stoopid
Bluelighter
Here is a trip report one of my mates wrote up after a dose of DXM earlier this week... pretty fukin' insane. Most intense part: his legs, arms and head falling off....
Around 4:30pm I cook a huge meal of vegetable pasta which me and Schneider consume huge portions of (as always).
At approximately 5:30pm, Schneider and I consumed about 300mg of DXM powder. As always with this and most substances, I gain some sort of placebo effect almost instantaneously and by the time we get back from our mission to the supermarket to buy nitrous bulbs (T+ 1.25), I'm feeling the effects more than subtlely.
T+2.25 We both start with our first hit of nitrous. Apart from the extended duration, it wasn't anything special. I remember clearly viewing some sort of "psychedelic checkerboard" though.
Not long after I consumed a double hit, this was rather powerful as it was my first ever double hit of nitrous. It felt like my body was shot like a missile into the air, and the sides of my face felt like they were plasticine being moulded and pushed downward by a child.
T+2.35 We both decide to up our dosage. I am bored with the 300mg trip that I have had before and decide to go an extra 100mg. Schneider consumes his, and I begin to have second thoughts, but know I cannot leave him stranded in the trip on his own. I eat the extra 100mg.
T+2:37 This is the last entry in our written trip diary. It reads "Tim farts". Such infantile humour doesn't even come close to covering how insane the trip became that night. After this stage time means absolutely nothing to either of us, nor could we be bothered or even have sufficient access to basic motor skills to continue writing in the diary.
T+?
? I remember my friend chucking on my dodgy copy of the Transformers movie. The next thing I could remember there was fuzz emitting from the TV and someone ejecting the tape. The fact I remember at the most two one-millisecond freeze frames from the movie amuses me slightly, and next time I'm on the dex, I'll remember not to bother trying to watch a movie.
T+?.?? Our friends get a lift up to the shops and leave me and Schneider home alone. All of a sudden, I had the most bizarre "snapping out of it" feeling, and everything suddenly became "normal sized". (I later figured this out to be the fact that the nitrous hits had been lasting upwards of an hour and this effect was simply my nitrous wearing off and me coming out of lala land for the first time, combined with the first effects of the extra 100mg kicking in.) I began rushing quite hard - and all of a sudden actually inhabiting a body properly became all a bit too much for me to handle.
I began to get that "wired trip" feeling, squirming in my seat and head going at one million miles an hour. I obviously knew within myself that things were starting to go a little bit pear shaped - I caught Schneider’s eye and all I managed to get out was
"Ffffuck..."
'What?'
"....ffffuuck...."
At this stage I got up (at a speed which turned out to be way too quick to avoid lightheadedness) and then sat down (with Schneider 's help) on a chair in the hallway. I think by this stage Schneider had figured out I was tripping a lot harder than he had previously thought. The cold, hard chair made me feel even more sick and I got up (way too quickly again) to try and make it into my bedroom.
I remember feeling extremely light headed, and my vision started to blur quite heavily. I made it to about the door of my bedroom when I went to put my foot down and my left leg fell off my body and split into two pieces.
I can remember the extremely heavy banging noise it made when it hit the ground.
I then watched my torso slide off my other leg which, like the left, toppled into two pieces and made that same heavy banging sound.
I then tried to put my arms down to stop myself from falling but they too suffered the same fate, and fell off into two pieces. My body and head hit the ground at the same time as my arms, making one even louder bang, and with the force of the impact, severing my head from my torso.
At this stage I was feeling a lot calmer than you may think, after having all my limbs and my head completely severed from my torso. I remember thinking something along the lines of "At least I can get some sleep now". To this moment, I can still replay in my head this whole limb loss experience, and it takes the cake of the most downright bizarre things I've ever experienced in all my psychedelic journeys. I can liken the falling sensation I experienced most to a 3 level tower of cards, with each level nearly being able to sustain my weight, but eventually giving in and letting me fall - how this fits in with the overall visual experience or the way my body physically hit the floor actually fell I do not know.
Almost instantaneously, Schneider picked my parts up off the floor, put me back together and took me into the bathroom. He later commented on the fact that I looked like was completely content being there on the floor, and the fact that it took absolutely no effort at all to pick up my limp body (or reassemble me from my perspective).
I remember hearing the words "We've got to get you into a bathroom" and starting to think to myself "Why?"...but by the time that thought had been processed, my stomach had already heaved and set in motion the first wave of intense vomiting that was to come.
Soon after the vomiting had commenced, the remnants of study I had done earlier in the day came out to haunt me. This is perhaps one of the most twisted edges the trip had, and is something to think about if there is any naggling issues in your current life (such as me falling behind in my programming subject this semester at uni) that you are trying to escape via means of drug use. Psychedelics (and in particular, DXM) are most definately NOT a substance to engage in this mindless escapism with. By all means, explore and enhance, but never try and escape.
Millions of lines of C++ code emerged from my vomit, racing past my head at a million miles an hour, beating me around the eyelids. A diagram of an Intel 80186 processor I had been studying earlier in the day appeared in front of my eyes and I began to see small pieces of something that I believed to be information entering the various sections of the processor and calculations taking place. This process only continued for a short time, but in combination with the fact this was my first ever vomiting experience in all my days of "hard" drug use, made a large dint in my "cool".
This whole time, Schneider had been crouched in the door watching me. Despite me never quite being able to see him, I was always at least partially aware of his presence, which was more than comforting. I found that when I was able to talk to him, I felt much more comfortable about being in the rather sickening state I was in, writhing about in my own vomit on my cold toilet floor.
After all but a small amount of the vomit had found it's way out of my stomach, it was still insistant on heaving heavily, forcing me to emit a tone which at the time sounded extremely inhuman. I tried not to let it get to me. In an attempt to clear my mouth of the vomit, which due to the intense tripping, happened to be the most foul, disgusting and gruesome tastes I've ever tasted, I was spitting whatever I could out of my mouth..
I sat back on the cold bathroom floor and saw the utter concern Schneider was exhibiting. I put my hand on his leg and barely managed to gargle through the chunks of vomit the words "I'm here, man" out of my mouth before falling back into those intense rushes, which by this stage were downright satanic.
Schneider wanted to get me to bed but I knew my stomach wasn't done with it's vengeance, with one last mighty heave I got what must have been the last chunk of remaining bile and stomach lining I had out, and then, summoning every last granule of energy my body had in store I tried to move myself along the bathroom floor, resisting Schneider 's movements to try and pick me up.
I got maybe an inch before I realised I needed the help Schneider was trying to give me.
A few stumbles from the bathroom, quite conveniently located next door to my bedroom, and an intense whirring noise grinded at my eardrums.
"Get it off."
My gargling, half-absent yet fully-panicked voice was at it again.
Schneider tried to shut down my computer while I tried to undress myself, foreseeing another fall occuring soon if I didn't lie down soon.
'Do you want me to save this?'
"...just pull the fucking plug man..."
We both saw the humour, and the Fear-and-Loathing-esqueness in this "typically me" statement, yet neither of us found any more than an extremely half assed "heh...".
WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........
My three hard-drives and two cooling fans slowed to a halt, leaving a state of silence which at this stage of the trip was absolutely golden.
"Fucking sweet."
I lay down on my bed, a process which I had never and probably will never enjoy so much as this night. It felt like I was on the way down for minutes, gliding slowly towards the soft, warm and forgiving mattress - a welcome contrast to the cold, vomit-covered bathroom floor.
From that time until I awoke, I was simply a battered brain sitting on a pillow, waiting for the interface to my body to turn itself on again. The visuals were quite nice, and if I had a mouth I would've been sending it little electrical impulses to crease upward and form a smile. The fact I no longer had any food left to digest, no gravity left to battle and no light globes strobing heavily at me was to me at the time like pure ecstacy. I was OK.
Before I actually drifted off
Around 4:30pm I cook a huge meal of vegetable pasta which me and Schneider consume huge portions of (as always).
At approximately 5:30pm, Schneider and I consumed about 300mg of DXM powder. As always with this and most substances, I gain some sort of placebo effect almost instantaneously and by the time we get back from our mission to the supermarket to buy nitrous bulbs (T+ 1.25), I'm feeling the effects more than subtlely.
T+2.25 We both start with our first hit of nitrous. Apart from the extended duration, it wasn't anything special. I remember clearly viewing some sort of "psychedelic checkerboard" though.
Not long after I consumed a double hit, this was rather powerful as it was my first ever double hit of nitrous. It felt like my body was shot like a missile into the air, and the sides of my face felt like they were plasticine being moulded and pushed downward by a child.
T+2.35 We both decide to up our dosage. I am bored with the 300mg trip that I have had before and decide to go an extra 100mg. Schneider consumes his, and I begin to have second thoughts, but know I cannot leave him stranded in the trip on his own. I eat the extra 100mg.
T+2:37 This is the last entry in our written trip diary. It reads "Tim farts". Such infantile humour doesn't even come close to covering how insane the trip became that night. After this stage time means absolutely nothing to either of us, nor could we be bothered or even have sufficient access to basic motor skills to continue writing in the diary.
T+?
? I remember my friend chucking on my dodgy copy of the Transformers movie. The next thing I could remember there was fuzz emitting from the TV and someone ejecting the tape. The fact I remember at the most two one-millisecond freeze frames from the movie amuses me slightly, and next time I'm on the dex, I'll remember not to bother trying to watch a movie.T+?.?? Our friends get a lift up to the shops and leave me and Schneider home alone. All of a sudden, I had the most bizarre "snapping out of it" feeling, and everything suddenly became "normal sized". (I later figured this out to be the fact that the nitrous hits had been lasting upwards of an hour and this effect was simply my nitrous wearing off and me coming out of lala land for the first time, combined with the first effects of the extra 100mg kicking in.) I began rushing quite hard - and all of a sudden actually inhabiting a body properly became all a bit too much for me to handle.
I began to get that "wired trip" feeling, squirming in my seat and head going at one million miles an hour. I obviously knew within myself that things were starting to go a little bit pear shaped - I caught Schneider’s eye and all I managed to get out was
"Ffffuck..."
'What?'
"....ffffuuck...."
At this stage I got up (at a speed which turned out to be way too quick to avoid lightheadedness) and then sat down (with Schneider 's help) on a chair in the hallway. I think by this stage Schneider had figured out I was tripping a lot harder than he had previously thought. The cold, hard chair made me feel even more sick and I got up (way too quickly again) to try and make it into my bedroom.
I remember feeling extremely light headed, and my vision started to blur quite heavily. I made it to about the door of my bedroom when I went to put my foot down and my left leg fell off my body and split into two pieces.
I can remember the extremely heavy banging noise it made when it hit the ground.
I then watched my torso slide off my other leg which, like the left, toppled into two pieces and made that same heavy banging sound.
I then tried to put my arms down to stop myself from falling but they too suffered the same fate, and fell off into two pieces. My body and head hit the ground at the same time as my arms, making one even louder bang, and with the force of the impact, severing my head from my torso.
At this stage I was feeling a lot calmer than you may think, after having all my limbs and my head completely severed from my torso. I remember thinking something along the lines of "At least I can get some sleep now". To this moment, I can still replay in my head this whole limb loss experience, and it takes the cake of the most downright bizarre things I've ever experienced in all my psychedelic journeys. I can liken the falling sensation I experienced most to a 3 level tower of cards, with each level nearly being able to sustain my weight, but eventually giving in and letting me fall - how this fits in with the overall visual experience or the way my body physically hit the floor actually fell I do not know.
Almost instantaneously, Schneider picked my parts up off the floor, put me back together and took me into the bathroom. He later commented on the fact that I looked like was completely content being there on the floor, and the fact that it took absolutely no effort at all to pick up my limp body (or reassemble me from my perspective).
I remember hearing the words "We've got to get you into a bathroom" and starting to think to myself "Why?"...but by the time that thought had been processed, my stomach had already heaved and set in motion the first wave of intense vomiting that was to come.
Soon after the vomiting had commenced, the remnants of study I had done earlier in the day came out to haunt me. This is perhaps one of the most twisted edges the trip had, and is something to think about if there is any naggling issues in your current life (such as me falling behind in my programming subject this semester at uni) that you are trying to escape via means of drug use. Psychedelics (and in particular, DXM) are most definately NOT a substance to engage in this mindless escapism with. By all means, explore and enhance, but never try and escape.
Millions of lines of C++ code emerged from my vomit, racing past my head at a million miles an hour, beating me around the eyelids. A diagram of an Intel 80186 processor I had been studying earlier in the day appeared in front of my eyes and I began to see small pieces of something that I believed to be information entering the various sections of the processor and calculations taking place. This process only continued for a short time, but in combination with the fact this was my first ever vomiting experience in all my days of "hard" drug use, made a large dint in my "cool".
This whole time, Schneider had been crouched in the door watching me. Despite me never quite being able to see him, I was always at least partially aware of his presence, which was more than comforting. I found that when I was able to talk to him, I felt much more comfortable about being in the rather sickening state I was in, writhing about in my own vomit on my cold toilet floor.
After all but a small amount of the vomit had found it's way out of my stomach, it was still insistant on heaving heavily, forcing me to emit a tone which at the time sounded extremely inhuman. I tried not to let it get to me. In an attempt to clear my mouth of the vomit, which due to the intense tripping, happened to be the most foul, disgusting and gruesome tastes I've ever tasted, I was spitting whatever I could out of my mouth..
I sat back on the cold bathroom floor and saw the utter concern Schneider was exhibiting. I put my hand on his leg and barely managed to gargle through the chunks of vomit the words "I'm here, man" out of my mouth before falling back into those intense rushes, which by this stage were downright satanic.
Schneider wanted to get me to bed but I knew my stomach wasn't done with it's vengeance, with one last mighty heave I got what must have been the last chunk of remaining bile and stomach lining I had out, and then, summoning every last granule of energy my body had in store I tried to move myself along the bathroom floor, resisting Schneider 's movements to try and pick me up.
I got maybe an inch before I realised I needed the help Schneider was trying to give me.
A few stumbles from the bathroom, quite conveniently located next door to my bedroom, and an intense whirring noise grinded at my eardrums.
"Get it off."
My gargling, half-absent yet fully-panicked voice was at it again.
Schneider tried to shut down my computer while I tried to undress myself, foreseeing another fall occuring soon if I didn't lie down soon.
'Do you want me to save this?'
"...just pull the fucking plug man..."
We both saw the humour, and the Fear-and-Loathing-esqueness in this "typically me" statement, yet neither of us found any more than an extremely half assed "heh...".
WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........
My three hard-drives and two cooling fans slowed to a halt, leaving a state of silence which at this stage of the trip was absolutely golden.
"Fucking sweet."
I lay down on my bed, a process which I had never and probably will never enjoy so much as this night. It felt like I was on the way down for minutes, gliding slowly towards the soft, warm and forgiving mattress - a welcome contrast to the cold, vomit-covered bathroom floor.
From that time until I awoke, I was simply a battered brain sitting on a pillow, waiting for the interface to my body to turn itself on again. The visuals were quite nice, and if I had a mouth I would've been sending it little electrical impulses to crease upward and form a smile. The fact I no longer had any food left to digest, no gravity left to battle and no light globes strobing heavily at me was to me at the time like pure ecstacy. I was OK.
Before I actually drifted off
