Well this is my first thread, so here it goes
About a year ago I was at a party where a couple of kids went up to wally world to get drinks and stuff. There was alcohol there, but I didn't drink at the time so i was content with just chilling with the girls there, and messign around on the trampoline. But, when the other kids came back they brought with them something i had nver heard of: coricidin cold&cough. They said that they had heard it would get you really fucked up really fast, so i hesitated. it was my first experience with ANY kind of drug ever. but I figured what the hell, you only live once.
my dose was i believe 6 pills, roughly 120mg of DXM i believe
Looking back now, I realize that I hadn't even had a full trip, but the difference in what I had felt was amazing. I was warm, fuzzy, and content with sitting in a car and staring out at an empty field all night.
From then on I started stealing it myself, and my next dose was about 8 pills. pretty much the same effect, but with slightly stronger feeling of euphoria. I stayed with eight for about two months, only taking them on weekends, and then made a huge leap up to 12(for me)
The trip was totally different at the point. The euphoria faded into the background as I fel time itself warp around me. I know this is an extremely common feeling with the use of different drugs, but for some reason I always thought that it was different for me. The people around me slowed to a crawl, and i felt like i moved at regular speed. I wasn't at the point where my reflexes had been diminished, so I would constantly run around my friends basement, looking for new things to do or places to explore
again for about two months this was my norm.
My next jump was to 16-18 depending on if i had a few packs or not. I believe this is the second plateau of DXM. I stopped doing it at my friends house, and became a rather solitary person on the weekends. On friday I would come hme from school, fire up whatever videogame had my interest, and play until dusk. Then I'd take my pills and read until everything kicked in. I began to have closed eye hallucintaions, and when my eyes were open, a pleasent spinning of the room, that in reality was probably me rocking back and forth.
again for about two months i kept this cycle up, until somewhere around last february?ish I decided that I would amp myself up to the max.
The rest of what i put was pleasent to me, and to others, I would think, as well: however I would STRONGLY advise NEVER to do what I did.
I took about forty pills on friday night, and set myself up with everything I would need for the whole weekend. my parents went away to god-knows-where and I brought up electrolyte-filled drinks to prevent dehydration, crackers to help stop me from puking after all the pills, as well as to dry up some of the saliva that would inevitably fill my mouth, all the blankets i could find (I get cold very easily, and i set them up so if i fell I wouldnt crack my skull open), and tissues for the runny nose I was expecting. Don't think I wasn't going to shower, the bathroom was right next to my room.
As I lay on my futon wondering when the trip would start a calm came over me like at the start of all of my trips(excluding my first). I wrapped up in my blankets and read a book to bide my time. I slipped into my usual second stage trance, where time slows and i quicken. I believe I had the strokes playing in the background as my sort of mood music(thats what always pops into my head when i think of this trip). When I closed my eyes a vision of a tiny world sprang into my mind, a large orb of primordial "soup" that was responsive to my touch. I began to move my fingers around it, and the oceans responded by swirling. as i pulled my fingers back jagged peaks sprouted from the water. a breath sprouted continents teeming with plants while a thought would brings animals or people into existence. I was playing God, and damn proud of it. when I opened my eyes not two minutes had passed. and the rocking was strong enough to knock me into my bed(i pushed them together to prevent any falls lol). the enxt time i closed my eyes I saw my house from a top down view. I wa flying above the cruddy little town i lived in. I could backflip, somersault, dive and spin. It felt more real than life itself. I had visions like this all night, and when i awoke up at 9PM the next day i felt great. I took a shower(which oddly enough makes my trip stronger) settled back into bed and tripped for a few more hours until i fell asleep.
That's kinda my brief history of coricidin.
substancecode_dxm
About a year ago I was at a party where a couple of kids went up to wally world to get drinks and stuff. There was alcohol there, but I didn't drink at the time so i was content with just chilling with the girls there, and messign around on the trampoline. But, when the other kids came back they brought with them something i had nver heard of: coricidin cold&cough. They said that they had heard it would get you really fucked up really fast, so i hesitated. it was my first experience with ANY kind of drug ever. but I figured what the hell, you only live once.
my dose was i believe 6 pills, roughly 120mg of DXM i believe
Looking back now, I realize that I hadn't even had a full trip, but the difference in what I had felt was amazing. I was warm, fuzzy, and content with sitting in a car and staring out at an empty field all night.
From then on I started stealing it myself, and my next dose was about 8 pills. pretty much the same effect, but with slightly stronger feeling of euphoria. I stayed with eight for about two months, only taking them on weekends, and then made a huge leap up to 12(for me)
The trip was totally different at the point. The euphoria faded into the background as I fel time itself warp around me. I know this is an extremely common feeling with the use of different drugs, but for some reason I always thought that it was different for me. The people around me slowed to a crawl, and i felt like i moved at regular speed. I wasn't at the point where my reflexes had been diminished, so I would constantly run around my friends basement, looking for new things to do or places to explore
again for about two months this was my norm.
My next jump was to 16-18 depending on if i had a few packs or not. I believe this is the second plateau of DXM. I stopped doing it at my friends house, and became a rather solitary person on the weekends. On friday I would come hme from school, fire up whatever videogame had my interest, and play until dusk. Then I'd take my pills and read until everything kicked in. I began to have closed eye hallucintaions, and when my eyes were open, a pleasent spinning of the room, that in reality was probably me rocking back and forth.
again for about two months i kept this cycle up, until somewhere around last february?ish I decided that I would amp myself up to the max.
The rest of what i put was pleasent to me, and to others, I would think, as well: however I would STRONGLY advise NEVER to do what I did.
I took about forty pills on friday night, and set myself up with everything I would need for the whole weekend. my parents went away to god-knows-where and I brought up electrolyte-filled drinks to prevent dehydration, crackers to help stop me from puking after all the pills, as well as to dry up some of the saliva that would inevitably fill my mouth, all the blankets i could find (I get cold very easily, and i set them up so if i fell I wouldnt crack my skull open), and tissues for the runny nose I was expecting. Don't think I wasn't going to shower, the bathroom was right next to my room.
As I lay on my futon wondering when the trip would start a calm came over me like at the start of all of my trips(excluding my first). I wrapped up in my blankets and read a book to bide my time. I slipped into my usual second stage trance, where time slows and i quicken. I believe I had the strokes playing in the background as my sort of mood music(thats what always pops into my head when i think of this trip). When I closed my eyes a vision of a tiny world sprang into my mind, a large orb of primordial "soup" that was responsive to my touch. I began to move my fingers around it, and the oceans responded by swirling. as i pulled my fingers back jagged peaks sprouted from the water. a breath sprouted continents teeming with plants while a thought would brings animals or people into existence. I was playing God, and damn proud of it. when I opened my eyes not two minutes had passed. and the rocking was strong enough to knock me into my bed(i pushed them together to prevent any falls lol). the enxt time i closed my eyes I saw my house from a top down view. I wa flying above the cruddy little town i lived in. I could backflip, somersault, dive and spin. It felt more real than life itself. I had visions like this all night, and when i awoke up at 9PM the next day i felt great. I took a shower(which oddly enough makes my trip stronger) settled back into bed and tripped for a few more hours until i fell asleep.
That's kinda my brief history of coricidin.
substancecode_dxm
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