Plateau 3 DXM - first time tripping
Ok background. I am an 18yo male, 70kg (Roughly 140 pounds). I am experienced with pot, ecstasy and amphetamines and have also tried nitrous and a plateau 2 DXM experience with friends. This was a level 3 experience on my own.
I have never really 'tripped' before, the closest has been a level 2 DXM experience and I think one mad ecstasy+speed+pot+nitrous night came close
. I made the decison because I had the house to myself and was bored. Yes it was stupid to trip alone and without good reason but I knew this and just didn't care. I do not regret the experience.
I drank 600mg and settled down to watch TV at 10:30pm. About T+30minutes its effects began to creep up then T+40 minutes to 70minutes I was basically thrown headfirst into this extremely intense reality. I am not going to do a chronological dialogue - It gets boring and its impossible to place a timeline over the experience. Instead ill just make a few comments.
If I could only describe it with one word I would choose intense. Two words: fucking intense. There was very little euphoric feeling (if any) brought about by the DXM, occasionally I thought 'this is kinda cool' but it took hard mental effort to make it worthwhile and enjoyable. I could fully understand the majority of people hating it. I liked it. It was very scary at times, twice I became paranoid about heading into a bad trip (and did for a short time, but pulled out before event horizon). I was also genuinely worried that I had gone permanently mad. Looking back its hilarious but when its T+4 hours and you are still walking in a manner best described as a jelly puppet and believe your brain cells have all rotated 90 degrees and subsequently changed their inter-connecting paths it is not so funny
But what made it interesting was the ability to visualise issues and problems (whether deep-emotional or just random thoughts) into geometric representations then explore and manipulate these geometric objects like a logic puzzle. Solve the tangible geometric puzzle and it in turn brings about solutions to the original issue. Usually I felt like I was inside the puzzle changing it with my mind rather than playing with it like a toy in my hands. I must stress that the issue and the visualisation are strongly connected - in fact impossible to separate. (proof-reading this passage - it makes little sense but I hope some will recognise what I mean. And If you do I challenge you to try explain it) Of course this is all assuming it doesn't break open into infinite pieces mid-way and then you zoom into one of the pieces and repeat the whole process on a different chain of thought.
Now at what I estimate was T+2 hours I was at my peak. I went through a particularly intense stage I'll try and describe. I felt as if layers were being torn from myself. Not physical layers but layers in who I am mentally and emotionally. These are the layers which are built upon a person as that person grows and matures. The layers are created from a persons experience and hence dependant on a their environment and society. As the layers get thicker the real person is obscured and they are instead represented by the layers built upon them . . . . . NOT who they REALLY are. These 'layers' are a shield for the otherwise unprotected 'core' of a person - what makes them unique.
Anyway my layers were peeling off, and with them was societies expectations, moral right and wrongs, etc etc etc. As they came off I was able to get extreme insights into my personalitly and how important experiences in my life built the person I am today. This continued for a while (could have been 10 seconds could have been 30 minutes I really couldn't tell you) then all of a sudden there were no more layers to peel! All that was left at the centre was a glowing spherical nucleous. This was me. I guess you could describe it as the DNA of my personality. It was so bright, so intense I could barely get a grasp on it and comprehend it. I remember beginning to understand it, but not what happened next. I probably lost my train of thought. Or maybe I found the meaning of life but then forgot
At about T+4 hours I was tired and decided to go to bed. I was definitely still tripping although not as hard as earilier. I fell right to sleep I wish I could remember the dreams I had - they must have been wacky.
Day after I was definitely hung-over. Felt kinda groggy and just couldn't be fucked doing much. Watched TV most the day which I hate doing I am usually a relatively motivated person. I do not wish to trip again soon (actually I want to take a break from ALL drugs for a while - I'm aiming for a short-term goal of a week ) although I know sometime I will have to go back into that wonderful reality that is DXM level 3.
Actually that just made me think of one more thing, I remember watching Alice in Wonderland while I was younger. It was amazing all the new and wonderful experiences Alice was having in this new kingdom, but there was something sinister and scary about it (I havn't seen it in ages, but I recall it was scary to me when I was young). The DXM trip was like being put into Alice's shoes - everything is wonderful and new and begging to be explored but scary, maybe dangerous.
[Added paragraphs -Splatt]
Ok background. I am an 18yo male, 70kg (Roughly 140 pounds). I am experienced with pot, ecstasy and amphetamines and have also tried nitrous and a plateau 2 DXM experience with friends. This was a level 3 experience on my own.
I have never really 'tripped' before, the closest has been a level 2 DXM experience and I think one mad ecstasy+speed+pot+nitrous night came close
. I made the decison because I had the house to myself and was bored. Yes it was stupid to trip alone and without good reason but I knew this and just didn't care. I do not regret the experience. I drank 600mg and settled down to watch TV at 10:30pm. About T+30minutes its effects began to creep up then T+40 minutes to 70minutes I was basically thrown headfirst into this extremely intense reality. I am not going to do a chronological dialogue - It gets boring and its impossible to place a timeline over the experience. Instead ill just make a few comments.
If I could only describe it with one word I would choose intense. Two words: fucking intense
. There was very little euphoric feeling (if any) brought about by the DXM, occasionally I thought 'this is kinda cool' but it took hard mental effort to make it worthwhile and enjoyable. I could fully understand the majority of people hating it. I liked it. It was very scary at times, twice I became paranoid about heading into a bad trip (and did for a short time, but pulled out before event horizon). I was also genuinely worried that I had gone permanently mad. Looking back its hilarious but when its T+4 hours and you are still walking in a manner best described as a jelly puppet and believe your brain cells have all rotated 90 degrees and subsequently changed their inter-connecting paths it is not so funny But what made it interesting was the ability to visualise issues and problems (whether deep-emotional or just random thoughts) into geometric representations then explore and manipulate these geometric objects like a logic puzzle. Solve the tangible geometric puzzle and it in turn brings about solutions to the original issue. Usually I felt like I was inside the puzzle changing it with my mind rather than playing with it like a toy in my hands. I must stress that the issue and the visualisation are strongly connected - in fact impossible to separate. (proof-reading this passage - it makes little sense but I hope some will recognise what I mean
. And If you do I challenge you to try explain it) Of course this is all assuming it doesn't break open into infinite pieces mid-way and then you zoom into one of the pieces and repeat the whole process on a different chain of thought. Now at what I estimate was T+2 hours I was at my peak. I went through a particularly intense stage I'll try and describe. I felt as if layers were being torn from myself. Not physical layers but layers in who I am mentally and emotionally. These are the layers which are built upon a person as that person grows and matures. The layers are created from a persons experience and hence dependant on a their environment and society. As the layers get thicker the real person is obscured and they are instead represented by the layers built upon them . . . . . NOT who they REALLY are. These 'layers' are a shield for the otherwise unprotected 'core' of a person - what makes them unique.
Anyway my layers were peeling off, and with them was societies expectations, moral right and wrongs, etc etc etc. As they came off I was able to get extreme insights into my personalitly and how important experiences in my life built the person I am today. This continued for a while (could have been 10 seconds could have been 30 minutes I really couldn't tell you) then all of a sudden there were no more layers to peel! All that was left at the centre was a glowing spherical nucleous. This was me. I guess you could describe it as the DNA of my personality. It was so bright, so intense I could barely get a grasp on it and comprehend it. I remember beginning to understand it, but not what happened next. I probably lost my train of thought. Or maybe I found the meaning of life but then forgot
At about T+4 hours I was tired and decided to go to bed. I was definitely still tripping although not as hard as earilier. I fell right to sleep I wish I could remember the dreams I had - they must have been wacky.
Day after I was definitely hung-over. Felt kinda groggy and just couldn't be fucked doing much. Watched TV most the day which I hate doing I am usually a relatively motivated person. I do not wish to trip again soon (actually I want to take a break from ALL drugs for a while - I'm aiming for a short-term goal of a week
) although I know sometime I will have to go back into that wonderful reality that is DXM level 3. Actually that just made me think of one more thing, I remember watching Alice in Wonderland while I was younger. It was amazing all the new and wonderful experiences Alice was having in this new kingdom, but there was something sinister and scary about it (I havn't seen it in ages, but I recall it was scary to me when I was young). The DXM trip was like being put into Alice's shoes - everything is wonderful and new and begging to be explored but scary, maybe dangerous.
[Added paragraphs -Splatt]
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