Mostslepton
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Man, I really miss some of these good times.
This was the third or fourth time I dexed, about 4 years ago. This also occurred while I was stationed overseas. I downed eight oz. for the first time, with a good friend of mine who was also somewhat of a trip buddy. Let's call him "Mark", although that wasn't his actual name.
its funny because I originally introduced him to it and before I knew it he was doing it every other day, and with much higher doses than I dared to fuck with.
He worked at the shower tents, pretty much counting the people going in and standing at a desk off to the side. There were these shower tents for the troops, and when it wasn't busy there wasn't much to do. He had already dropped and I copped an
zer from the PX.
He was just about to finish his shift and so I went ahead and downed the first 4.
I'd been talking all this shit about how I was gonna drink 8 and try to hit the third or fourth plat, but for some reason I ended up just standing there with the rest of the liquid in the bottle and debating whether or not to drink the rest. Its just that you know exactly how little of that stuff it takes to really get u fuxxored up, and to be quite honest I was a bit afraid. I had to go off to the side to do it, and wait till there were no people from other areas walking thru.
"Well, did you down it all"? I remember him asking
"Uhhhh, no not yet."
This went on for a little, I went off, tryed to sum up the courage to just do it until finally, 15 minutes later I just didn't think and I just slammed it.
We watched a little bit of this movie on his portable dvd player and I chilled right there at the front desk and manned it while he went to do his sidework, to finish up his shift. Shutting down the valves and pumps and checking the tent, making sure nobody was still in there, cleaning up ect.
Standing there I felt an odd sensation in my right arm, sort of like a twitch or something. It was like a muscular twitch I've never felt before, or it could have been my veins, I dunno nothing like that had ever happened before.
Funny thing is this continued thru the trip and later all I did was drink some water and it went away. Maybe on DXM I'm more in tune to my body's "wisdom" i.e. being dehydrated, ect? Just an interesting theory.
So we grabbed our shit and embarked on the 10 minute walk to his area, it was him and a few other people sharing the living tent there. It was hooked up with a big screen tv, a playstation and some other systems, lots of movies and a stereo. I think originally we were going to watch a movie.
Well, the walk there was intriguing to say the least. It was windy out and rather cold. It simultaneously felt cold and eerie and yet stimulating and captivating to be moving forward with the wind hitting me like that. I felt like I was going to dissapear, be gone with the wind itself.
By the time we got there, things were getting REAL interesting. I honestly thought I was dreaming, and just kind of sat there while he was setting up a movie to watch.
It got to be a bit much, so I said to him;
"ay, this is real, right, I mean am I dreaming this?"
He off course assured me that it was. I was like, "third plat is nuts" and he said just let the syrup do its thing. He wanted to watch Freddy vs Jason, but I think we ended up putting something else on.
I felt a series of "clicks" and everything sort of blinked on and off, and all my attention was shifted to my head area. I really can't explain this sensation too well but when I told Mark about it he told me that was just my pupils becoming dilated. Solved that mystery. I'd experienced this once before on mj, very weird.
Watched that for a minute. Started feeling overwhelmed. In a good way, then a bad way, in cycles. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom, told him not to bother pausing the movie as I wasn't even sure WTF was going on lol.
I manage to stumble into the port-o-potty. Robowalk and slight itch in full effect now. It took me 30 seconds just to figure out how to open the door and lock it from the inside. Then, when I got settled I forgot why I was even there. I figured I was going to take a shit and so I set up the toilet paper on the seat like I always do. I did manage to have a bowel movement, and nausea was also starting to really kick my ass which at this point was ruining the trip. So after I finished taking a shit I used the other hand (that I didn't wipe with) and shoved my fingers down my throat. It just came automatically because i knew I needed to puke. Then I thought, no, wait, fight it. So after debating whether or not to induce vomiting for a while it came on its own. So that was done.
I step out into the chilly mideastern night, teary-eyed and with abdominal muscles having received severe punishment, yet feeling GREAT. I was so fucking confused at this point. I started to head back to the tent when I heard my friend call me. So I turned around and realized I had been walking the wrong way lol.
Who knows how lost I would have gotten, the way I was going leads thru some wilderness, and to another compound and close to the gate or something.
So I tell this person I'm with I think we should walk around because I was trippin hard, and that's what we did for a while. LOL I remember we went far and at some point on the way back, I followed his every move, mimicking him like a robot or something. It was weird, only happened for like a sec and then he asked me wtf I was doing and I told him I didn't know.
At some point during this walk an airplane passed overhead.
"I'm on that plane right now", I told Mark.
He laughed and acknowledged that he understood what I meant.
We went to the area where I was staying at, and into my room. there were a couple people still there, as they brought their dinner plates with them and were watching movies or wrapping it up for the day. Mark sat on my bed a few feet away, doing something on my laptop. I was sitting there just zoning out when he noticed I was breathing heavy. He told me not to breath in any kind of way, nor ro alter my breathing rhythm. This bit of advice really helped. So he was installing some programs on my computer for me, and showing me a bunch of stuff with my laptop and I was trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying. He got up and left, I think to go to the bathroom. I drank some water and fucked around with fruity loops for a while.
One person was still in the room, 'cause the other two that remained also went somewhere, and I talked to him from across the room. I told him I was on "good times" and he understood, although he dissaproved. We got to talking and he was telling me something about when he was stationed in Italy. It was crazy as hell because for a little while, I WAS IN ITALY. I don't know if it was because of how he described it, or what.
Really, I don't know any better way to describe that experience other than my mind traveling to Italy and seeing the buildings and streets and landmarks in vivid detail while this person was talking about it. It was awesome. I'd never been to Italy, but I somehow concluded that this WAS Italy, somehow I was seeing the real thing in my mind's eye or something.
I looked down and realized my shoes, socks and cavs were covered in so much mud. Must be from when I was walking around outside, how the fuck did I not notice that earlier?
I tried to lay down and close my eyes and get some CEV's but they had the light on.
Mark comes back, we walk back to his area and he proceeds to reach into a backback and pull out another bottle. We just kind of looked at each other and laughed. We split it, and by now I was returning to bassline and the whole thing had only lasted about 5 hours and so now I was dosing again. That was a quick one, but very intense.
Off course, i had just redosed and so this should be interesting when it kicks back in. I remember at one point I was going off on tangents and Mark simply said to me "you think too much", and it had such a profound effect on me that I began to relax and not worry about some of the stupid things i was worried about, like how fast my heart rate was going, if somebody could tell we were high, the fact that I was thousands of miles away from home, ect.
So we smoked a ciggarette and talked for a while and then I bounced.
On the way back I decided to go to my room and listen to music.
"Hey ****, what where you doing walking way out there"? came a voice.
I turn around to see this female whom I actually had a thing for. I told her about Tussin and she seemed skeptical about how much it fucks you up, and I told her we should do it together sometimes. We never ended up doing that, but I did chat with her for a while.
She did comment further on how she saw me walking way the fuck out there, and said she would have given me a ride, but the vehicle she was in was full. "It's cool", I replied.
"Hey, one last thing" I called out to her as I walked away.
"What's that" she replied.
"I don't look too fucked up, do I"?
She kind of laughed and said not too much and called me by some nickname she calls me. God, how I wanted to be more than friends with this girl.
30+ minutes after taking an additional 4 oz and I was thinking about what it would be like to use VIcks 44, and wash it down with some orange juice.
Probably because of this thought alone, I spent the next 40 minutes envisioning a big orange ring around my neocortex, which kind of freaked me out. I basically walked around drinking water out of a b ig ass bottle and waiting for it to end. Initially it was actually exactly like the beggining fazes of the trip and very fun. I even listened to the Offspring song "Spare Me the Details", which sounded fucking amazing.
So I finished taking a piss and decided to head back inside, and go to sleep. Problem was it was now very difficult to walk. This never happens to me on DXM. I basically had to tell myself "ok, move the left foot, now, move the right foot" all the way to my bed. It wasn't very far, but still.
I finally get there and now things get shitty because I can hardly even move. I had a few exceptional thoughts but it felt like I would stay stuck on one for eternities. I considered attempting a meditation but then I noticed I couldn't feel my body, and once again I was melding with the surface I was laying on.
Mentally, things were getting real interesting and I really felt like I was moving through the sky if I just thought about it. I continued trippin balls and I ended up reaching into my backpack (it took me forever to simply unzip it and pull this out) and dug out some sleeping pills the sick bay had issued me. I took a couple which pretty much ended up canceling out the DXM trip, but not before enduring another 20 minutes of numb discomfort. I was simply no longer there physically, completely dissociated. I couldn't even feel what I touched.
DXM + diph or whatever active was in those left me relaxed and yet I couldn't sleep either, and I wasn't entirely sober. I felt like reading, and as if I could either run a mile or take a test. Very focused and calm and yet determined.
I felt like having some deep philosophical and socratic conversations with everyone around me, but decided against it, as that would require waking them up first.
Ended up crashing out. Next morning afterglow was GREAT, I felt like my brain was firing on all cyclinders. Not that night, but the night after the day after Tssn (lol), I had some vivid and exiting dreams.
EDIT: oh yeah, I learned some interesting things during this one, and since then I never had a moment where I wished I didn't dose after I did. Anybody can abuse DXM, but to USE it as a tool or for personal benefit is a completely different story.
This was the third or fourth time I dexed, about 4 years ago. This also occurred while I was stationed overseas. I downed eight oz. for the first time, with a good friend of mine who was also somewhat of a trip buddy. Let's call him "Mark", although that wasn't his actual name.
its funny because I originally introduced him to it and before I knew it he was doing it every other day, and with much higher doses than I dared to fuck with.
He worked at the shower tents, pretty much counting the people going in and standing at a desk off to the side. There were these shower tents for the troops, and when it wasn't busy there wasn't much to do. He had already dropped and I copped an
zer from the PX. He was just about to finish his shift and so I went ahead and downed the first 4.
I'd been talking all this shit about how I was gonna drink 8 and try to hit the third or fourth plat, but for some reason I ended up just standing there with the rest of the liquid in the bottle and debating whether or not to drink the rest. Its just that you know exactly how little of that stuff it takes to really get u fuxxored up, and to be quite honest I was a bit afraid. I had to go off to the side to do it, and wait till there were no people from other areas walking thru.
"Well, did you down it all"? I remember him asking
"Uhhhh, no not yet."
This went on for a little, I went off, tryed to sum up the courage to just do it until finally, 15 minutes later I just didn't think and I just slammed it.
We watched a little bit of this movie on his portable dvd player and I chilled right there at the front desk and manned it while he went to do his sidework, to finish up his shift. Shutting down the valves and pumps and checking the tent, making sure nobody was still in there, cleaning up ect.
Standing there I felt an odd sensation in my right arm, sort of like a twitch or something. It was like a muscular twitch I've never felt before, or it could have been my veins, I dunno nothing like that had ever happened before.
Funny thing is this continued thru the trip and later all I did was drink some water and it went away. Maybe on DXM I'm more in tune to my body's "wisdom" i.e. being dehydrated, ect? Just an interesting theory.
So we grabbed our shit and embarked on the 10 minute walk to his area, it was him and a few other people sharing the living tent there. It was hooked up with a big screen tv, a playstation and some other systems, lots of movies and a stereo. I think originally we were going to watch a movie.
Well, the walk there was intriguing to say the least. It was windy out and rather cold. It simultaneously felt cold and eerie and yet stimulating and captivating to be moving forward with the wind hitting me like that. I felt like I was going to dissapear, be gone with the wind itself.
By the time we got there, things were getting REAL interesting. I honestly thought I was dreaming, and just kind of sat there while he was setting up a movie to watch.
It got to be a bit much, so I said to him;
"ay, this is real, right, I mean am I dreaming this?"
He off course assured me that it was. I was like, "third plat is nuts" and he said just let the syrup do its thing. He wanted to watch Freddy vs Jason, but I think we ended up putting something else on.
I felt a series of "clicks" and everything sort of blinked on and off, and all my attention was shifted to my head area. I really can't explain this sensation too well but when I told Mark about it he told me that was just my pupils becoming dilated. Solved that mystery. I'd experienced this once before on mj, very weird.
Watched that for a minute. Started feeling overwhelmed. In a good way, then a bad way, in cycles. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom, told him not to bother pausing the movie as I wasn't even sure WTF was going on lol.
I manage to stumble into the port-o-potty. Robowalk and slight itch in full effect now. It took me 30 seconds just to figure out how to open the door and lock it from the inside. Then, when I got settled I forgot why I was even there. I figured I was going to take a shit and so I set up the toilet paper on the seat like I always do. I did manage to have a bowel movement, and nausea was also starting to really kick my ass which at this point was ruining the trip. So after I finished taking a shit I used the other hand (that I didn't wipe with) and shoved my fingers down my throat. It just came automatically because i knew I needed to puke. Then I thought, no, wait, fight it. So after debating whether or not to induce vomiting for a while it came on its own. So that was done.
I step out into the chilly mideastern night, teary-eyed and with abdominal muscles having received severe punishment, yet feeling GREAT. I was so fucking confused at this point. I started to head back to the tent when I heard my friend call me. So I turned around and realized I had been walking the wrong way lol.
Who knows how lost I would have gotten, the way I was going leads thru some wilderness, and to another compound and close to the gate or something.
So I tell this person I'm with I think we should walk around because I was trippin hard, and that's what we did for a while. LOL I remember we went far and at some point on the way back, I followed his every move, mimicking him like a robot or something. It was weird, only happened for like a sec and then he asked me wtf I was doing and I told him I didn't know.
At some point during this walk an airplane passed overhead.
"I'm on that plane right now", I told Mark.
He laughed and acknowledged that he understood what I meant.
We went to the area where I was staying at, and into my room. there were a couple people still there, as they brought their dinner plates with them and were watching movies or wrapping it up for the day. Mark sat on my bed a few feet away, doing something on my laptop. I was sitting there just zoning out when he noticed I was breathing heavy. He told me not to breath in any kind of way, nor ro alter my breathing rhythm. This bit of advice really helped. So he was installing some programs on my computer for me, and showing me a bunch of stuff with my laptop and I was trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying. He got up and left, I think to go to the bathroom. I drank some water and fucked around with fruity loops for a while.
One person was still in the room, 'cause the other two that remained also went somewhere, and I talked to him from across the room. I told him I was on "good times" and he understood, although he dissaproved. We got to talking and he was telling me something about when he was stationed in Italy. It was crazy as hell because for a little while, I WAS IN ITALY. I don't know if it was because of how he described it, or what.
Really, I don't know any better way to describe that experience other than my mind traveling to Italy and seeing the buildings and streets and landmarks in vivid detail while this person was talking about it. It was awesome. I'd never been to Italy, but I somehow concluded that this WAS Italy, somehow I was seeing the real thing in my mind's eye or something.
I looked down and realized my shoes, socks and cavs were covered in so much mud. Must be from when I was walking around outside, how the fuck did I not notice that earlier?
I tried to lay down and close my eyes and get some CEV's but they had the light on.
Mark comes back, we walk back to his area and he proceeds to reach into a backback and pull out another bottle. We just kind of looked at each other and laughed. We split it, and by now I was returning to bassline and the whole thing had only lasted about 5 hours and so now I was dosing again. That was a quick one, but very intense.
Off course, i had just redosed and so this should be interesting when it kicks back in. I remember at one point I was going off on tangents and Mark simply said to me "you think too much", and it had such a profound effect on me that I began to relax and not worry about some of the stupid things i was worried about, like how fast my heart rate was going, if somebody could tell we were high, the fact that I was thousands of miles away from home, ect.
So we smoked a ciggarette and talked for a while and then I bounced.
On the way back I decided to go to my room and listen to music.
"Hey ****, what where you doing walking way out there"? came a voice.
I turn around to see this female whom I actually had a thing for. I told her about Tussin and she seemed skeptical about how much it fucks you up, and I told her we should do it together sometimes. We never ended up doing that, but I did chat with her for a while.
She did comment further on how she saw me walking way the fuck out there, and said she would have given me a ride, but the vehicle she was in was full. "It's cool", I replied.
"Hey, one last thing" I called out to her as I walked away.
"What's that" she replied.
"I don't look too fucked up, do I"?
She kind of laughed and said not too much and called me by some nickname she calls me. God, how I wanted to be more than friends with this girl.
30+ minutes after taking an additional 4 oz and I was thinking about what it would be like to use VIcks 44, and wash it down with some orange juice.
Probably because of this thought alone, I spent the next 40 minutes envisioning a big orange ring around my neocortex, which kind of freaked me out. I basically walked around drinking water out of a b ig ass bottle and waiting for it to end. Initially it was actually exactly like the beggining fazes of the trip and very fun. I even listened to the Offspring song "Spare Me the Details", which sounded fucking amazing.
So I finished taking a piss and decided to head back inside, and go to sleep. Problem was it was now very difficult to walk. This never happens to me on DXM. I basically had to tell myself "ok, move the left foot, now, move the right foot" all the way to my bed. It wasn't very far, but still.
I finally get there and now things get shitty because I can hardly even move. I had a few exceptional thoughts but it felt like I would stay stuck on one for eternities. I considered attempting a meditation but then I noticed I couldn't feel my body, and once again I was melding with the surface I was laying on.
Mentally, things were getting real interesting and I really felt like I was moving through the sky if I just thought about it. I continued trippin balls and I ended up reaching into my backpack (it took me forever to simply unzip it and pull this out) and dug out some sleeping pills the sick bay had issued me. I took a couple which pretty much ended up canceling out the DXM trip, but not before enduring another 20 minutes of numb discomfort. I was simply no longer there physically, completely dissociated. I couldn't even feel what I touched.
DXM + diph or whatever active was in those left me relaxed and yet I couldn't sleep either, and I wasn't entirely sober. I felt like reading, and as if I could either run a mile or take a test. Very focused and calm and yet determined.
I felt like having some deep philosophical and socratic conversations with everyone around me, but decided against it, as that would require waking them up first.
Ended up crashing out. Next morning afterglow was GREAT, I felt like my brain was firing on all cyclinders. Not that night, but the night after the day after Tssn (lol), I had some vivid and exiting dreams.
EDIT: oh yeah, I learned some interesting things during this one, and since then I never had a moment where I wished I didn't dose after I did. Anybody can abuse DXM, but to USE it as a tool or for personal benefit is a completely different story.
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