Qabbo
Bluelighter
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- Aug 21, 2004
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So I am new to all of this, and my first two drug experiences were with DXM. I don't (well, didn't) know the right kinds of people to get anything else, so I had to work with what was at hand.
Anyway, it's my first week at a new school, and I drank a half a bottle of Robotussin one night at about midnight and went to find my roommate. He was mingling with some ladies, and they were boring. I wandered around. About forty-five minutes later I was sitting in the lounge watching Jaws and noticed some itching, and my hearing getting a little more intense. It felt kind of like my ears were about to pop. I was getting a slight headache. I strolled back to see what was going on with my buddy, and some chick tried to drag me into the room to "be sociable," but that seemed like a bad idea. Their music was not what I needed. So I left for my room, and another friend followed. We stopped for him to have a cigarette, and I was getting irritated. About an hour and I wasn't feeling much
But, we get back to the room, and I put on some Herbie Hancock and my ears slowly start to open wide. I was starting to feel pretty smiley. Some staffer came by to ask me to write a message on the mirror of the bathroom for her, and I was OK enough to oblige. Afterwards, we struck up a conversation in the hallway -- it turns out we both had a mutual friend. That went surprisingly well. My friend, P, told me I didn't make an ass of myself at all. That was good.
I should say now, my first time with DXM, I just chilled in my room grooving to the music. No interactions, not much wandering.
So I decided, since I seemed to be in good control, I would go for a walk. I started down the hallway and came to another guy, and I started getting kind of giggly and nervous, avoiding eye-contact and stuff. He said something to me, which I don't remember, and I started talking to myself about whether he knew what was up. I was not swinging my arms!
I got a drink at the drinking fountain and decided I was getting weird and ought to go back to my room. My roommate, D, told me the guy in the hall was looking at me weird, so I should stay in our room for a while. Good idea.
It was about 1:30 AM by this point, and I put some nice music on and enjoyed that. Now, I know that I didn't take much, but it is still quite pleasant. The music is spectacular, as is everything else. It's as though everything just clicks. I decided it was all because of my inner ear. I wasn't listening with my ear drums, but with my balancing thingamajigs. And that, to me, explained the loss of balance. But it was not at all unpleasant.
At one point I plopped down on my bed, and it felt like I had stepped out of my body for a second to watch myself rotate with the earth. Did that make sense? As in, my balance was not fucked up, but it was the Earth's fault, for rotating so fast.
One of the best effects was that I was so open to everyone, and so nice. I can come off as a bit of an asshole when I'm sober, but the DXM makes my intentions nothing but the best intentions. When I would ramble, I would ask if someone understood me, because I actually wanted to help them, if they didn't.
Apparently I talked really quietly the whole night, though, but it sounded to me like I was yelling. And I kept getting scared that the music was up too loud, or I was making a ruckus. I didn't want to make the neighbors lose sleep
Another thing I noticed, also in the previous trip, was that it was very important for me to know where people were going when they left. Not that I was afraid for them to leave, but I just needed to know whether they would be back or not. And, on a similar note, I would frequently turn around and be startled because I had forgotten someone was sitting right by me. Like I expected them to be somewhere else.
Most of the night was spent listening to music, lying on the floor, and telling my friends about how the world worked. Talking about things I believe "in real life," but the DXM helped me explain it better, I think. Because I was experiencing -- feeling, sensually -- the uniformity of the world, rather than just thinking about it. Interestingly, my speech was much clearer. I enunciated more than I do normally. I really liked that. It felt good, even physically, to hear a crisp "T" sound at the end of a word.
That's the beautiful part. It wasn't about one particular sense. Sound and sensation were rolled into one. Smell was also weird, for that matter. D had me smell an apple, and it smelled like cinnamon, or oatmeal, or an apple. I couldn't decide. I should have eaten something, to see how taste was affected. I wonder if higher doses make sight get wrapped up into the picture, too. It still seemed pretty different from the rest. I couldn't FEEL what I saw, you know?
At about 4:00, my arms got cooled down, and I could move my eyes independent of my head (which seemed new). I felt like I was coming down. But it was in-and-out. At 4:30, P left, and D went to bed, so I decided to hit the sack, too.
As I dozed off, I had some spectacular dreams. It was like a very visual thought. I could see my subconscious train of thought, and just watched it do its thing, without having to think. I think that was my favorite part. I had not had that before. (hmm, maybe that is the visual part of the uniformity)
I slept like a baby.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt splendid! My last after-glow was very unpleasant, and I craved more robotussin all day. This time, I was just calm, and everything clicked. The singularity of everything was still there. It was almost better than the trip itself. But it faded, as the day progressed.
So, yes, it was a low dosage, but it was really great. I'll try the second plateau, but I don't know if I'll visit it as often. Then again, all of this is very new to me. It may just be the tip of the iceberg, right? It probably is. I've got a lot to see, I think.
Wow, that was long. I'm sorry. I don't blame you if you didn't read it all. Moderators can delete it if I'm just wasting space. I won't be sore at you.
Anyway, it's my first week at a new school, and I drank a half a bottle of Robotussin one night at about midnight and went to find my roommate. He was mingling with some ladies, and they were boring. I wandered around. About forty-five minutes later I was sitting in the lounge watching Jaws and noticed some itching, and my hearing getting a little more intense. It felt kind of like my ears were about to pop. I was getting a slight headache. I strolled back to see what was going on with my buddy, and some chick tried to drag me into the room to "be sociable," but that seemed like a bad idea. Their music was not what I needed. So I left for my room, and another friend followed. We stopped for him to have a cigarette, and I was getting irritated. About an hour and I wasn't feeling much
But, we get back to the room, and I put on some Herbie Hancock and my ears slowly start to open wide. I was starting to feel pretty smiley. Some staffer came by to ask me to write a message on the mirror of the bathroom for her, and I was OK enough to oblige. Afterwards, we struck up a conversation in the hallway -- it turns out we both had a mutual friend. That went surprisingly well. My friend, P, told me I didn't make an ass of myself at all. That was good.
I should say now, my first time with DXM, I just chilled in my room grooving to the music. No interactions, not much wandering.
So I decided, since I seemed to be in good control, I would go for a walk. I started down the hallway and came to another guy, and I started getting kind of giggly and nervous, avoiding eye-contact and stuff. He said something to me, which I don't remember, and I started talking to myself about whether he knew what was up. I was not swinging my arms!
I got a drink at the drinking fountain and decided I was getting weird and ought to go back to my room. My roommate, D, told me the guy in the hall was looking at me weird, so I should stay in our room for a while. Good idea.
It was about 1:30 AM by this point, and I put some nice music on and enjoyed that. Now, I know that I didn't take much, but it is still quite pleasant. The music is spectacular, as is everything else. It's as though everything just clicks. I decided it was all because of my inner ear. I wasn't listening with my ear drums, but with my balancing thingamajigs. And that, to me, explained the loss of balance. But it was not at all unpleasant.
At one point I plopped down on my bed, and it felt like I had stepped out of my body for a second to watch myself rotate with the earth. Did that make sense? As in, my balance was not fucked up, but it was the Earth's fault, for rotating so fast.
One of the best effects was that I was so open to everyone, and so nice. I can come off as a bit of an asshole when I'm sober, but the DXM makes my intentions nothing but the best intentions. When I would ramble, I would ask if someone understood me, because I actually wanted to help them, if they didn't.
Apparently I talked really quietly the whole night, though, but it sounded to me like I was yelling. And I kept getting scared that the music was up too loud, or I was making a ruckus. I didn't want to make the neighbors lose sleep
Another thing I noticed, also in the previous trip, was that it was very important for me to know where people were going when they left. Not that I was afraid for them to leave, but I just needed to know whether they would be back or not. And, on a similar note, I would frequently turn around and be startled because I had forgotten someone was sitting right by me. Like I expected them to be somewhere else.
Most of the night was spent listening to music, lying on the floor, and telling my friends about how the world worked. Talking about things I believe "in real life," but the DXM helped me explain it better, I think. Because I was experiencing -- feeling, sensually -- the uniformity of the world, rather than just thinking about it. Interestingly, my speech was much clearer. I enunciated more than I do normally. I really liked that. It felt good, even physically, to hear a crisp "T" sound at the end of a word.
That's the beautiful part. It wasn't about one particular sense. Sound and sensation were rolled into one. Smell was also weird, for that matter. D had me smell an apple, and it smelled like cinnamon, or oatmeal, or an apple. I couldn't decide. I should have eaten something, to see how taste was affected. I wonder if higher doses make sight get wrapped up into the picture, too. It still seemed pretty different from the rest. I couldn't FEEL what I saw, you know?
At about 4:00, my arms got cooled down, and I could move my eyes independent of my head (which seemed new). I felt like I was coming down. But it was in-and-out. At 4:30, P left, and D went to bed, so I decided to hit the sack, too.
As I dozed off, I had some spectacular dreams. It was like a very visual thought. I could see my subconscious train of thought, and just watched it do its thing, without having to think. I think that was my favorite part. I had not had that before. (hmm, maybe that is the visual part of the uniformity
)I slept like a baby.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt splendid! My last after-glow was very unpleasant, and I craved more robotussin all day. This time, I was just calm, and everything clicked. The singularity of everything was still there. It was almost better than the trip itself. But it faded, as the day progressed.
So, yes, it was a low dosage, but it was really great. I'll try the second plateau, but I don't know if I'll visit it as often. Then again, all of this is very new to me. It may just be the tip of the iceberg, right? It probably is. I've got a lot to see, I think.
Wow, that was long. I'm sorry. I don't blame you if you didn't read it all. Moderators can delete it if I'm just wasting space. I won't be sore at you.
