My usual DXM trip is somewhere around 6-8mg/kg. I like it there, upper second plateau. Well for whatever reason last night while I was in the process of consuming that amount, my dex brain says why not take the other bit you have...
10:30 - took 20 gels, 300mg, Washed these down with about 10oz of GFJ to potentiate.
11:30 - tore open a Zicam Cough MAX mist. 391mg
12:16 - Tore open another Zicam, only I didnt quite get all the juice in there. ~375.
Irregardless I think it was safe to say when all said and done I was probably close to 11mg/kg.
Wow. Lzst time I tried this much, it just was cloudy and difficult. This was not the case. I had clarity and an excellent focus. I chose to let DXM guide me instead of the opposite.
Laying back in my bed, I feel like I'm spinning, like in one of those front load dryer machines. Eventually I feel weightless cause thats what happens when you spin fast.
All of a sudden, it was like there were two copies of my room. Me, bed, dog, everything was duplicated. I could see through the other wall, into the other copy. Part of me got pulled through the wall, and eagerly I let the rest follow.
I believe I was now in the 3rd plateau. My entire body melted down to nothingness. I was a flowing spirit.
This parts cool
Much of the next hour or so was spent changing "rooms." I would look to my left/right/up/down, and amazingly there would be a stretching and distorting until it all snapped back together and WHAM. Here i was in a new room. Still laying down mind you, not having twitched at all. Usually the rooms were huge. Some however were small caves. Some were in castles. Some were in ancient egyptian pyramids. It was as if my bed could roll with me wherever we went. Sometimes the transitions were my call and other times I had to wait for something to pass or for things to happen.
Some of these rooms had alternate realities. Things were upside down, colors were inverted, or people looked distant and unusual. Hard to explain.
I would occasionally flash back into my real room to check on my body. I wanted to make sure it hadnt done anything stupid or lost itself or fallen out the window.
After I had come down a little from the room changing I rejoined my body to do some exploration in my room. I set up a "camp" on the floor. Interestingly when I looked under my bed, or behind it there appeared to be absolutely nothing. Like it was a wormhole of sorts. So I went in to it. Somehow I ended up back in bed, on the left side (I sleep on the right). Confused, I looked back to my right to see another copy of me. Figuring I had just screwed the whole universe I looked at myself and said "you need to go."
this one too!
At that moment, and I joke you not. God came down and abolished the other copy. God was a large gold rectangle, like a brick, with a flowing white beard and face and white eyebrows. Flying in at high speed he collided with my other body, and nothing was left of it.
I also concluded my bathroom door was a demon door but I opened it anyway. It was merely my chinchilla making all the noise back in there. He greeted me excitedly and to me looked to be a puzzling creature.
At about 6 AM I swallowed a Zolpidem in an effort to get some amount of sleep. I was way too wired.
Got up around 10 feeling great and wrote this. Thanks to anyone who read it all through.
substancecode_dxm
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_experienced
roacode_oral
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
exptype_spiritual
10:30 - took 20 gels, 300mg, Washed these down with about 10oz of GFJ to potentiate.
11:30 - tore open a Zicam Cough MAX mist. 391mg
12:16 - Tore open another Zicam, only I didnt quite get all the juice in there. ~375.
Irregardless I think it was safe to say when all said and done I was probably close to 11mg/kg.
Wow. Lzst time I tried this much, it just was cloudy and difficult. This was not the case. I had clarity and an excellent focus. I chose to let DXM guide me instead of the opposite.
Laying back in my bed, I feel like I'm spinning, like in one of those front load dryer machines. Eventually I feel weightless cause thats what happens when you spin fast.
All of a sudden, it was like there were two copies of my room. Me, bed, dog, everything was duplicated. I could see through the other wall, into the other copy. Part of me got pulled through the wall, and eagerly I let the rest follow.
I believe I was now in the 3rd plateau. My entire body melted down to nothingness. I was a flowing spirit.
This parts cool
Much of the next hour or so was spent changing "rooms." I would look to my left/right/up/down, and amazingly there would be a stretching and distorting until it all snapped back together and WHAM. Here i was in a new room. Still laying down mind you, not having twitched at all. Usually the rooms were huge. Some however were small caves. Some were in castles. Some were in ancient egyptian pyramids. It was as if my bed could roll with me wherever we went. Sometimes the transitions were my call and other times I had to wait for something to pass or for things to happen.
Some of these rooms had alternate realities. Things were upside down, colors were inverted, or people looked distant and unusual. Hard to explain.
I would occasionally flash back into my real room to check on my body. I wanted to make sure it hadnt done anything stupid or lost itself or fallen out the window.
After I had come down a little from the room changing I rejoined my body to do some exploration in my room. I set up a "camp" on the floor. Interestingly when I looked under my bed, or behind it there appeared to be absolutely nothing. Like it was a wormhole of sorts. So I went in to it. Somehow I ended up back in bed, on the left side (I sleep on the right). Confused, I looked back to my right to see another copy of me. Figuring I had just screwed the whole universe I looked at myself and said "you need to go."
this one too!
At that moment, and I joke you not. God came down and abolished the other copy. God was a large gold rectangle, like a brick, with a flowing white beard and face and white eyebrows. Flying in at high speed he collided with my other body, and nothing was left of it.
I also concluded my bathroom door was a demon door but I opened it anyway. It was merely my chinchilla making all the noise back in there. He greeted me excitedly and to me looked to be a puzzling creature.
At about 6 AM I swallowed a Zolpidem in an effort to get some amount of sleep. I was way too wired.
Got up around 10 feeling great and wrote this. Thanks to anyone who read it all through.
substancecode_dxm
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_experienced
roacode_oral
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
exptype_spiritual
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...which is not cool. Also manic reactions. be safe