OK. I've used DXM a few times before. As of this writing it's exactly 4 times. I know, not vast quantities of experience. I read a lot about the stuff before I tried it the first time. And it was good. REally interesting, a stoned high feeling (I took about 600 mg and weight 190 lbs) so this was OK. Eventually I reached the second plateau and this was again a very nice effect.
So after the first few times, gradually increasing to 800 max, as I didn't want to do more then, I began to read about Plateau Sigma. (Check the Erowid entry on DXM for more info). I decided, purely as a curiosity and a matter of experience to try it. Stupid stupid stupid! The idea of intense vivid hallucinations was appealing, too.
I began my regimen with a dose of 400, carefully ensuring I wouldn't go over the 3g (which is probably the largest dosage without hospitalization though I would never ever recommend it). I ultimately decided to take much much less (about 2g) and so counted out the little gel caps and put them in bottles for proper administration. The first dose was at 3:30 pm.
I didn't feel much until about 6-6:30, when I felt the slow, rising feeling of stoning. I had to go pick up family so off I went and returned to the house, when I took another dose, this time about 600 mg or so. By then I was feeling the full effects of a first plateau trip and sat on my bed. I watched a movie with the family and felt it increasing. I got more stoned-feeling and lay down on the bed.
8:00pm- As I began to come down from the first dose, the second one kicked in. OK. I felt more stoned, and I was going up up up! Audio euphoria and all. I put on some classical in the background and just floated away. Wonderful, I was joyous and happy. Full of positivity and so, around 9 I took the next dose. I felt more stoned, and things started to become more vivid, with my perception becoming more distorted.
9:30 pm - Colors became more vivid, there was strobe-like effect after the third dose. So I popped on a movie and watched it. In the beginning, it was a good idea. Until the third dose kicked in....
i started to feel things too much. I felt heavy and tired, I couldn't walk properly when I wanted to use the bathroom. I closed my eyes and opened them, I could swear the movie was yelling at me...I sat up. I laid down. I wondered who this person was who was sitting up and laying down. Why was the room so small? Why was I so big? Who is that wierd guy? IS that me? Really? I felt sick.
9:45 - I vomited. A lot. My family wanted to know what happened. I blamed food poisoning. I was so out of it, but I helped clean up anyway. I was sick and didn't like this anymore.
I laid down again. I stared at my hands. I opened and closed them. There was a perceptual delay. My mind could only process so quickly. This was not slow enough. I wondered what would happen next...
10:00 - scared. Frightened. Voices whispered that everyone knew everything. They knew I was tripping. They knew. They all knew. They would tell someone. Who? Everyone. Everyone knew. I told myself it was OK. But I didn't want to look at myself in the mirror. "Scary. Too scary," I thought. I knew I'd have to walk the dog in an hour. I didn't want to.
10:30 Everything went insane. Or I did. I don't know. I tried to walk. I felt like I was being controlled. MY movements were stiff. I felt like Harryhausen had made me into a character in a movie. I was scared. I looked at my legs. They looked like someone drew them using lithograph techniques.
11:00 pm dog walking time. Not good. NOt good. I had to walk down the stairs slowly. Very slowly. I held onto the walls which got closer and farther. I opened the door, again slowly. I arrived at the first floor. I saw people "They know! They'll tell them!" the voices whispered. I stumbled and held onto the walls. I knew my pupils must be HUGE>
I got to the outside door. I walked 20 feet and let the dog go there. I stayed for what felt like 20 minutes or more, but it was probably only a minute, max.
I went to the door. Who drew my hands to look like rotoscope images? They were pink. My hands aren't pink.
I opened the door, stumbled upstairs and avoided seeing anyone in the process. I told the family that I was going to bed.
11:30- why will this not end? I want it to end. The voices aren't kind. I looked outside. I tried to listen to more music. It all sounded slow and eerie.
12 am - I don't know where the last 30 minutes went. Now it's midnight. People are outside. I hear them so clearly. They're talking about me, aren't they? I know they are. They're saying they know I'm tripping. But they're down there in the street and I'm not. Wait, why is the window turning into the street? How did they get up here? Or am I down there? I close my eyes and look into the street. It's back down there, but it wasn't. It kept moving in and out of my vision's motion processing. Here was there, there was here.
12:30 my legs and hands look like Gumbi. Bright vivid colors. Scary. I stumbled to the bathroom. I took 2 steps. My room is at least 50 feet away. I pee. I look in the mirror. WOw. That's really scary. Really really scary.
1:00 why won't this end? I want it to end. Please let me regain control of myself. Sit up, lay down. Lay down, sit up. My lips are tingly and numb.
1:30 coming down, or starting to. I can't sleep but I can certainly feel in control more now. I feel better and ydecide to try and watch something not so crazy to help me with the come down.
2:00 I put on some Pixar short films and let the trip work its way out.
3:00 Some other movie I can't remember. (Animation is a godsend when I'm like this) and I watch it. Still don't remember what I was watching.
4:00 am I'm tired. Ah, sweet slumber.
This was the craziest trip EVER. ( I still did DXM again. Last night actually. I'll write that one up too, probably)
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_oral
So after the first few times, gradually increasing to 800 max, as I didn't want to do more then, I began to read about Plateau Sigma. (Check the Erowid entry on DXM for more info). I decided, purely as a curiosity and a matter of experience to try it. Stupid stupid stupid! The idea of intense vivid hallucinations was appealing, too.
I began my regimen with a dose of 400, carefully ensuring I wouldn't go over the 3g (which is probably the largest dosage without hospitalization though I would never ever recommend it). I ultimately decided to take much much less (about 2g) and so counted out the little gel caps and put them in bottles for proper administration. The first dose was at 3:30 pm.
I didn't feel much until about 6-6:30, when I felt the slow, rising feeling of stoning. I had to go pick up family so off I went and returned to the house, when I took another dose, this time about 600 mg or so. By then I was feeling the full effects of a first plateau trip and sat on my bed. I watched a movie with the family and felt it increasing. I got more stoned-feeling and lay down on the bed.
8:00pm- As I began to come down from the first dose, the second one kicked in. OK. I felt more stoned, and I was going up up up! Audio euphoria and all. I put on some classical in the background and just floated away. Wonderful, I was joyous and happy. Full of positivity and so, around 9 I took the next dose. I felt more stoned, and things started to become more vivid, with my perception becoming more distorted.
9:30 pm - Colors became more vivid, there was strobe-like effect after the third dose. So I popped on a movie and watched it. In the beginning, it was a good idea. Until the third dose kicked in....
i started to feel things too much. I felt heavy and tired, I couldn't walk properly when I wanted to use the bathroom. I closed my eyes and opened them, I could swear the movie was yelling at me...I sat up. I laid down. I wondered who this person was who was sitting up and laying down. Why was the room so small? Why was I so big? Who is that wierd guy? IS that me? Really? I felt sick.
9:45 - I vomited. A lot. My family wanted to know what happened. I blamed food poisoning. I was so out of it, but I helped clean up anyway. I was sick and didn't like this anymore.
I laid down again. I stared at my hands. I opened and closed them. There was a perceptual delay. My mind could only process so quickly. This was not slow enough. I wondered what would happen next...
10:00 - scared. Frightened. Voices whispered that everyone knew everything. They knew I was tripping. They knew. They all knew. They would tell someone. Who? Everyone. Everyone knew. I told myself it was OK. But I didn't want to look at myself in the mirror. "Scary. Too scary," I thought. I knew I'd have to walk the dog in an hour. I didn't want to.
10:30 Everything went insane. Or I did. I don't know. I tried to walk. I felt like I was being controlled. MY movements were stiff. I felt like Harryhausen had made me into a character in a movie. I was scared. I looked at my legs. They looked like someone drew them using lithograph techniques.
11:00 pm dog walking time. Not good. NOt good. I had to walk down the stairs slowly. Very slowly. I held onto the walls which got closer and farther. I opened the door, again slowly. I arrived at the first floor. I saw people "They know! They'll tell them!" the voices whispered. I stumbled and held onto the walls. I knew my pupils must be HUGE>
I got to the outside door. I walked 20 feet and let the dog go there. I stayed for what felt like 20 minutes or more, but it was probably only a minute, max.
I went to the door. Who drew my hands to look like rotoscope images? They were pink. My hands aren't pink.
I opened the door, stumbled upstairs and avoided seeing anyone in the process. I told the family that I was going to bed.
11:30- why will this not end? I want it to end. The voices aren't kind. I looked outside. I tried to listen to more music. It all sounded slow and eerie.
12 am - I don't know where the last 30 minutes went. Now it's midnight. People are outside. I hear them so clearly. They're talking about me, aren't they? I know they are. They're saying they know I'm tripping. But they're down there in the street and I'm not. Wait, why is the window turning into the street? How did they get up here? Or am I down there? I close my eyes and look into the street. It's back down there, but it wasn't. It kept moving in and out of my vision's motion processing. Here was there, there was here.
12:30 my legs and hands look like Gumbi. Bright vivid colors. Scary. I stumbled to the bathroom. I took 2 steps. My room is at least 50 feet away. I pee. I look in the mirror. WOw. That's really scary. Really really scary.
1:00 why won't this end? I want it to end. Please let me regain control of myself. Sit up, lay down. Lay down, sit up. My lips are tingly and numb.
1:30 coming down, or starting to. I can't sleep but I can certainly feel in control more now. I feel better and ydecide to try and watch something not so crazy to help me with the come down.
2:00 I put on some Pixar short films and let the trip work its way out.
3:00 Some other movie I can't remember. (Animation is a godsend when I'm like this) and I watch it. Still don't remember what I was watching.
4:00 am I'm tired. Ah, sweet slumber.
This was the craziest trip EVER. ( I still did DXM again. Last night actually. I'll write that one up too, probably)
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
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