LSD, Weed (experienced), DXM sold as MDMA (first time)-A Bad Night Gets Worse
This actually happened to me about a year ago, when I was more irresponsible and did not know much about the drugs I was taking. I am posting it now because I recently took Robotussin for the first time and had a major "Ah Ha!" moment. "So that's what I took that night!"
I had recently sold my car (this becomes important later in the story), so I talked a buddy of mine into giving me and my friend Rosie a ride out to a rave on a Saturday night. We drove all over this huge private airfield looking for the party, passing other cars full of of lost ravers. After a half-hour of wandering Rosie said "I hear a beat!" and sure enough we had stumbled onto the party. The driver dropped us off and took off. We were to find our own rides home that night.
We paid our way into the party and found our group of friends, and spent the first hour just socializing, meeting new people and dancing. Eventually I ran into this older hippy guy who had a vial of liquid LSD with him. I had bought from him two weeks before and knew it was strong, so I bought only one drop, as did Rosie and my friend Nate. Within half an hour we were all coming on to the acid with huge shit-eating eating grins on our faces.
The party had two seperate areas, one outside and one inside a huge airplane hangar. They had a seriously awesome laser show going inside and all three of us were loving it. Green lasers were painting huge tracers through the smoke in the air, the trance music was dope, and we were all enjoying ourselves immensely. Then a girl came by and offered us ecstasy. They were large blue pressed pills with no image that she call Smurfs. Rosie and I both double dropped while Nate chose to take one.
The pills came on in about 45 minutes, but there was something "off" about them. I was getting a bit woozy and nauseous when Nate got a call on his cell. A big group of our friends had arrived and wanted us to meet them outside. We walked slowly outside as we were all a bit unsteady on our feet. The nausea got worse and worse and by the time I got outside I knew I was going to puke. I saw our group and my bud Joey, who is always a cool guy to have around when you're tripping. He looked happy to see me but I was horrified to see him. His face was twisting and distorting in time to the convulsions of my stomach. It was just too much for me, and the first words out of my mouth to Joey were "Dude I'm gonna puke."
The vomit came and it was fucking awful. Felt like my stomach was turning inside out. I was starting to burn and itch too. The acid in my system was not helping me deal with this, all I could think was that I had poisoned myself, I was going to die, etc.
I eventually finished puking and my friends helped me to my feet. Rosie had thrown up too, and Nate was in a bad way but had not puked. It was decided that the best thing to do would be to sit down by the wall and chill to let the bad pills wear off a bit. I had to lean on my friends to walk there as I was very uncoordinated and would have fallen without support. My vision was fucked, everything was swimming and blurred. It would have been quite cool if I hadn't felt so damn sick.
We ended up chilling by the wall for an hour at least. A joint was sparked and passed around, which really helped me deal with the nausea and to find a better mental state. An E dealer I knew stopped by and talked to me. He was a really cool guy who usually had the best pills I've ever taken, pure MDMA powder in a capsule. When he heard our story he offered to give both Rosie and I free pills to "take the edge off." Both of us declined, as we just wanted the drugs we did take to wear off. I thank god now that I made that decision.
We eventually went back inside so my friends could dance for a while. The worst of the nausea and Robo itch were gone, though I still didn't feel exactly right. I tried to dance but it was totally hopeless. I had no coordination. I contented myself to sit on the floor and trip on the light show. From the ground my friends were towering 20 feet over me, and the floor kept tilting back and forth. My sense of perspective was jacked. It wasn't like what LSD does to your sense of perspective, this was different somehow.
I was actually starting to enjoy myself some when the worst possible thing that could happen, did. All the lights in the hangar came on and it was announced that the police were shutting down the party. I was so busy dealing with the bad drugs I had totally forgotten to find a ride, and I started to panic again. I found Rosie and Nate and asked them what they were doing for a ride. They had arranged to hitch along with one of the guys selling glowsticks at that party. I talked to the guy and he reluctantly agreed to let me tag along if I helped him break down his vendor's booth.
I was given a box of glowsticks and told to take them out to the big converted schoolbus in the parking lot. In order to do this I had to walk past a line of five police cars with cops out in full force staring down the party kids. I had a LOT of trouble seeing what the fuck I was doing with all the police lights going on top of the cars, and I guess I was still stumbling a bit, because one of the cops came up and started grilling me on where I was going, whats in the box, what are you on, and so on. To this day I have no idea what I said, but it must have been semi-coherent cause he finally let me go.
I found the schoolbus after getting turned around a few times and put away the glowsticks. I contemplated going back to help some more, but I didn't think I could handle the police again. I stayed right where I was. When the vendor got to the bus and found me sitting there he blew up at me for not helping. His face distorted into a demon's and I freaked and started babbling about the police encounter and the drugs I took and blah blah. He eased up a bit and let me stay there while they finished loading. We got back to Rosie's house at last and Nate, Rosie and I stayed up till 6 am smoking bongloads and reflecting on the experience that night.
I wrote this for a couple reasons. First, ALWAYS TEST YOUR PILLS! I had no access to testing stuff before that night, but that experience convinced me to look for more information and now I always test. This was what eventually led me to this site. Second, you dealers need to STOP selling fucking DXM as Ecstasy. The two substances are nothing alike and you will likely get your ass kicked eventually. Third, if you are thinking about trying DXM + LSD I have a few suggestions. I actually think this might be a decent combo, I was just totally unprepared for it that night. There were some cool and unique visual things going on, I just wish I could have enjoyed them. I wouldn't try combining the two without being familiar with them both separately beforehand, and I would stick to a low dose of DXM. I estimate (based on William White's descriptions) that I took a mid-3rd plateau dose that night, and it was just too much for me.
[ 01 October 2002: Message edited by: Lizard24 ]
This actually happened to me about a year ago, when I was more irresponsible and did not know much about the drugs I was taking. I am posting it now because I recently took Robotussin for the first time and had a major "Ah Ha!" moment. "So that's what I took that night!"
I had recently sold my car (this becomes important later in the story), so I talked a buddy of mine into giving me and my friend Rosie a ride out to a rave on a Saturday night. We drove all over this huge private airfield looking for the party, passing other cars full of of lost ravers. After a half-hour of wandering Rosie said "I hear a beat!" and sure enough we had stumbled onto the party. The driver dropped us off and took off. We were to find our own rides home that night.
We paid our way into the party and found our group of friends, and spent the first hour just socializing, meeting new people and dancing. Eventually I ran into this older hippy guy who had a vial of liquid LSD with him. I had bought from him two weeks before and knew it was strong, so I bought only one drop, as did Rosie and my friend Nate. Within half an hour we were all coming on to the acid with huge shit-eating eating grins on our faces.
The party had two seperate areas, one outside and one inside a huge airplane hangar. They had a seriously awesome laser show going inside and all three of us were loving it. Green lasers were painting huge tracers through the smoke in the air, the trance music was dope, and we were all enjoying ourselves immensely. Then a girl came by and offered us ecstasy. They were large blue pressed pills with no image that she call Smurfs. Rosie and I both double dropped while Nate chose to take one.
The pills came on in about 45 minutes, but there was something "off" about them. I was getting a bit woozy and nauseous when Nate got a call on his cell. A big group of our friends had arrived and wanted us to meet them outside. We walked slowly outside as we were all a bit unsteady on our feet. The nausea got worse and worse and by the time I got outside I knew I was going to puke. I saw our group and my bud Joey, who is always a cool guy to have around when you're tripping. He looked happy to see me but I was horrified to see him. His face was twisting and distorting in time to the convulsions of my stomach. It was just too much for me, and the first words out of my mouth to Joey were "Dude I'm gonna puke."
The vomit came and it was fucking awful. Felt like my stomach was turning inside out. I was starting to burn and itch too. The acid in my system was not helping me deal with this, all I could think was that I had poisoned myself, I was going to die, etc.
I eventually finished puking and my friends helped me to my feet. Rosie had thrown up too, and Nate was in a bad way but had not puked. It was decided that the best thing to do would be to sit down by the wall and chill to let the bad pills wear off a bit. I had to lean on my friends to walk there as I was very uncoordinated and would have fallen without support. My vision was fucked, everything was swimming and blurred. It would have been quite cool if I hadn't felt so damn sick.
We ended up chilling by the wall for an hour at least. A joint was sparked and passed around, which really helped me deal with the nausea and to find a better mental state. An E dealer I knew stopped by and talked to me. He was a really cool guy who usually had the best pills I've ever taken, pure MDMA powder in a capsule. When he heard our story he offered to give both Rosie and I free pills to "take the edge off." Both of us declined, as we just wanted the drugs we did take to wear off. I thank god now that I made that decision.
We eventually went back inside so my friends could dance for a while. The worst of the nausea and Robo itch were gone, though I still didn't feel exactly right. I tried to dance but it was totally hopeless. I had no coordination. I contented myself to sit on the floor and trip on the light show. From the ground my friends were towering 20 feet over me, and the floor kept tilting back and forth. My sense of perspective was jacked. It wasn't like what LSD does to your sense of perspective, this was different somehow.
I was actually starting to enjoy myself some when the worst possible thing that could happen, did. All the lights in the hangar came on and it was announced that the police were shutting down the party. I was so busy dealing with the bad drugs I had totally forgotten to find a ride, and I started to panic again. I found Rosie and Nate and asked them what they were doing for a ride. They had arranged to hitch along with one of the guys selling glowsticks at that party. I talked to the guy and he reluctantly agreed to let me tag along if I helped him break down his vendor's booth.
I was given a box of glowsticks and told to take them out to the big converted schoolbus in the parking lot. In order to do this I had to walk past a line of five police cars with cops out in full force staring down the party kids. I had a LOT of trouble seeing what the fuck I was doing with all the police lights going on top of the cars, and I guess I was still stumbling a bit, because one of the cops came up and started grilling me on where I was going, whats in the box, what are you on, and so on. To this day I have no idea what I said, but it must have been semi-coherent cause he finally let me go.
I found the schoolbus after getting turned around a few times and put away the glowsticks. I contemplated going back to help some more, but I didn't think I could handle the police again. I stayed right where I was. When the vendor got to the bus and found me sitting there he blew up at me for not helping. His face distorted into a demon's and I freaked and started babbling about the police encounter and the drugs I took and blah blah. He eased up a bit and let me stay there while they finished loading. We got back to Rosie's house at last and Nate, Rosie and I stayed up till 6 am smoking bongloads and reflecting on the experience that night.
I wrote this for a couple reasons. First, ALWAYS TEST YOUR PILLS! I had no access to testing stuff before that night, but that experience convinced me to look for more information and now I always test. This was what eventually led me to this site. Second, you dealers need to STOP selling fucking DXM as Ecstasy. The two substances are nothing alike and you will likely get your ass kicked eventually. Third, if you are thinking about trying DXM + LSD I have a few suggestions. I actually think this might be a decent combo, I was just totally unprepared for it that night. There were some cool and unique visual things going on, I just wish I could have enjoyed them. I wouldn't try combining the two without being familiar with them both separately beforehand, and I would stick to a low dose of DXM. I estimate (based on William White's descriptions) that I took a mid-3rd plateau dose that night, and it was just too much for me.
[ 01 October 2002: Message edited by: Lizard24 ]
if you ask me. Glad to hear you didn't hurt yourself and became more educated as a result. Nice report!
