walking_man
Bluelighter
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DXM: 12oz to freedom
I have had several dxm experiences in the past, but nothing to write home about. After taking a year off some old friends got in touch with me and invited me over to hang out. These particular friends are very into k, dxm, and the like. My friends decided on taking ketamine, but just to be different, I decided on robo trippin. I had read a lot concerning the plateaus during the previous year and had always wanted to make it to the fourth plateau, but never been able to. To make a long story short, they had 3 4oz bottles of syrup 20mg USP. I decided to take all 3 bottles on an empty stomach (24 hours before last meal). It was more than I had ever taken before and using a calculator linked from the dxm faq on erowid, I found that it should be an adequate 4th plateau dose.
I took all three of the bottles to the face and sat down as we began to watch Boondock Saints. Although I was not watching a clock, I would imagine that it was about 40 minutes before the first effects began to occur. Within the next 30-60 minutes it hit with full force and showed no mercy. Pieces of the movie began to loop in my head, playing over and over again until my mind reached backed to the tv set and caught another bit. At this point I was still well in control of the trip and could blink to refresh my vision and refocus my eyes with some considerable concentration and effort. Meanwhile, my hearing had become what I could only describe as subjective. It's hard to explain this part, but somehow my mind could hear everything, but would only accept words that created a relevant tangent to the thoughts or pictures rolling through my mind. Physically, I was melted to the floor and I felt as though it had been preordained that I was not to move or I would lose everything that I wanted in the world. It is somehow important to note here (I found it subconsiously important during the trip at least) that I would lose everything I "wanted", not needed or had in the world. Though quite immobile and self absorbed, I was still occassionally called back to reality by the things around me. At the end of this period, I fully lost sterioscopic vision and began to see two of everything, sometimes more.
Beyond this point, I have no capability to track time and frequent periods of black outs that will be described momentarily. I was told today when I woke up (14 hours after ingestion) that it really hit my friends (important note: they had taken low doses of K so as to enjoy the movie and avoid a k hole) how gone I was because when another friend of ours came in the room, he tripped over me and fell on top of me. They say that my eyes remained open (though I never recall seeing anything of the room for a while before this) and I didn't move or make a sound. Mentally, I had reached a point of transition. The movie had a scene that had become one of the loops in my mind in which the main characters place pennies in the eyes of those they had killed. This was the last loop in my mind, it played one final time and I felt as though this one scene encompassed a necessary death within me to bring about a transition, not a rebirth, but a transition. From here on out, things become much less concrete and much more dificult to explain.
At times during the next several hours, I often found myself outside of my body. In fact, every new thought sequence began with me leaving my physical body, lowing my, for lack of a better word, mind over my face to peer into my head through the infinite black tunnels of my pupils. There was a comfort to be found in knowing that I was looking into myself rather than to others for answers. Perhaps the thing that struck me the most about my mental state was that I do not remember any specific thoughts, it was like everything ruched passed my mind and then presented an answer. My mind was processing thoughts far to quickly even for it to understand. At this point, I had one remarkable thought that flashed through my head so tangibly that it might as well have been written in text and held before my eyes though I did not visualize it this way: "If you cannot see the past how can you trust the answer?" As if in response to this question, I heard a voice, but because I was not specifically listening I could not make out what it had said. I longed so desperately to cry out to it, but the only thing I could manage to say was "what?" I am also told that my friends heard me say what at least twice during the night, but separated by a significant length of time. I cannot remember what the second what may have been for. Anyways, in answer to my what the voice thundered back this phrase: "Faith in your mind, is faith in you." I struggled for a moment as if against the concept of just accepting my thoughts as valid, but then gave in. Suddenly, I felt as though I was being lifted by my navel and then I was dropped into nothing. The last experience I can remember with enough details and possess the vocabulary to describe would be the feeling of relief I felt at falling to nothing.
In my report I tried to omit nothing. We have all heard about the visual distortions that come along with dxm so I did not recount those. I will, however, leave you with a few thoughts: 1) I woke up this morning with the overwhelming feeling that I possess more within myself than I have ever given myself credit for. 2) I lost 8 pounds in the 14 hours I was out and was soaked in sweat when I woke up. 3) I am physically exhausted and still experiencing some afterglow. 4) This has been the most prfound experience I have ever had.
I have had several dxm experiences in the past, but nothing to write home about. After taking a year off some old friends got in touch with me and invited me over to hang out. These particular friends are very into k, dxm, and the like. My friends decided on taking ketamine, but just to be different, I decided on robo trippin. I had read a lot concerning the plateaus during the previous year and had always wanted to make it to the fourth plateau, but never been able to. To make a long story short, they had 3 4oz bottles of syrup 20mg USP. I decided to take all 3 bottles on an empty stomach (24 hours before last meal). It was more than I had ever taken before and using a calculator linked from the dxm faq on erowid, I found that it should be an adequate 4th plateau dose.
I took all three of the bottles to the face and sat down as we began to watch Boondock Saints. Although I was not watching a clock, I would imagine that it was about 40 minutes before the first effects began to occur. Within the next 30-60 minutes it hit with full force and showed no mercy. Pieces of the movie began to loop in my head, playing over and over again until my mind reached backed to the tv set and caught another bit. At this point I was still well in control of the trip and could blink to refresh my vision and refocus my eyes with some considerable concentration and effort. Meanwhile, my hearing had become what I could only describe as subjective. It's hard to explain this part, but somehow my mind could hear everything, but would only accept words that created a relevant tangent to the thoughts or pictures rolling through my mind. Physically, I was melted to the floor and I felt as though it had been preordained that I was not to move or I would lose everything that I wanted in the world. It is somehow important to note here (I found it subconsiously important during the trip at least) that I would lose everything I "wanted", not needed or had in the world. Though quite immobile and self absorbed, I was still occassionally called back to reality by the things around me. At the end of this period, I fully lost sterioscopic vision and began to see two of everything, sometimes more.
Beyond this point, I have no capability to track time and frequent periods of black outs that will be described momentarily. I was told today when I woke up (14 hours after ingestion) that it really hit my friends (important note: they had taken low doses of K so as to enjoy the movie and avoid a k hole) how gone I was because when another friend of ours came in the room, he tripped over me and fell on top of me. They say that my eyes remained open (though I never recall seeing anything of the room for a while before this) and I didn't move or make a sound. Mentally, I had reached a point of transition. The movie had a scene that had become one of the loops in my mind in which the main characters place pennies in the eyes of those they had killed. This was the last loop in my mind, it played one final time and I felt as though this one scene encompassed a necessary death within me to bring about a transition, not a rebirth, but a transition. From here on out, things become much less concrete and much more dificult to explain.
At times during the next several hours, I often found myself outside of my body. In fact, every new thought sequence began with me leaving my physical body, lowing my, for lack of a better word, mind over my face to peer into my head through the infinite black tunnels of my pupils. There was a comfort to be found in knowing that I was looking into myself rather than to others for answers. Perhaps the thing that struck me the most about my mental state was that I do not remember any specific thoughts, it was like everything ruched passed my mind and then presented an answer. My mind was processing thoughts far to quickly even for it to understand. At this point, I had one remarkable thought that flashed through my head so tangibly that it might as well have been written in text and held before my eyes though I did not visualize it this way: "If you cannot see the past how can you trust the answer?" As if in response to this question, I heard a voice, but because I was not specifically listening I could not make out what it had said. I longed so desperately to cry out to it, but the only thing I could manage to say was "what?" I am also told that my friends heard me say what at least twice during the night, but separated by a significant length of time. I cannot remember what the second what may have been for. Anyways, in answer to my what the voice thundered back this phrase: "Faith in your mind, is faith in you." I struggled for a moment as if against the concept of just accepting my thoughts as valid, but then gave in. Suddenly, I felt as though I was being lifted by my navel and then I was dropped into nothing. The last experience I can remember with enough details and possess the vocabulary to describe would be the feeling of relief I felt at falling to nothing.
In my report I tried to omit nothing. We have all heard about the visual distortions that come along with dxm so I did not recount those. I will, however, leave you with a few thoughts: 1) I woke up this morning with the overwhelming feeling that I possess more within myself than I have ever given myself credit for. 2) I lost 8 pounds in the 14 hours I was out and was soaked in sweat when I woke up. 3) I am physically exhausted and still experiencing some afterglow. 4) This has been the most prfound experience I have ever had.
