i had such a strange trip sunday night...
dosed two bottles of robitussin gel caps (600mg total)... then while i was pretty zonked out i decided to break into my DPT... but i must have been reading my scale wrong in my dissociated state, and i ended up weighing out 250mg instead of 25mg. the pile of powder did look rather large but i attributed the size distortion to my DXM intoxication...
i'm not even sure if i made it back to the couch. i went into this strange waking dream state. i was somehow approaching the limit of infinity. and as i kept getting myself infinitesimally closer to the ultimate singularity i kept realizing that it was possible to get even closer to it. ultimately i never reached it, of course... and the whole time tho the entire situation kept being explained to me as live action metaphors to things that happen at my work. in a way my search for the ultimate singularity was a pointless struggle, and the struggle was having dysphoric effects on me. eventually, with the help of entities that were speaking to me through the form of my coworkers, i decided "fuck it, just go with it." at which point the hazy visual soup i had been experiencing turned into beautiful, distinct fractal geometry. i spent an indeterminate amount of time after that just awash in the visuals and in euphoria. eventually i came to laying on my living room floor next to a pile of vomit. carpet burns on my ankles.
it was one of the most bizarre trips i've ever had. definitely the furthest out i've gone with a tryptamine. but at the same time wow i was incredibly stupid. i think i may have had a seizure, and there was a chance i could have asphyxiated in my own vomit in that state.
fucking scary. and it took a huge physical toll on my body. i feel like i got hit by a bus still, three days later.