MrGrunge
Bluelighter
Ok, so I've recently been experimenting with DXM as I find the effects quite interesting. This trip report will detail my experiences this last weekend, which consisted of two consecutive days of tripping at different doses. I have relatively little experience with psychedelics (cannabis is generally my drug of choice), but I've done LSD and salvia a few times and found them to be wonderful, so I figured I would give this stuff a shot. In the past few weeks, I have done 1 1st plateau dose, and was relatively unimpressed, and 1 2nd plateau dose, and found the experience to be quite unique. Ultimately my goal was to experience the 3rd plateau, as that is the one I've heard gives the most profound effects (at least, the kind of effects I would want to experience). I now know that these aspirations were a mistake, given my inexperience with DXM, but more on that later.
I don't know anyone else who has done DXM recreationally, so I figured the only way I would be able to discuss my experience would be here at Bluelight, as this site was the source of much of my information regarding DXM.
In case you're wondering, the second night is much more interesting than the first, especially if you're interested in bad trips.
For the record, I am a 19 year old college student and weigh roughly 220 lbs (~100 kgs).
Everything written is from memory/notes and recordings I took during the trips.
Day One (Friday - 2nd Plateau):
6:00 pm - I drink a bottle of Zicam Cough Max (~391.2 mg) with a Grapefruit Juice. I also take 4 25mg pills of benadryl, as I found that DXM makes me ridiculously itchy. I settle down on my bed to watch an episode of The Wire while I wait for the effects to kick in.
6:30 pm - I feel light-headed and a tingling sensation in my upper body. My past DXM use leads me to believe that I have roughly 20 minutes before I blast off.
7:00 pm - I turn off my laptop because it's getting hard to focus on the screen, and the dialogue is starting to confuse me. I bust out my mp3 player and put on Om - God is Good, hoping that the meditative quality of the music will aid me in my trip.
7:30 - 9:30 pm - The music has completely enveloped me. Though I only experience mild CEVs, I feel as if I've bee transported to a Middle Eastern locale. Though I know I'm still in my room, I feel that if I would open my eyes, I would find myself completely surrounded by desert. I feel very warm, and kinda wish I had pointed my fan in my direction, but since I am reluctant to try and move to and fix it, I deal with the heat, but I make a mental note to point it at myself next time I trip.
Halfway through this musical trip out, the album ends, and I have to navigate my mp3 player to find an album that would work. I land on Sleep - Jerusalem after what seems like an eternity (I have trouble reading, pretty bad double-vision. Also my fingers hard to use). Again, I experience more CEVs. My room is dark, but thin rays of light appear through my window blinds, so I decide to pull the blanket over my head to block out all light. With the blanket over my head, I open my eyes, and just like in 2001: A Space Odyssey, I said "My god, it's full of stars." It seemed like there were thousands of pinpoints of light that expanded as far as I could see. The blanket was right above my face, but it seemed like it wasn't there at all, like there was a enormous dome surrounding my entire body. This was probably the peak of my experience, as from this moment on the quality of the trip seems to fall. Another interesting part of the trip was when I took the blanket off my head and was thrust back into-semi reality. The fan that I mentioned earlier was pointed at my blinds, making them move gently back and forth. The light shining through them turned the blinds into a lightshow, almost as if I was watching TV. The shadow figures on the blinds dance and move in strange, alien patterns. In my mind, I formed a plot to the random movements, although it was so jumbled and confused that I couldn't even begin to relate it to you.
10:00 pm - Unfortunately, I had drank too much juice and water, so I desperately needed to use the bathroom. I live in a dorm, and was reluctant to leave my room as I had very little control over my body movements and the bathroom was all the way down the hall. I remember nothing of the trip to and from the bathroom, but I was apparently successful. I made a note to use an empty plastic bottle next time I had to pee during a trip, but holy crap did I screw this part up (more on this later).
10:15 pm - I sit down in my computer chair in total darkness and pick up my acoustic guitar. I didn't think I would be able to play at all since my fingers were still very much affected, but I tried to give it a shot anyway. I could only form simple chord patterns, but found myself able to do that reasonably well, and it occurred to me that it would be interesting to my sober-self to observe how the DXM affected my creative process.
I turned on Windows Sound Recorder and recorded myself playing guitar and singing for about 30 minutes. I didn't even realize I had left it on that long, and remember very little else about the recording process. When I played it back the next day, I was singing gibberish over a very simple riff/chord progression. It was a cool riff, but nothing else was intelligible. I at one point sang about "Jellybean-covered nachos" and a "Fire Hydrant full of ants". The entire recording was very stream-of-consciousness, which I think is where the DXM experience gets most of it's transportive psychedelia from.
11:00 pm - I lay back down to listen to more music, but find myself unable to achieve the same level of transportation as before. Still, the music was very enjoyable to listen to, and I listened to random things for the next hour or so.
12:00 am - The Benadryl had made me really drowsy, and most of the fun effects of the DXM had worn off so I decided to call it day. It was by far my best experience with the drug and I wish I had left it at that.
Day Two (Saturday - 3rd plateau)
I was a little hesitant to trip two days in a row, but after researching the potential risks, I decided that it wouldn't be that big of a deal, and I really didn't have anything better to do that day anyway. I had originally intended to do the same dose as the previous night, but for some reason, as I was in the store, I thought I would have to compensate for tolerance (which was a dumb idea) as I would for LSD. Plus, I figured that the previous night had gone so well that I would attempt to reach the third plateau this time. So I bought 2 bottles of Zicam Cough Max and went back to my dorm.
Unrelated: Does anyone else love the afterglow of DXM? After each of my previous experiences I woke up feeling refreshed, light. As I was walking to the store to pick up the bottles, I plugged in my mp3 player, and felt like I was walking on sunshine. Everything was bright, warm, happy. Maybe it's just Spring coming on after a terrible winter, but I felt wonderful. Like I was stoned without having smoked any weed. Everything just felt 'right'.
Anyway...
7:00 pm - I drink the two bottles (~782.4 mg) with GFJ and four more tabs of Benadryl. I am excited about the ensuing trip, especially after how wonderful the previous night had been, and assumed it could only be better with a higher dose. Oh man, hindsight was not so pretty. I settled in and watched more of The Wire while I waited for the effects to kick in.
8:00 pm - I took longer to feel the effects this time around and attributed it to my tolerance from the previous night, and was starting to get worried that the trip wouldn't be that great.
8:15 pm - Holy shit, wrong again. I skyrocketed from relatively-sober to 2nd plateau in a no time. At this point I decided I had to turn off the laptop and bust out the music, choosing go with a playlist (more droney, meditative stuff) I had made to ensure that I wouldn't have to fumble with the player while in space.
8:30 pm - The first signs that something might not be right appear. I begin to feel anxious as I slowly perceive myself losing contact with my physical body. The music becomes so intense that I have to take off my headphones to try and regain touch with reality. The sound of the fan is soothing, but does little to quell my fears that I had made a terrible mistake. I begin to think that I might be dying, almost convinced that this would be the last day of my life. I am tense, freaking out, thinking maybe I should induce vomiting in order to cut the trip short, but I have a hard time moving, and try to think things through. My rational mind, during this entire period, is telling me "You're okay, you took a drug, a relatively safe drug. You know this is a dissociative. You're going to be fine." I try to say this out loud, but my voice seems odd, almost alien. It definitely didn't sound like my voice and seemed to echo, as if distant. After what seems like hours in a terrified half-panic, I forget all about my previous apprehensions, and decide to put the music back on.
8:45 - 9:15 pm - I look at the clock on my mp3 player, and to my amazement/horror, only 15 minutes had gone by. I could've sworn up and down that I had been freaked out for a couple hours. Time had no meaning at this point. Anyway, this time the music was much more soothing. At this point, I found myself lost again in the music, but the strangest aspect of the trip this time was the movement. I was completely still through the entire trip, but it felt like the bed I was on was tipping from side to side, as if I were afloat at sea. A few times, it seemed as if my body was warping, like I had been bent into a circle, swirling down a drain into oblivion. It wasn't entirely pleasant, but I found it fascinating so I decided to let it continue.
My mind was racing, so many different subjects unconnected to one another passed through my mind. Some fascinating, some terrifying, some just downright weird. I didn't notice much in the way of OEVs or even CEVs at this point, and was mildly disappointed by this. The music was becoming less and less enjoyable. What I knew to be a band that specialized in slowly, droning music was now seeming fast, rushed. I knew there was something wrong, but I couldn't force myself to hear it as it should be heard and decided to take the headphones off. It was hard to distinguish any sort of melody, the notes just seemed to run into one another, like it was a constant, muddy drone.
9:30 - 10:30 pm - I tried very hard to enjoy the trip but found it increasingly difficult. Everything confused me and I was getting very hot again. The bed I was on seemed to be vibrating and my entire body was numb. It was at this point I found myself almost entirely dissociated. That is the one feeling that has stuck with me ever since the trip, the idea of floating above myself, looking down, wondering what the hell was happening. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time.
I soon found myself in need to use the bathroom, but luckily I had a large plastic bottle that I could relieve myself in. The bad news, which I should've known when I had gotten it, was that it was a mouthwash bottle. Yeah, I'm sure you reading this can figure out where the flaw in this plan was. The BBUUUURRRRRNNNN was terrible...just...just terrible. I almost dropped the bottle of piss on the floor, but, thankfully, I managed to firm my grip on it before the unthinkable happened (can you imagine mopping up piss while tripping on DXM?). So that went...well...and I decided to test my motor skills. Definitely impaired. I almost fell over a couple times. Then, I looked in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize myself. My eyes were wild, my hair was a mess, I was sweating...I looked half insane to be honest.
10:30 pm - 12:00 am - It was at this point that I decided I wanted to be done with the whole experience, so I decided to pass the time watching TV while the trip subsided. The TV was on Adult Swim, and the first program on was The Venture Brothers. I don't follow the show normally, but I had seen that episode before so I hoped I would be able to follow it...wrong. The characters seemed to be almost singing, as if they were auto-tuned to match up to the background music. Nothing made any sense, and the plot was impossible to follow, I was thankful when it was over. The next two shows were some Animes that I had never seen before. I would've changed the channel if I knew where the remote was, but I decided to go with it. First off was a show called Bleach. I remember the opening theme being the worst song I have ever heard: it had no melody and no rhythm and nothing else even resembling music. I expect that this was due to the DXM altering my perception, but I don't know. There was no music for the rest of the show, and the characters were dubbed in english, so the show was very quiet with occasional noises made by the characters. It was weird. I have seen english-dubbed anime before, but this was so unlike anything I have ever seen before (I would describe it as Dragon Ball Z without much sound, there was a lot of standing around and staring). The next show, which I had never seen before and don't remember the name, suffered from similar problems as the first (namely, unintelligible theme music and characters doing things which made absolutely no sense). I don't remember much about it except some guy put a bunch of crows in glowing blue boxes with his mind...I would chalk this up to me tripping balls if I wasn't so sure it was a part of the show, lol.
12:00 am - I had had enough. I was ready to be done with this shit, so I climbed into bed and waited for the oblivion of sleep. I feel asleep with very little trouble.
I woke up the next day and felt very weird, not at all like I did the previous day. It's currently Monday night and I still don't feel 'normal'. I'm light-headed, and it's hard top focus. I've recently developed a slowly-building headache that isn't responding to aspirin, which is starting to annoy me.
I am still very interested in DXM, but I don't think I'm going to attempt such a large dose again until I have some more experience with it, and I probably won't dose for another couple weeks. I'm gonna stick with weed for a little while.
If you've read this whole thing, I thank you for it.
I don't know anyone else who has done DXM recreationally, so I figured the only way I would be able to discuss my experience would be here at Bluelight, as this site was the source of much of my information regarding DXM.
In case you're wondering, the second night is much more interesting than the first, especially if you're interested in bad trips.
For the record, I am a 19 year old college student and weigh roughly 220 lbs (~100 kgs).
Everything written is from memory/notes and recordings I took during the trips.
Day One (Friday - 2nd Plateau):
6:00 pm - I drink a bottle of Zicam Cough Max (~391.2 mg) with a Grapefruit Juice. I also take 4 25mg pills of benadryl, as I found that DXM makes me ridiculously itchy. I settle down on my bed to watch an episode of The Wire while I wait for the effects to kick in.
6:30 pm - I feel light-headed and a tingling sensation in my upper body. My past DXM use leads me to believe that I have roughly 20 minutes before I blast off.
7:00 pm - I turn off my laptop because it's getting hard to focus on the screen, and the dialogue is starting to confuse me. I bust out my mp3 player and put on Om - God is Good, hoping that the meditative quality of the music will aid me in my trip.
7:30 - 9:30 pm - The music has completely enveloped me. Though I only experience mild CEVs, I feel as if I've bee transported to a Middle Eastern locale. Though I know I'm still in my room, I feel that if I would open my eyes, I would find myself completely surrounded by desert. I feel very warm, and kinda wish I had pointed my fan in my direction, but since I am reluctant to try and move to and fix it, I deal with the heat, but I make a mental note to point it at myself next time I trip.
Halfway through this musical trip out, the album ends, and I have to navigate my mp3 player to find an album that would work. I land on Sleep - Jerusalem after what seems like an eternity (I have trouble reading, pretty bad double-vision. Also my fingers hard to use). Again, I experience more CEVs. My room is dark, but thin rays of light appear through my window blinds, so I decide to pull the blanket over my head to block out all light. With the blanket over my head, I open my eyes, and just like in 2001: A Space Odyssey, I said "My god, it's full of stars." It seemed like there were thousands of pinpoints of light that expanded as far as I could see. The blanket was right above my face, but it seemed like it wasn't there at all, like there was a enormous dome surrounding my entire body. This was probably the peak of my experience, as from this moment on the quality of the trip seems to fall. Another interesting part of the trip was when I took the blanket off my head and was thrust back into-semi reality. The fan that I mentioned earlier was pointed at my blinds, making them move gently back and forth. The light shining through them turned the blinds into a lightshow, almost as if I was watching TV. The shadow figures on the blinds dance and move in strange, alien patterns. In my mind, I formed a plot to the random movements, although it was so jumbled and confused that I couldn't even begin to relate it to you.
10:00 pm - Unfortunately, I had drank too much juice and water, so I desperately needed to use the bathroom. I live in a dorm, and was reluctant to leave my room as I had very little control over my body movements and the bathroom was all the way down the hall. I remember nothing of the trip to and from the bathroom, but I was apparently successful. I made a note to use an empty plastic bottle next time I had to pee during a trip, but holy crap did I screw this part up (more on this later).
10:15 pm - I sit down in my computer chair in total darkness and pick up my acoustic guitar. I didn't think I would be able to play at all since my fingers were still very much affected, but I tried to give it a shot anyway. I could only form simple chord patterns, but found myself able to do that reasonably well, and it occurred to me that it would be interesting to my sober-self to observe how the DXM affected my creative process.
I turned on Windows Sound Recorder and recorded myself playing guitar and singing for about 30 minutes. I didn't even realize I had left it on that long, and remember very little else about the recording process. When I played it back the next day, I was singing gibberish over a very simple riff/chord progression. It was a cool riff, but nothing else was intelligible. I at one point sang about "Jellybean-covered nachos" and a "Fire Hydrant full of ants". The entire recording was very stream-of-consciousness, which I think is where the DXM experience gets most of it's transportive psychedelia from.
11:00 pm - I lay back down to listen to more music, but find myself unable to achieve the same level of transportation as before. Still, the music was very enjoyable to listen to, and I listened to random things for the next hour or so.
12:00 am - The Benadryl had made me really drowsy, and most of the fun effects of the DXM had worn off so I decided to call it day. It was by far my best experience with the drug and I wish I had left it at that.
Day Two (Saturday - 3rd plateau)
I was a little hesitant to trip two days in a row, but after researching the potential risks, I decided that it wouldn't be that big of a deal, and I really didn't have anything better to do that day anyway. I had originally intended to do the same dose as the previous night, but for some reason, as I was in the store, I thought I would have to compensate for tolerance (which was a dumb idea) as I would for LSD. Plus, I figured that the previous night had gone so well that I would attempt to reach the third plateau this time. So I bought 2 bottles of Zicam Cough Max and went back to my dorm.
Unrelated: Does anyone else love the afterglow of DXM? After each of my previous experiences I woke up feeling refreshed, light. As I was walking to the store to pick up the bottles, I plugged in my mp3 player, and felt like I was walking on sunshine. Everything was bright, warm, happy. Maybe it's just Spring coming on after a terrible winter, but I felt wonderful. Like I was stoned without having smoked any weed. Everything just felt 'right'.
Anyway...
7:00 pm - I drink the two bottles (~782.4 mg) with GFJ and four more tabs of Benadryl. I am excited about the ensuing trip, especially after how wonderful the previous night had been, and assumed it could only be better with a higher dose. Oh man, hindsight was not so pretty. I settled in and watched more of The Wire while I waited for the effects to kick in.
8:00 pm - I took longer to feel the effects this time around and attributed it to my tolerance from the previous night, and was starting to get worried that the trip wouldn't be that great.
8:15 pm - Holy shit, wrong again. I skyrocketed from relatively-sober to 2nd plateau in a no time. At this point I decided I had to turn off the laptop and bust out the music, choosing go with a playlist (more droney, meditative stuff) I had made to ensure that I wouldn't have to fumble with the player while in space.
8:30 pm - The first signs that something might not be right appear. I begin to feel anxious as I slowly perceive myself losing contact with my physical body. The music becomes so intense that I have to take off my headphones to try and regain touch with reality. The sound of the fan is soothing, but does little to quell my fears that I had made a terrible mistake. I begin to think that I might be dying, almost convinced that this would be the last day of my life. I am tense, freaking out, thinking maybe I should induce vomiting in order to cut the trip short, but I have a hard time moving, and try to think things through. My rational mind, during this entire period, is telling me "You're okay, you took a drug, a relatively safe drug. You know this is a dissociative. You're going to be fine." I try to say this out loud, but my voice seems odd, almost alien. It definitely didn't sound like my voice and seemed to echo, as if distant. After what seems like hours in a terrified half-panic, I forget all about my previous apprehensions, and decide to put the music back on.
8:45 - 9:15 pm - I look at the clock on my mp3 player, and to my amazement/horror, only 15 minutes had gone by. I could've sworn up and down that I had been freaked out for a couple hours. Time had no meaning at this point. Anyway, this time the music was much more soothing. At this point, I found myself lost again in the music, but the strangest aspect of the trip this time was the movement. I was completely still through the entire trip, but it felt like the bed I was on was tipping from side to side, as if I were afloat at sea. A few times, it seemed as if my body was warping, like I had been bent into a circle, swirling down a drain into oblivion. It wasn't entirely pleasant, but I found it fascinating so I decided to let it continue.
My mind was racing, so many different subjects unconnected to one another passed through my mind. Some fascinating, some terrifying, some just downright weird. I didn't notice much in the way of OEVs or even CEVs at this point, and was mildly disappointed by this. The music was becoming less and less enjoyable. What I knew to be a band that specialized in slowly, droning music was now seeming fast, rushed. I knew there was something wrong, but I couldn't force myself to hear it as it should be heard and decided to take the headphones off. It was hard to distinguish any sort of melody, the notes just seemed to run into one another, like it was a constant, muddy drone.
9:30 - 10:30 pm - I tried very hard to enjoy the trip but found it increasingly difficult. Everything confused me and I was getting very hot again. The bed I was on seemed to be vibrating and my entire body was numb. It was at this point I found myself almost entirely dissociated. That is the one feeling that has stuck with me ever since the trip, the idea of floating above myself, looking down, wondering what the hell was happening. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time.
I soon found myself in need to use the bathroom, but luckily I had a large plastic bottle that I could relieve myself in. The bad news, which I should've known when I had gotten it, was that it was a mouthwash bottle. Yeah, I'm sure you reading this can figure out where the flaw in this plan was. The BBUUUURRRRRNNNN was terrible...just...just terrible. I almost dropped the bottle of piss on the floor, but, thankfully, I managed to firm my grip on it before the unthinkable happened (can you imagine mopping up piss while tripping on DXM?). So that went...well...and I decided to test my motor skills. Definitely impaired. I almost fell over a couple times. Then, I looked in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize myself. My eyes were wild, my hair was a mess, I was sweating...I looked half insane to be honest.
10:30 pm - 12:00 am - It was at this point that I decided I wanted to be done with the whole experience, so I decided to pass the time watching TV while the trip subsided. The TV was on Adult Swim, and the first program on was The Venture Brothers. I don't follow the show normally, but I had seen that episode before so I hoped I would be able to follow it...wrong. The characters seemed to be almost singing, as if they were auto-tuned to match up to the background music. Nothing made any sense, and the plot was impossible to follow, I was thankful when it was over. The next two shows were some Animes that I had never seen before. I would've changed the channel if I knew where the remote was, but I decided to go with it. First off was a show called Bleach. I remember the opening theme being the worst song I have ever heard: it had no melody and no rhythm and nothing else even resembling music. I expect that this was due to the DXM altering my perception, but I don't know. There was no music for the rest of the show, and the characters were dubbed in english, so the show was very quiet with occasional noises made by the characters. It was weird. I have seen english-dubbed anime before, but this was so unlike anything I have ever seen before (I would describe it as Dragon Ball Z without much sound, there was a lot of standing around and staring). The next show, which I had never seen before and don't remember the name, suffered from similar problems as the first (namely, unintelligible theme music and characters doing things which made absolutely no sense). I don't remember much about it except some guy put a bunch of crows in glowing blue boxes with his mind...I would chalk this up to me tripping balls if I wasn't so sure it was a part of the show, lol.
12:00 am - I had had enough. I was ready to be done with this shit, so I climbed into bed and waited for the oblivion of sleep. I feel asleep with very little trouble.
I woke up the next day and felt very weird, not at all like I did the previous day. It's currently Monday night and I still don't feel 'normal'. I'm light-headed, and it's hard top focus. I've recently developed a slowly-building headache that isn't responding to aspirin, which is starting to annoy me.
I am still very interested in DXM, but I don't think I'm going to attempt such a large dose again until I have some more experience with it, and I probably won't dose for another couple weeks. I'm gonna stick with weed for a little while.
If you've read this whole thing, I thank you for it.
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