnot, so I turned my gaming system off and went on the PC to crank up some music... I dunno about the rest of you, but I LOVE listening to Electronica/Dance and/or Dubstep while on DXM. It's kind of funny, because I don't care for the music at all when I'm sober. I'm guessing it has something to do with the beats and how they in someway induce you into a trance.
Anyways, I was feeling pretty good right at first on my trip. At the 60 minute mark, I decided to re-dose another half a bottle of 30 mg... BAD idea. Of the 5 times I've re-dosed, I've only had a bad trip two of the times... and this was one of those times, this arguably being worst than the first time. Just so none of you get confused, I've done DXM 20-30 times now, I've just only re-dosed a total of 5 times, if memory serves.
After re-dosing, I shut off the lights (because light becomes disturbing for me while on this drug for whatever reason), and I was still feeling relatively good. I went in a chat room to mindlessly chat with some folks, which for some reason, is one of my hobbies when I'm under the influence of DXM. About 90 minutes into this trip, that's when things took a turn for the worse... or should I say "worst".
I knew something was wrong... my brain was thinking "shit, I've been here before". At the same time though, I'm so far out of my own conscious, that I don't know what the hell is going on. Although I was running a fever already (a common side effect of DXM), I thought maybe I was too cold. I went outside my room to crank up the heat a notch. While I was in the living room, I thought (for some reason) it'd be a good idea to test my running skills. I tried running into my living room and back, and it was more like a really slow jog. I wanted to run faster, but my brain simply wouldn't allow me to. After pacing back and forth a few times, I headed back into my room, where I began feeling even worse. I put my earbuds back on to listen to music, and by this time (it was probably around 110 minutes in), my mind was so far gone, that I couldn't even focus on the music anymore. I began feeling really paranoid, but doing a relatively good job at keeping myself calm. I noticed my heartbeat somewhat spiraling out of control... but I couldn't quite tell how fast it was beating due to how numb I was from the medicine. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and at times, I would get these weird cold chills down my spine. At some point, I moved my legs, but had difficulty doing that. My lower-body started getting all shaky, and I felt on the verge of going into a full blown seizure, even though I didn't (thank God). My legs were shaking pretty severely off and on, while I was having breathing problems simultaneously, and just when you think you're gonna maybe calm down a bit the shaking starts up again. There were multiple times I thought I was just gonna black out. I knew I wasn't going to die, but the demon within me (aka the bad trip part of me) was telling me these were my final moments.
I knew I needed water to flush this out of my system, so I traveled to my kitchen (very slowly and carefully) and grabbed two bottles of cold water. I chugged them down as fast as I could, hoping this would also regulate my body temperature a little bit. I made it back to my room, and as soon as I sat down, I really had to urinate. My legs were shaking real bad again, so I had to rest a little while. I got up about 15 minutes later and finally went to the bathroom. I stood over the toiler for a good minute or so before the urine could even come out. After finishing my business, I turned to look in the mirror. I saw the weirdest shit you could imagine. My hair was all whacked out (like an evil professor) and it's like my eyes weren't even there. It also looked pretty funny too, considering that I wear glasses. Anyways, I was somewhat disturbed by that, so I just slowly inched my way back to my room (yet again).
Once again, my legs were shaking like crazy when I sat down, but got better once I settled. I thought about lying down, but my brain was telling me I needed music to calm me down... and I didn't want to unplug my laptop to go lay down with it, 'cause I was afraid I'd drop and bust it. Eventually, I rested one cheek on my desk, taking my earbuds in out of my ears continuously, thinking I could distract my brain by doing this; sadly to no avail. I thought "screw it" and just went deep into thought instead, which seemed to work to a small extent. I started feeling really sorry for myself, and I was personally apologizing to my heart and other bodily organs. This stuff is the WORST to trip on it. I mean it, it's like being possessed by the devil in a secluded area of eternal darkness. I wanted this to be over for the life me (quite literally). I can't stand THIS, I need to get the hell out. I remember at one point, feeling this sudden burst of encouragement, and I started pumping my fists, but that just started up my shaking again.
Finally, after an hour of doing nothing but laying one cheek on my desk in the same position for two hours straight (which felt more like 4-5 hours), I started to catch my breath, and my shaking came to a halt. I was finally over the worst of it at around 4 AM. However, I was still dissociated from myself... then came the closed-eyed hallucinations. These were actually interesting, even though I don't remember what I saw. This kind of made up for the horribleness I just went through, but not quite. For the rest of the trip, I just sat there, opening and closing my eyes off and on, and listening to music. I did some leg stretches and exercises as well, to ensure there was no permanent damage done. I had this feeling of relief more than anything... and almost as if I came out of a dungeon after being sealed in for weeks.
At 6 AM, I felt 90% sober, so I went out to get myself a bowl of Cheerios, which I had a hard time tasting because the medicine was still inside me. My heartbeat still felt kind of racy, but under control nevertheless. At 6:50, I turned the music off and went to bed; and almost fell asleep right away. I slept a good 11 hours, and now I'm up... here writing this.
I think this experience pretty much taught me a lesson NEVER to re-dose again. As far as that goes, I think I'm gonna stay away from DXM for a while... at least a good month or so, perhaps longer. Please, if you're reading this and plan on doing DXM, DON'T re-dose, and don't take any amount over 1000 mg. The risk is not worth the reward. ODing on this stuff is literally the worst feeling both physically and psychologically that you will ever have. This is no exaggeration. You've been warned. If you're first time user, I don't recommend anything above 600 mg. I was probably seconds away from dialing 911 and taking a trip to the hospital.
That being out of the way, DXM is a wonderful drug if you know how to handle it properly and don't take any dumb risks like I do. I'd say everyone try it at least once in their lifetime. If/when you do it though, I only recommend no more then once a week. The stuff is really rough on your system and takes it a while to 100% flush out of your system.
Well, I believe that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed reading this experience. It certainly made me think twice about over-consumption of this substance. Go ahead and feel free to comment if you want. Maybe you'd like to share an experience of your own? I'd gladly read it and perhaps leave you a reply.
If there were some details I didn't think of or forgot, I'll be sure to add them in later. For now though, this looks pretty solid.
Thanks all for taking your time to read this, and take care!
So last night at around 8 PM, I went to my local supermarket to pick up a couple bottles of Robitussin. It was the kind I normally get, where DXM HBr is the ONLY active ingredient. Just to clarify a bit more, this is the syrup, NOT the gels. The bottles are 30 mg, not 15, so a full bottle in itself is around 800 mg as a whole, unless my calculations are wrong. Anyways, went to self-checkout, bought the two bottles of cough syrup (under $12 together) and I proceeded to walk back home. After I've rested a while, I decided to down the first bottle of syrup at around 11:30 PM. After I did so, I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash as usual, and sat down do play my 3DS, waiting for the buzz to kick in. It's been about 4 hours since I've eaten anything when taking this, so it kicked in at around the 45 minute mark. I was starting to zone out and whatnot, so I turned my gaming system off and went on the PC to crank up some music... I dunno about the rest of you, but I LOVE listening to Electronica/Dance and/or Dubstep while on DXM. It's kind of funny, because I don't care for the music at all when I'm sober. I'm guessing it has something to do with the beats and how they in someway induce you into a trance.
Anyways, I was feeling pretty good right at first on my trip. At the 60 minute mark, I decided to re-dose another half a bottle of 30 mg... BAD idea. Of the 5 times I've re-dosed, I've only had a bad trip two of the times... and this was one of those times, this arguably being worst than the first time. Just so none of you get confused, I've done DXM 20-30 times now, I've just only re-dosed a total of 5 times, if memory serves.
After re-dosing, I shut off the lights (because light becomes disturbing for me while on this drug for whatever reason), and I was still feeling relatively good. I went in a chat room to mindlessly chat with some folks, which for some reason, is one of my hobbies when I'm under the influence of DXM. About 90 minutes into this trip, that's when things took a turn for the worse... or should I say "worst".
I knew something was wrong... my brain was thinking "shit, I've been here before". At the same time though, I'm so far out of my own conscious, that I don't know what the hell is going on. Although I was running a fever already (a common side effect of DXM), I thought maybe I was too cold. I went outside my room to crank up the heat a notch. While I was in the living room, I thought (for some reason) it'd be a good idea to test my running skills. I tried running into my living room and back, and it was more like a really slow jog. I wanted to run faster, but my brain simply wouldn't allow me to. After pacing back and forth a few times, I headed back into my room, where I began feeling even worse. I put my earbuds back on to listen to music, and by this time (it was probably around 110 minutes in), my mind was so far gone, that I couldn't even focus on the music anymore. I began feeling really paranoid, but doing a relatively good job at keeping myself calm. I noticed my heartbeat somewhat spiraling out of control... but I couldn't quite tell how fast it was beating due to how numb I was from the medicine. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and at times, I would get these weird cold chills down my spine. At some point, I moved my legs, but had difficulty doing that. My lower-body started getting all shaky, and I felt on the verge of going into a full blown seizure, even though I didn't (thank God). My legs were shaking pretty severely off and on, while I was having breathing problems simultaneously, and just when you think you're gonna maybe calm down a bit the shaking starts up again. There were multiple times I thought I was just gonna black out. I knew I wasn't going to die, but the demon within me (aka the bad trip part of me) was telling me these were my final moments.
I knew I needed water to flush this out of my system, so I traveled to my kitchen (very slowly and carefully) and grabbed two bottles of cold water. I chugged them down as fast as I could, hoping this would also regulate my body temperature a little bit. I made it back to my room, and as soon as I sat down, I really had to urinate. My legs were shaking real bad again, so I had to rest a little while. I got up about 15 minutes later and finally went to the bathroom. I stood over the toiler for a good minute or so before the urine could even come out. After finishing my business, I turned to look in the mirror. I saw the weirdest shit you could imagine. My hair was all whacked out (like an evil professor) and it's like my eyes weren't even there. It also looked pretty funny too, considering that I wear glasses. Anyways, I was somewhat disturbed by that, so I just slowly inched my way back to my room (yet again).
Once again, my legs were shaking like crazy when I sat down, but got better once I settled. I thought about lying down, but my brain was telling me I needed music to calm me down... and I didn't want to unplug my laptop to go lay down with it, 'cause I was afraid I'd drop and bust it. Eventually, I rested one cheek on my desk, taking my earbuds in out of my ears continuously, thinking I could distract my brain by doing this; sadly to no avail. I thought "screw it" and just went deep into thought instead, which seemed to work to a small extent. I started feeling really sorry for myself, and I was personally apologizing to my heart and other bodily organs. This stuff is the WORST to trip on it. I mean it, it's like being possessed by the devil in a secluded area of eternal darkness. I wanted this to be over for the life me (quite literally). I can't stand THIS, I need to get the hell out. I remember at one point, feeling this sudden burst of encouragement, and I started pumping my fists, but that just started up my shaking again.
Finally, after an hour of doing nothing but laying one cheek on my desk in the same position for two hours straight (which felt more like 4-5 hours), I started to catch my breath, and my shaking came to a halt. I was finally over the worst of it at around 4 AM. However, I was still dissociated from myself... then came the closed-eyed hallucinations. These were actually interesting, even though I don't remember what I saw. This kind of made up for the horribleness I just went through, but not quite. For the rest of the trip, I just sat there, opening and closing my eyes off and on, and listening to music. I did some leg stretches and exercises as well, to ensure there was no permanent damage done. I had this feeling of relief more than anything... and almost as if I came out of a dungeon after being sealed in for weeks.
At 6 AM, I felt 90% sober, so I went out to get myself a bowl of Cheerios, which I had a hard time tasting because the medicine was still inside me. My heartbeat still felt kind of racy, but under control nevertheless. At 6:50, I turned the music off and went to bed; and almost fell asleep right away. I slept a good 11 hours, and now I'm up... here writing this.
I think this experience pretty much taught me a lesson NEVER to re-dose again. As far as that goes, I think I'm gonna stay away from DXM for a while... at least a good month or so, perhaps longer. Please, if you're reading this and plan on doing DXM, DON'T re-dose, and don't take any amount over 1000 mg. The risk is not worth the reward. ODing on this stuff is literally the worst feeling both physically and psychologically that you will ever have. This is no exaggeration. You've been warned. If you're first time user, I don't recommend anything above 600 mg. I was probably seconds away from dialing 911 and taking a trip to the hospital.
That being out of the way, DXM is a wonderful drug if you know how to handle it properly and don't take any dumb risks like I do. I'd say everyone try it at least once in their lifetime. If/when you do it though, I only recommend no more then once a week. The stuff is really rough on your system and takes it a while to 100% flush out of your system.
Well, I believe that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed reading this experience. It certainly made me think twice about over-consumption of this substance. Go ahead and feel free to comment if you want. Maybe you'd like to share an experience of your own? I'd gladly read it and perhaps leave you a reply.
If there were some details I didn't think of or forgot, I'll be sure to add them in later. For now though, this looks pretty solid.
Thanks all for taking your time to read this, and take care!
