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Bluelighter
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Dosage:
200ml Robitussin DX (600mg DXM)
Background Info:
I was only 15, and eager to try a few certain substances. I had recently discovered the vaults of Erowid, and had educated myself on many chemicals that I had misconceptions of, mainly due to ‘drug-education’ at school - things like: ecstasy pills often contain coke or heroin, LSD causes brain damage or marijuana is highly addicted! Personally I think they should be telling us useful information like the truth or at least something like “what to do if your friend is OD’ing” rather than made up bullshit to scare us but hey, that’s the way it is, and I’m getting off topic here.
So I’m 15, found out drugs aren’t nearly as bad as they are made out to be, and had tried pot a few times and shrooms once as a result. I was ultimately determined to try LSD (and did months later in life, I’ll save that for a different report) but was still unable to find a source for it. Another drug which had struck my interest was DXM, which surprised me greatly to find it was readily available OTC. So with my new found eagerness to try drugs, one seemingly normal day when I was home “sick” from school seemed like the perfect time to try out DXM.
The Experience:
I was in my room, with the Robitussin sitting in a glass in front of me. I looked at the thick suspension for a few moments before shutting my eyes and downing the foul tasting liquid. It seemed to take minutes but was probably only seconds before I had finished consuming it. In less than a couple hours the drug would have fully consumed me
While I was waiting for the drug to kick in, I listened to some mellow music (chillout session) and wrote a rather large entry in my journal - not of the trip, but just about things in general. I was surprisingly open in my entry, and I would attribute this to the DXM, since I had often found difficulties in writing down my thoughts and emotions. Very soon after finishing the entry, I felt very light-headed, slight nausea coming on and pretty much decided to just lay down in my bed. The chillout session was still playing in the background, and the music itself really gave me a calm and euphoric feeling, yet when I blocked my ears I felt edgy and nervous. I couldn’t bare to torture my hearing by blocking out the music any longer, and so I just lay content, listening to music for what must have been one or two minutes. Then, my vision faded to black.
The next thing I knew, I was at school. Or rather, what I thought to be school. I could see the quadrangle court as I had always known it, and I could hear all my friends talking to one another, the usual schoolyard chit-chat. But, I couldn’t actually *see* any of my friends. It was very bizarre, like I could sense everyone, to the point where I knew exactly where they were standing, their posture, hand gestures, what they were eating … but this was entirely from sound. I could still see the school yard, just without any students. As I listened to my friends talk, they suddenly started talking about me, and why I wasn’t at school. At this point, I guess it must have clicked in my head that I was in fact tripping, and once again my vision faded to black.
When my vision returned, I was back in my room. This was a bit of a relief as although I had not been scared from the trip, I was quite surprised at how real it seemed. My eyes looked around the room, but not by my will. It was more like my eyes wanted to show me something, and I couldn’t stop what they would look at. Finally I realised, to my dismay, what my eyes were trying to tell me. A lot of the furniture in my room seemed to be missing. A feeling of “WTF” spread over me, and I blinked my eyes in disbelief. The third time I did this, I suddenly found that I was no longer blinking, but rather floating above some kid sitting in his bed blinking. Straight away I realised that I was looking down at myself, but before I could think any further I was being led through the wall of my room by some unknown entity. It had a body similar to a human, but I couldn’t properly focus my vision on it, so I can’t really explain in detail how it looked. Rather, It was somehow explaining to me without words or gestures that it was an entity, and I felt as if I just knew what it was, and that I should follow it. I came into another room, empty, floating high above it with the entity still leading me on. Through the next wall I went, into another empty room, then on into another. Eventually I came to a room and the entity stopped. My eyes once again forced me to look at certain parts of the room, and I noticed that there was a person in there. The entity was talking to the person, though it said no words nor gave any gestures, but the person would reply things like “Oh, really?” or “ahhh”. After a while I felt as though I could understand what the entity was saying, though once again I’m not sure how, and I could only hear selected words out of the sentences it was saying. Slowly, the sentences became more and more complete, before finally I could decipher what it was actually telling the person. As I listened, I suddenly became very shocked. What the entity was describing to the person, was my entire thoughts and emotions, things that had happened, and things that I had done. Once more my eyes decided to force me to look somewhere, and as I focused them on the person, I completely sketched out. It was my mum. I panicked. I kept thinking thoughts like “…she knows everything, she knows you’ve had dxm, knows everything else you’ve done…”. Then came that familiar blackness.
I woke in my bed and found I was back in my room. My eyes darted around the room, and I was very happy to be in control of them again, however my vision was as though I was incredibly drunk, I found it very difficult to focus and also noted minor OEV’s. As I looked around, I noted that my furniture was exactly how it should have been, and I realised that I had just been tripping out before. I rolled over and felt an uncomfortable itchiness throughout my body. My heart was still pounding from the previous experience, and I spent the next 10 minutes reassuring myself that nothing really happened, there was no entity and it certainly didn’t tell my mum everything I didn’t want her to know. Slowly, I got out of bed, and tried to walk to the bathroom. Each step was like some giant effort, and I felt really fucked up. I actually passed my mum as I was walking there, and she commented how I looked “really sick”. I had completely forgotten I had taken the day off from school with an “illness”.
I don’t even remember walking back from the bathroom, though I somehow ended back in my room. I put the movie ‘Fantasia’ on, but I couldn’t properly see what was going on. It was as though the picture started all black, and slowly built itself up over a few seconds to the point where I could almost make out what it was. Then, the scene would change, and everything would go black and start all over again. The only reason I knew I was actually watching the movie was because I could hear it, and despite my vision being far from with it, the music seemed very bold and deep, and it pretty much was the movie for me, since I couldn’t make anything out onscreen. Over the course of the next few hours, my OEV’s ceased and my unfocused vision slowly became better. It took quite a long time for my vision to become “focused” again, and I was quite annoyed at waiting for this effect to subside. By about 8 hours after ingesting it, the effects were finally over.
Conclusion:
For me, this experience really enlightened me on the spiritual side to drugs, and just how strong an experience can be (alot stronger than mine i'll bet). However, the itchiness was very uncomfortable, and waiting for my vision to refocus was just annoying. The next few days after the trip, I had an urge to take dxm again, though a few seconds of rational thought told me not to. I have since tried DXM a couple more times with similar doses, but have not remembered anything about the trips.
That’s it for my report, hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!
200ml Robitussin DX (600mg DXM)
Background Info:
I was only 15, and eager to try a few certain substances. I had recently discovered the vaults of Erowid, and had educated myself on many chemicals that I had misconceptions of, mainly due to ‘drug-education’ at school - things like: ecstasy pills often contain coke or heroin, LSD causes brain damage or marijuana is highly addicted! Personally I think they should be telling us useful information like the truth or at least something like “what to do if your friend is OD’ing” rather than made up bullshit to scare us but hey, that’s the way it is, and I’m getting off topic here.
So I’m 15, found out drugs aren’t nearly as bad as they are made out to be, and had tried pot a few times and shrooms once as a result. I was ultimately determined to try LSD (and did months later in life, I’ll save that for a different report) but was still unable to find a source for it. Another drug which had struck my interest was DXM, which surprised me greatly to find it was readily available OTC. So with my new found eagerness to try drugs, one seemingly normal day when I was home “sick” from school seemed like the perfect time to try out DXM.
The Experience:
I was in my room, with the Robitussin sitting in a glass in front of me. I looked at the thick suspension for a few moments before shutting my eyes and downing the foul tasting liquid. It seemed to take minutes but was probably only seconds before I had finished consuming it. In less than a couple hours the drug would have fully consumed me
While I was waiting for the drug to kick in, I listened to some mellow music (chillout session) and wrote a rather large entry in my journal - not of the trip, but just about things in general. I was surprisingly open in my entry, and I would attribute this to the DXM, since I had often found difficulties in writing down my thoughts and emotions. Very soon after finishing the entry, I felt very light-headed, slight nausea coming on and pretty much decided to just lay down in my bed. The chillout session was still playing in the background, and the music itself really gave me a calm and euphoric feeling, yet when I blocked my ears I felt edgy and nervous. I couldn’t bare to torture my hearing by blocking out the music any longer, and so I just lay content, listening to music for what must have been one or two minutes. Then, my vision faded to black.
The next thing I knew, I was at school. Or rather, what I thought to be school. I could see the quadrangle court as I had always known it, and I could hear all my friends talking to one another, the usual schoolyard chit-chat. But, I couldn’t actually *see* any of my friends. It was very bizarre, like I could sense everyone, to the point where I knew exactly where they were standing, their posture, hand gestures, what they were eating … but this was entirely from sound. I could still see the school yard, just without any students. As I listened to my friends talk, they suddenly started talking about me, and why I wasn’t at school. At this point, I guess it must have clicked in my head that I was in fact tripping, and once again my vision faded to black.
When my vision returned, I was back in my room. This was a bit of a relief as although I had not been scared from the trip, I was quite surprised at how real it seemed. My eyes looked around the room, but not by my will. It was more like my eyes wanted to show me something, and I couldn’t stop what they would look at. Finally I realised, to my dismay, what my eyes were trying to tell me. A lot of the furniture in my room seemed to be missing. A feeling of “WTF” spread over me, and I blinked my eyes in disbelief. The third time I did this, I suddenly found that I was no longer blinking, but rather floating above some kid sitting in his bed blinking. Straight away I realised that I was looking down at myself, but before I could think any further I was being led through the wall of my room by some unknown entity. It had a body similar to a human, but I couldn’t properly focus my vision on it, so I can’t really explain in detail how it looked. Rather, It was somehow explaining to me without words or gestures that it was an entity, and I felt as if I just knew what it was, and that I should follow it. I came into another room, empty, floating high above it with the entity still leading me on. Through the next wall I went, into another empty room, then on into another. Eventually I came to a room and the entity stopped. My eyes once again forced me to look at certain parts of the room, and I noticed that there was a person in there. The entity was talking to the person, though it said no words nor gave any gestures, but the person would reply things like “Oh, really?” or “ahhh”. After a while I felt as though I could understand what the entity was saying, though once again I’m not sure how, and I could only hear selected words out of the sentences it was saying. Slowly, the sentences became more and more complete, before finally I could decipher what it was actually telling the person. As I listened, I suddenly became very shocked. What the entity was describing to the person, was my entire thoughts and emotions, things that had happened, and things that I had done. Once more my eyes decided to force me to look somewhere, and as I focused them on the person, I completely sketched out. It was my mum. I panicked. I kept thinking thoughts like “…she knows everything, she knows you’ve had dxm, knows everything else you’ve done…”. Then came that familiar blackness.
I woke in my bed and found I was back in my room. My eyes darted around the room, and I was very happy to be in control of them again, however my vision was as though I was incredibly drunk, I found it very difficult to focus and also noted minor OEV’s. As I looked around, I noted that my furniture was exactly how it should have been, and I realised that I had just been tripping out before. I rolled over and felt an uncomfortable itchiness throughout my body. My heart was still pounding from the previous experience, and I spent the next 10 minutes reassuring myself that nothing really happened, there was no entity and it certainly didn’t tell my mum everything I didn’t want her to know. Slowly, I got out of bed, and tried to walk to the bathroom. Each step was like some giant effort, and I felt really fucked up. I actually passed my mum as I was walking there, and she commented how I looked “really sick”. I had completely forgotten I had taken the day off from school with an “illness”.
I don’t even remember walking back from the bathroom, though I somehow ended back in my room. I put the movie ‘Fantasia’ on, but I couldn’t properly see what was going on. It was as though the picture started all black, and slowly built itself up over a few seconds to the point where I could almost make out what it was. Then, the scene would change, and everything would go black and start all over again. The only reason I knew I was actually watching the movie was because I could hear it, and despite my vision being far from with it, the music seemed very bold and deep, and it pretty much was the movie for me, since I couldn’t make anything out onscreen. Over the course of the next few hours, my OEV’s ceased and my unfocused vision slowly became better. It took quite a long time for my vision to become “focused” again, and I was quite annoyed at waiting for this effect to subside. By about 8 hours after ingesting it, the effects were finally over.
Conclusion:
For me, this experience really enlightened me on the spiritual side to drugs, and just how strong an experience can be (alot stronger than mine i'll bet). However, the itchiness was very uncomfortable, and waiting for my vision to refocus was just annoying. The next few days after the trip, I had an urge to take dxm again, though a few seconds of rational thought told me not to. I have since tried DXM a couple more times with similar doses, but have not remembered anything about the trips.
That’s it for my report, hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!
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