On August 5th a friend and I had split a bottle (5fl.oz) of Delsym 12 hour release. We were having a wonderful trip. Listening to some Led Zeppelin, and just discovering new realms inside of our minds. About an hour and a half later (after taking the Delsym) my friend's dealer had called, and informed my friend that he had just got some shrooms...Of course, my friend and I (not in our best minds) decided to go walk to get the eighth of shrooms. We were still tripping balls on the Delsym, so the 1 hour walk didn't bother us much. When we got to the dealers, we had decided to split, and eat the eighth of shrooms there...so we didn't have them on us while walking back to my friend's place....I was already fucked up on the Delsym, but I stupidly ate the shrooms. All was fine, we thanked the dealer, and went on our way back to my friend's house. Then about 10 minutes later, I started to feel the shrooms. (Keep in mind, I am 5' 11" and 107lbs. so drugs hit me pretty fast) It felt pretty amazing...But I was also very frightened (I had done shrooms before, and I have done dxm before...I've just never mixed them) because I had never felt such an insane trip before...I felt literally mind fucked. So my friend had called one of his buddies to come pick us up. We sat down and waited at a Long John Silver's for about 5 minutes (it felt like an hour to us) and his buddy arrived, and gave us a ride back to my friend's place. Once we got back, we layed down on my friend's bed in the darkness, and turned on some Pink Floyd. The visuals were AMAZING, I saw sail boats drifting off into the sunset, in a collage of psychedelic, kalaidescope patterns that swayed with the rythm of the music. (We were laying there for hours, just sinking into our own minds, forgetting that we even exsisted. It was truely beautiful.) But then all of a sudden, the shrooms peaked, and I guess that also caused the DXM to peak...My heart started pounding, I mean POUNDING. I was very disorriented. I knew my heart was beating fast, too fast. But I was tripping too hard to think logically...I started clutching my rosary like it was the last thing I was ever going to hold. and I just laid there until the violent pounding of my heart subsided. After the first day, the shrooms wore off (Thank god) but I couldn't sleep, and was still very anxious, and on edge from the dxm...I actually went to the ER on the third day, because I was frightened that I still felt the DXM, and that I couldn't sleep...All they did was tell me to drink fluids, and eat more than regular. They had also given me an Ativan (Only one, and at the hospital...they didn't want to send me home with anything) to help me relax...which didn't help at all. I went sleepless until the 5th night. I've been sleeping good since...But I am still not back to normal yet. It's been 15 days, and I still see trails, and all these moving speckles. I am starting to think this is permanent...I am so very worried guys. I've forgotten how normal life feels...My pupils are still dialated. I'm not sure what to do about this. I'm seeing a doctor in the start of next week. Wish me luck. If I am a DXM casualty...then it is my own fault. I brought this on myself, and I hope that none of you make this same mistake. It may seem fun to have a permanent trip...But really it makes you a depressed recluse. Not fun... :/ .

