14 DXM Experiences and Personal Reports
used at Erowid with the permission of author William WhiteThis section covers various people's reports about their DXM use. All are given anonymously, sometimes with a pseudonym. Because I have literally hundreds of pages of data, I have chosen to present what I believe to be a representative sample. I fully admit there may be bias here, although I have tried to keep it to a minimum.
Note that I had a bit of a problem deciding how to sort this section. On the one hand, I wanted to sort by mg/kg; on the other hand, only about 20% of my reports list the subject's weight. So I settled on dosage, with mg/kg listed as well. If you see your experience listed here and I don't have your weight, feel free to tell me - just identify which one is yours, since I no longer have any original names or addresses.
Also, I divided the single experiences into first/second and third/fourth plateau trips based on certain elements which were present (or absent) in the descriptions. Sometimes this led to higher dosages in the first section than in the second, and sometimes the decision was difficult.
14.1 First and Second Plateau Experiences
14.1.1 Positive Experiences
W. A. (male, age 19, 110kg), 75mg (0.68mg/kg) + pseudoephedrine
The entire bottle of children's DM, containing a total of 75mg of DXM, as well as pseudoephedrine (don't remember the amount), was drank over the course of about 45 minutes. The initial effect was a lightheaded, disassociated feeling. Thought patterns remained completely lucid and clear as ever. Very unusual perception of motion was also noticeable; it felt as if I was "gliding" around the room, rather than walking. Falling onto the floor into a pile of cushions was very very entertaining. No visual, or audio hallucinations or distortions were noticed. The effects set in around 1 hour after starting to drink the preparation (15 minutes after finishing the bottle). The effects were mainly emotional and physical, as previously stated. I'd heard that musical perception was altered, and I did notice that when listening to music, I really "got into it" (as with pot, but different), and I couldn't get the beat out of my head after turning it off. A friend, who is much smaller than I (5'11, 130lbs perhaps) experienced similar intensity and effects, even though he had taken the same dose as I did.
A slightly increased heart rate was also noted, as was a slight crawling skin feeling, but these were probably because of the pseudoephedrine.
Near the end of the experience, I got a horrid bloated gassy stomach ache, and spent the remainder of the 'trip' dealing with severe diarrhea. It wasn't pleasant. The friend who also did it, didn't experience these effects so it must have just been that my system can't handle the crap that makes up cough syrup (flavors, sugars, perhaps the pseudoephedrine). Or maybe I react badly to the DM itself. The entire experience lasted perhaps 6 hr.
Overall, somewhat pleasant and interesting, but nothing terribly spectacular or insightful. Planned on taking a higher dose the next time, to try for some actual hallucinogenic or psychedelic effects. It did almost feel as if I was nearing a threshold of some sort, sort of similar to a very low dose of LSD.
Sir Death (male), 240mg
Got ahold of 2 4-oz bottles of "Father John's Medicine"-10mg DXM per 5ml "dose" = 236mg per bottle. It took me nearly 10 minutes to down the first bottle-it was a thick black sludge that was supposed to be licorice but smelled (&tasted) much like FlyNap (that stuff at school that we use to temporarily knock out fruit-flies). Needless to say, I was already feeling nauseous and decided against trying to consume the second bottle. By about 45 minutes after consuming the liquid, I began to notice some unusual effects... the radio (I was listening to a talk show) began making weird almost flange-like effects... I stuttered somewhat when I tried to speak (I do not normally have this problem).
About an hour into this, I switched the radio over to an REM CD. The music was more beautiful than I have ever heard it before-each note was intense and vibrant. I stood up and discovered a floating, somewhat euphoric feeling with a little cloudiness of thought. These effects seem to be virtually identical to that of Vicodin (sp.?), a narcotic painkiller I had had prescribed for me following outpatient ear surgery last spring.
The nausea became extremely intense over the next several minutes, and I finally began vomiting violently into my trash can-however, almost IMMEDIATELY afterwards, I felt much, much better. My head felt big and swollen (not at all unpleasant, however) and the euphoria felt when walking around was exponentially more intense. Coordination seemed to be impaired-I tried playing "Tetris" on my computer only to find it impossible to think and act properly. I definitely would not want to drive in this condition.
After about four and a half hours, I began to come down gradually. No "crash" at all-I didn't even fall asleep (as I do with almost every other substance I've tried). By about six and a half hours, I was feeling no effects whatsoever and was able to continue with the rest of my day.
In short, I would try DXM again (just not in that vile toxic waste form). I'd recommend taking an meclizine antiemetic (e.g. Bonine or Dramamine II)-NOT, however, a dimenhydrinate one (e.g. Dramamine) as this causes drowsiness-to control the nausea.
M. T. (male), 250mg
I felt confident and tried a low dose (250mg). I loved it! Everything I read about it came true; music sounded "live", slight euphoria, etc. I did 250mg a few times before moving on to larger doses. Before long I had turned a few friends on to DXM.
B. D. (male) 250mg.
[I kept the original spelling and typing just to illustrate that DXM doesn't always improve one's typing skills.]
sorry abouyt not quoting, but i can't be bopthered. well, i'm currently on the tail enbd of a 250 mg dose of dxm, and fuck i feel *GOOD*. i can't imagine it being possible to have a bad trip on this shit.
oh, man, i feel so good.
well, if i can get this posted withougth screwing up roayally i will ta leastr remewmber it when i read this, and probably regret it...it's neat... ity's like being in a rpoom, with no lightsa except a whole bunch of tv's, and each tv is a different sensory input, and i have a few outputs toom but i can only play with ione atta time. so i cant think vetry well. oh, plese flame me, i am too happy to care. having tried this, i would definately reccomend it.
i walked through the woods for 2 hours with a freibnd who aslo tried dxm for the first time... we had such fun, oh damn i can't see the keyboard anymore am i typing still? oh, i can see the screen so i am. i am going away. TRY DXM, IT'S FUN.
J. W. (male), 300mg
Hello all. 2 hours and 8 minutes ago I ingested 300 mg of DXM, my first trip on anything. I've never done acid or anything like that. This is the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. Based on what I've read, I think I must be peaking right now. This is simply incredible. I can't even explain what's happening to me. I can't stay focused on anything, my mind is racing, and I feel totally relaxed. I can feel my body swaying back and forth to the music ( which DOES sound absolutely incredible on DXM ).
Okay now its 1:19 PM.... 3 hours and 25 minutes since I took 300mg of DXM. I have felt a little sick occasionally, and have itched tremendously on certain areas of my body for the past hour or so. There is a huge red rash on my chest that itches incredibly, almost like a sunburn. I have no idea what it is. I watched some television and that experience was very weird. I didn't like it at all. The only thing on TV was "The Golden Girls" which I find funny sober... It seemed very dumb and boring to me on this DXM. Please realize that the DXM is still obviously going strong in my body and my message may reflect it to some extent. However, since some people have expressed interest in reading other people's experiences (and I love to read other people's experiences myself ), I will now try to describe exactly what is going on, so long as I can remain cognitive. Instead of trying to remember what it was like and post it later, I will try to post it as it happens. I'll devote the next 45 minutes to writing this message...
Both of my eyes feel very puffy, like I get when I'm around cats. My head spins occasionally, and the world around me seems to jitter every time I move my head. While laying down on my bed listening to music, everything was fine. In fact, I find that I am almost perfectly normal (feeling, not thinking ) when I'm laying down. As soon as I get up and walk around, things get crazy. The more I move my head or change my sense of balance, the stranger things get. Neither of my eyes will focus on the same object. I have lost almost all of my 3-dimensional perception. My right eye stares straight ahead and so does my left. They no longer converge on an object to present my brain with a 3d image. Everything is flat. This is only when I let them go, however. I can control my vision. Perhaps with greater dosages I will not have this luxury <G>
Keep in mind, please, that this is my first trip-at only 300mg. For $4.25 I got 300mg of pure DXM and I'd just like to tell you that it has been nothing short of incredible. I read articles about people smoking pot about 2 hours after taking DXM to get both drugs to peak at the same time... I didn't mix anything with DXM (yet ).
Now its 1:24 PM and I have no idea how long this is gonna last. I think I peaked about 2.5 hours into the experience, that would be maybe an hour and a half ago. The peak was simply unexplainable. By far one of the most incredible experiences of my life. There was, however, nothing 'profound' about it. I didn't get any feelings of superiority or godlikeness, or anything like that. Perhaps it was the low dosage. I'm going to go pick up 750 mg's when I can finally drive <G> and take that sometime later this week. Having never experimented with many drugs (I haven't done all that many drugs like some of you veterans <G> ) I must say that DXM is probably the strangest, most interesting thing I've done in my life. There's just no easy way to explain it. On this low dosage, I didn't get any "pink elephants." However, with my home stereo playing loudly, the bass shook my head (which was laying on a pillow which would obviously absorb the bass) and made the entire room shake. As I said, the bass could not have physically made my head move as I was on a pillow. It was more likely an affect of the drug/my eyes/the music. Music does certainly sound incredible with DXM.
Its 1:37 now. I've been listening to the Natural Born Killers soundtrack, Tori Amos' Under the Pink and Little Earthquakes, and "Chill Out," a ambient 2-disc set. I have also listened to all of Yanni's CD's in the past few hours. The music is simply incredible. I paged a friend of mine and she called me back. I told her about what I had done (this was about an hour ago when the peak was beginning to end) and we talked for a while. Quite an interesting conversation. She and her friend are going to try DXM with me next time I do it. I'm going to take probably 600 mg or so and they will get 300mg each. We'll see how it all turns out. Well now its 1:43 and it seems like I've been sitting here for hours. Time looses its meaning with DXM. Even in this low dosage, I guess. I could have been sitting here for a day and would never have known it.
Anyway, my brother and his friends are over here. They don't know what I've done. I find that when I smoke pot I tend to be more withdrawn and afraid of people. They just walked into my room just now and I was not at all alarmed. Personal interaction is very easy yet somehow complex. I have not experienced the "dizzy" feelings everyone always talks about. Perhaps, again, it is the low dosage.
I have heard that, after taking large dosages of DXM, people have experienced gas for the next few days. My entire body feels very warm and flush, but my pelvic area seems particularly warm. I have not "messed myself" or anything of the like, but I can hear my stomach growling constantly. My intestines must be doing something. Perhaps I should have taken the DXM with orange juice or something similar to help with the pH differences...
1:51 now. I'm wondering how long this stupid thing will end up being. My apologies in advance if I begin to ramble on and on. A while ago I made some cappuccino. I dipped my finger in the boiling water and felt NOTHING. I only kept it in for a few seconds because I cognitively knew that, even though I couldn't feel it, my skin was indeed burning. DXM certainly alters your perception and consciousness. I've read articles about people staring at trees, talking to dogs, thinking they were things other than human, etc. on DXM. This whole time I have not forgotten than I am sitting here in my room, listening to my CD player, etc. I never had any thoughts of being something other than human or seen any wild hallucinations. The dosage is again probably to blame.
1:55 now, I'll write until 2:00. To wrap up, I guess I'll talk about how I felt when I first took it. I was not really nervous or concerned. I have spent 3 months researching DXM. I always research something before I try it. When I finally took all the pills, I grew impatient quickly. I had eaten about 45 minutes before, so I think that had something to do with how long it took to take affect. About 1 hour 20 minutes after I took the pills I began to definitely feel something. If there is anyone out there thinking of trying DXM, I suggest this: research it until _you_ feel you know enough about it. Talk to people who have done it. Read the FAQs, etc. If some guy came up to me on the street and said "There are 10 DXM tabs here. Take them." I would have totally freaked out. I personally need to know _everything_ about what I'm considering trying before I try it. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
Well its 2:00 now and I apologize for the length of this thing. I hope you all find at least something here useful or entertaining, as I don't want to waste bandwidth.
AN148627 (male, 73kg), 300mg (4.1mg/kg)
OK, I'll do that thing. Lately I've become a big fan of low-dosage (300 mg, I weigh 160 lb., and have a very low threshold for every drug I've ever tried) DXM trips. I guess "trip" isn't quite the right word...at that dosage, it's more like a buzz, admittedly a buzz with interesting cognitive effects.
Here is a log from a recent 300 mg experience:
3:30 - 4:00 PM - Took 10 Drixoral cough caps while reading alt.drugs. I used the timer on my watch to give me a beep every 3 minutes. At each beep, I took a cap, with water. This was about two hours after a light lunch (a 6" veggie & cheese sub from Subway).
4:45 - Began to feel a bit dizzy. Noticed a tendency to smile at nothing.
5:15 - Definitely feeling a buzz. I played a computer game for 15 minutes. When I stood up, I practically launched myself out of my chair! My limbs felt very light. I felt like I could jump up and hit my head on the ceiling (though I didn't...I was also feeling very relaxed.)
6:00 - Had dinner. Ate *very* slowly, and about half the usual amount. Talked to my wife at great length about exponential growth (I think she was laughing at me).
During this whole period (5:30 till I went to bed), I felt my thoughts frequently "spinning off." Like I would be thinking about one thing, and it would lead to a complicated spin-off, that in turn would lead to another spin-off etc. I had a vision involving mathematical processes. Hmmm, how to explain? Consider a convergent infinite sum (like 1/i^2, for I running from 1 to infinity). The sum tells you to add a term, add another term, add another and another and another, forever. But instead, you can just "do the sum" and get the answer (2, in this case). By this act of abstraction, you short circuit the process of infinitely adding terms. So I imagined doing the same with the act of abstraction itself. This leads to an infinite series of abstractions of abstractions. So do the same to that one! And so forth... I guess you had to be there...
7:00 - 8:00 - While my wife put the kids to bed, I lay down on the floor with the headphones, listening to Counting Crows, Dire Straits, Koyaanisqatsi, and Brandenburg concertos. Really got into it. As has frequently been noted on alt.drugs, music is greatly enhanced by DXM.
8:00 - 9:00 - Played a 2-player computer game with my wife (Oxyd). We had a great time!
9:00 - Smoked a bowl. At first it seemed to cloud up my thoughts, but later I felt even better than before. Watched some TV, but couldn't handle the raw stupidity.
9:30 - Took a hot shower. Felt great. Afterwards, very relaxed. Talked with my wife for about an hour, then just lay down on the couch with my eyes closed.
12:00 - Went to bed, slept great.
That was it. Never felt any nausea. The next day I felt fine, the effects were completely gone.
J. R. (male, 60kg) + friend (male), 300mg each (J. R. 5mg/kg; friend unknown)
10:03 Both: Took 300mg(10 capsules) each of Drixoral Cough Liquid Caps... might have been a bit much for a first time try, but we were feeling daring...(and we wanted it to be good) :)...
10:47 Both: Think we're starting to get a general 'nice' feeling
10:57 J.: Colors seem to be getting brighter. Listening to Nirvana's Bleach album, music seems kind of 'thin' but it's pretty easy to get into.
11:16 J.: Colors really brightening.
11:22 J.: Getting into it... K. doesn't seem to be having much fun yet..
11:53 Both: Went outside to have a smoke and walk around.
12:07 Both: came back in, J.: Things seemed to really be setting in. I first noticed it when I walked back up the stairs to come back into the house. I felt very bouncy, as if I were going to keep floating up... I also felt it when I stood up from a chair. Around this time I also started to notice things bouncing around a bit when I tried to fix my eyes on them.
12:20 I'm definitely getting weird, K. still isn't getting anything...
12:26 Turned off the lights and the monitor, stopped writing this log as things happened. Listened to music in the dark and had a pretty good time singing along. Now I popped in Nirvana's Nevermind. It was more melodic and cooler to listen to. I thought the more psychedelic parts of the music would be more stimulating, but it was really basic song structure and melody that got me going... Time started to get distorted. Couldn't keep my eyes from wandering.
1:00(or so) J.: Time getting really distorted. Songs seem to last for hours, still nothing really for K.. We just lied around and listened...
Things really hit around 1:30... All I can say is that I was FUCKED *UP*!!! My memory from then on is really screwed up, but I remember realizing just how fried I was when I found myself sitting up on the bed with my legs shaking, and asking K. if they were shaking. He told me to stop shaking them (By now he seemed pretty fried too) and when I stopped (it was fairly hard, I couldn't quite remember 'how' to). It felt weird stopping, so I just let them shake (They stopped when I laid back down). Standing up was hard and so was talking (although that didn't stop me). Just laying down, talking and listening was actually quite enjoyable.
Things I noticed: These things are DANGEROUS! I almost choked trying to swallow one of the pills :) (Really though, Make sure you have something to wash them down with). We were VERY heavily stoned. I remember K. remarking 'This is what retarded people must feel like' :). I just couldn't think straight at all...
I seemed to instantly verbalize most of my thoughts. According to K., I talked almost the whole time about absolutely nothing... I wonder if I would have talked so much if there weren't anyone there with me...I found myself contradicting myself often. "I want to try and go outside. No I don't." I also said completely senseless things. He would ask me a question like "Do you want to try and stand up?" and I'd say something like "No, because you'll try to kill me, and the windows can't handle that." Weird...
Part of our talking was telling each other all of our deepest darkest secrets. I can only remember a few of the milder ones, but I know I told him things about myself I wouldn't tell ANYONE normally... Luckily our memories of the experience are very bad, and many of the things we told each other were absolute hogwash (I distinctly remember "Hey man, I gotta tell you something. I have sex with furniture" "That's OK man, I have sex with guitars..."). The next day however, we both felt like a tremendous weight had been taken off of our chest, and I think we're much better friends.
I didn't seem to hallucinate as I thought I would. In fact, I really couldn't imagine anything visual at all. When I closed my eyes, I just saw kind of a slightly more intense normal-closed-eye pattern, and I just felt a general 'swirling' feeling in my mind. K., however, reported seeing Sonic the Hedgehog come running at him a few times. :)
I noticed my body seemed generally numbed, and severely in my mouth and face. The numbing of my mouth added to the difficulty of talking, and I think I had cottonmouth, but it might have just been the numbness.
At one point, for some reason I told K. to make sure all of his fingers were still on because DXM can me bad for them. He started nervously tugging on them to see if they were loose. I really freaked him out :-).
Moving around and dancing was REALLY cool. I was very disoriented and had a bit of a hard time standing up, but I didn't get motion sick or anything, and moving felt great. Looking back, I'm glad nobody sober was watching me dance, I pretty much made a fool of myself :)...
For part of the most intense part of the trip I seemed to be just 'Out of my head', Like the rest of my mind just wandered off and left me to just kinda lay there and stare at things. I also had a few 'waking up' experiences. It's hard to explain, but it was if I were dreaming, and then woke up to find things exactly as they were in the dream.
I only got nauseous twice for short periods, and it was very mild.
Sometime around 4:00, Both of us decided to go so sleep (I wasn't really tired, it was a decision we just kinda made) No weird dreams or anything... The next day, I didn't feel down after the trip, probably because I was still feeling the effects quite a bit. My memory wasn't doing too good, I felt mildly stoned, and I still got that funny feeling whenever I got up.
AN165416 (male). 300mg + alcohol
Tonight I took 300mg of DXM after getting drunk and I really liked it. I am sick and probably have the worst situation for having a "bad trip", if I had dropped acid I definitely would have lost it and felt like shit all night. But I got drunk and took 10 Drixoral cough caps and I really enjoyed the whole thing, sickness and all. At first I was nauseous and threw up a couple of times but it was very painless and left me with a feeling of relief that was very pleasurable. Then I laid down and listened to music for awhile as it kicked in and the only way to describe it was as a religious experience. It was *awesome*. For the next few hours I was restless and I walked around for awhile and just walking around was fun. Feeling no pain, pretty much feeling *nothing* was just the effect I was looking for. I had to take a shit a couple of times with the flu I have but it was not really unpleasant even though I'm sick (get it?).
Now I'm starting to come down I guess, and I would have to say that DXM is good for those who are looking for a kind of narcotic type high but with some of the weird effects of the hallucinogenic type drugs. I think its especially good for those who want to get more than pot has to offer but for whom acid makes them anxious. At least for me DXM doesn't have that "on edge" feeling that acid and shrooms have. Anyway, I'm hungry and I've gotta get something in my stomach. Later.
Anonymous (male, age 16, 80kg). 350mg (4.4mg/kg) + cannabis
Although generally positive, this user had an exceptionally long (3 day) hangover which was definitely not an expected or pleasant experience.
Recently I decided to experiment with DXM as a recreational drug. Although the initial experience was not negative, I am now becoming a bit frightened. You see, it has been more than 54 hours since I took the DXM, and yet I am still feeling the effects. I'll get into the details of how I feel right now at the end of this article, let me tell you that I am still feeling slightly light-headed and numb.
Before I relate to you my story, however, let me tell you a bit about myself. I am 16 years old, white, male, and I weigh about 80 kg (180 lb.). I'm a good student, a junior in high school with a GPA of 3.8 and in many honors/AP classes. I have experimented with marijuana and LSD in the past. I'm not currently on any sort of medication.
And now my story: (all names are changed to protect the guilty.)
Wednesday, March 29th
3:00 PM: School gets out. After reading about dextromethorphan in the DXM FAQ and some positive stories from someone I met up in the city, I decided to go out to Long's drugs and buy some Drixoral gelcaps. I told my friend (who will now be known as Andy) about DXM, and he was interested, too. I drove Andy and myself over to Longs, where we split the cost of a 20 pack of Drixoral Cough. We then drove back to Andy's house. Andy actually lives with a foster family. Back at the house, Andy's foster brother Sam was home with a female friend named Pam. We told Sam about the Drixoral, but he scoffed at us for "stooping" to the level of cough syrup. This from a guy who used to get high from Vick's inhalers.
4:30 PM: Since nothing important is happening at school the next day, we decide to each take 5 caplets. That's 150 mg DXM, or 1.875 mg/kg. Andy weighs less than I do. Regardless, we figured this to be a rather tame dosage to take, so we swallowed the caplets with water and went outside with Sam and Pam. We talked, listened to music, etc.
5:15 PM: We don't feel any affects. We get the idea that this isn't going to work at all (we had a failed Morning Glory experience 5 days earlier) so we each take 5 more gelcaps, finishing off the box. We have now taken a total of 300 mg DXM, which for me is 3.75 mg/kg. Discouraged, we recall that pot is supposed to help enhance the effects of DXM. We get out our bong, and scrape out the resin so we can smoke it. Sam has some shake left in the bottom of a suede leather bag, so we put it along with the scraped off resin in cigarette paper and stick the whole wad in the bowl.
5:45 PM: All four of us smoke out, getting quite pleasantly stoned. Andy and I have given up on the DXM, although we did notice that neither of us coughed at all when we smoked, unlike Sam and Pam. It truly is a good cough suppressant.
7:00 PM: We've been eating and watching TV for a bit, but nothing is on. We get up. Andy and I look at each other. We don't feel stoned. We feel something more. We go upstairs to Sam's room and listen to some music. Andy and I feel good. Really good. Sam and Pam go out to have a walk. My memory of the evening begins to get fuzzy
7:30 PM: I call my house and leave a message on the machine that I won't be coming home at 8, but that I'll be home at 10.
8:00 PM: Music feels really good. I'm seeing hallucinations now. The neat part about them is that I can control them, something I didn't experience on LSD. I've also lost my appetite. I try to force down a cookie, but I can't. I'm very thirsty, however. I drink some water.
8:30 PM: I'm completely delirious by now. I feel insanely good, and I'm getting a definite visual flanging effect. We both feel feverish. I also feel vasoconstricted in my lips and hands. Music is losing it's euphoric quality, but movement is great. Andy and I go out for a walk in the hills. Depth perception is gone, and I am getting double vision. Focusing on things is difficult.
9:45 PM: We get back to the house, and I need to go home, as Sam's mother has returned home. As usual, I am stuck driving in my VW Bug back home. The drive in uneventful. I don't run any stop signs, I don't see any cops, and I go the speed limit.
10:00 PM: I got home. I am able to talk with my father successfully. I am still very thirsty, so I drink a couple more glasses of water. I brush my teeth and at 10:30 I go to bed.
Thursday, March 30
6:30 AM: I haven't slept a wink. I am still tripping. Over the past 8 hours I have tossed and turned, feeling very good, although a bit anxious. Getting up and walking around every so often has felt nice. I enjoy some more hallucinations. Then I realize that I'm going to have to drive to school still under the effects of DXM. I'm a bit worried now, but guess I'm just experiencing the "hangover."
6:45 AM: I take a shower. Neat experience. Felt weird.
7:00 AM: I go to the kitchen to get breakfast. My parents are up. I attempt to talk with them, but I have trouble forming sentences. I shut up. I make myself half a quesadilla, and force down about half of it. I have no appetite, but I don't want to come down not having eaten anything. I drink some more water.
7:30 AM: I drive to school. Pretty easy, although I still have a hard time focusing on things directly.
8:00 AM: School begins. I'm still light-headed and feeling "good." I want it to stop. I take a math quiz on limits. I feel like I'm taking forever to do it, but I finish in less than 10 minutes (about 10 minutes before everyone else.) My perception of time is still a little strange.
10:00 AM: I confer with Andy. He is no longer feeling any effects. We also come to believe that I felt it more strongly than he did the night before. My eyes still move slightly independently.
3:00 PM: I return home from school. I'm still feeling strange.
3:30 PM: I finally take a nap, the first sleep I've gotten in 33 hours.
5:30 PM: I wake up. I feel much better. My vision is totally normal again. I call Andy up, let him know I'm okay.
6:30 PM: Dinner. I interact with parents again and babble a bit.
9:00 PM: I make brownies. It's a lot of fun. I'm feeling the effects of DXM a little stronger again. I'm getting a little frightened that my trip has gone for over 24 hours, so I call Andy up. We talk. I continue to see slight hallucinations in the dark (breathing walls, shifting shadows.)
10:45 PM: I've been watching TV with my Mom for a while, and now I'm beginning to feel a little stranger. I'm twitching a bit. Having things touch me feels very good.
11:15 PM: In bed. Fatigued, but not sleepy. I end up writing in bed for about two hours. I'm in a state of what I would call ecstasy. The sheets on my skin feel unbelievable good. Certain parts of me feel numb, however, especially around my genitals. Hallucinations have stopped.
Friday, March 31
1:45 AM: This is the last time I remember looking at the clock for a while.
3:30 AM: I wake up for a bit. I've stopped writhing.
7:30 AM: My dad comes in, wakes me up. I'm late, having slept through my alarm clock.
8:00 AM: I just make it to school on time. I'm very jittery. I blame all my remaining symptoms on lack of sleep - I've gotten about 5 hours of sleep in the past 48. I stutter a bit when I speak. My hands shake.
12:00 PM: I get progressively worse as the day goes on. I'm having troubles coping with people. I go home.
2:00 PM: I nap until 5:00. I feel slightly better.
This all leads up to me now. I've been typing this up for about an hour. I started at 11:15 PM. Here's my current situation. I am tired and woozy. I feel numbish all over - not totally number, and I still feel pain (pinching) just fine, but gently touching and squeezing of my body feels strange. I am developing a headache, but I'm loathe to take any medication right now. My hair is still sensitive to touch (scalp hair, arm hair, etc.) but the actual skin underneath isn't. The effect is most pronounced in my scalp skin, forehead, nose, face, arms and genitals. I still have feeling in all these places, it is just a different type of "feel", but it is different. I still feel pain normally, however.
Worst of all, I'm getting sort of used to feeling this way. I begin to forget that I'm not quite all here. Then I'll realize that I don't feel like I normally do.
I apologize if this gets harder to read as my article continues. I'm finding it more and more difficult to type. Also I am having trouble concentrating. I going to go to sleep.
I didn't get a chance to send this off last night. It is now 6:30 PM Saturday, and I'm feeling better. I'm still lightheaded and slightly numb, however.
Wow, a 72 hour "trip." I wasn't expecting this.
Raskolnikov (male). 350mg
[Note: this experience seems typical of day-time DXM trips. Most people's DXM experiences have occurred at night.]
I've done 350mg during the day (before a lecture). What I noticed was that everything was pretty bright, I felt a great buzz, and I was tremendously relaxed. Since I could see everything, the feeling of disjointed limbs was pretty intense, too. If you have roboed enough, I say go for it. I can pass for sober at this level easily, too, so it's safe to do in public. But YMMV.
J. W. (male), 360mg
I tried my first robodose this Friday. I went up to Walmart's and bought 8oz of Vicks 44. I was planning on doing it with a friend, but right after I had downed about 2oz(of the 4 that I did) a girl called and asked me on a date.
Well, I asked my friend that I was dosing with if it would be all right if I ditched him. He said it was fine(knowing that I don't get too many dates, especially good looking ones). I finished off the other 2 oz, then I met her at a smoking hall. We sat around and talked awhile, I told her that I was drugged and that I may not be completely coherent throughout the night ;)
We couldn't find a movie to watch, so we went back to my place(she was driving, obviously) and talked a bit more. I was just beginning to feel the effects when we were talking at my house. (The initial were having trouble walking, and a slight distortion in background noise) During when we talked, I had "Indiffence" by Pearl Jam on... the music felt great, it just ran through my body. My whole body and mind felt as if they were new, like I was five years old again. I actually managed to hold a decent conversation.
I went to put in The Wall (movie) by Pink Floyd. We sat back on my bed and watched it, this is when the visual distortions began to come on. At first there were slight trails, then there were waves, like the fabric of the universe was flowing. At about "Another Brick in the Wall part 3" I couldn't get both my eyes in sync, one looked normal, the other was rotated off at 45'. By the end of The Wall, the effects were lessening, and I was still feeling good, no hard come down. She took me to get my car(I felt as if I could drive now), and we went back to her place. We sat down on her bed and talked for another 4 hours. A really good date, and a very good trip. In the morning, I felt fresh, a little tired because of only getting 3 hours of sleep, but no cotton mouth, no hang over.
Unfortunately, my friend, who I ditched :(, went to a party and started puking. But he understood(although he says he'll never robodose again ;) I would recommend robodosing to anyone who can hold down the syrup...I think it was the best trip in my life.
Derf (male, age 21). 360mg + cannabis
I've posted a few DXM experiences a while back, and recently had another... every time I think I have this drug figured out, something REALLY odd happens! This time, it started at a friends house where we all smoked a little pot. After that, I went home and ate 12 Drixorals. (good thing that's all I had). I've experimented with a lot more than this, but I didn't feel like going to get more caps! Anyway, after the caps started working, my earlier high had settled into a really mellow feeling.
When the DXM peaked, the most I can remember is laying on my bed thinking "wow, that's odd how I can still move my legs even though they aren't attached to my body anymore!" This was WAY cool and didn't bother me in the slightest bit at the time. I was totally convinced that my body had separated into 2 parts, but I was amazed that I could still control them both. I was laying there for a loooong time just wiggling my feet and stuff just because it seemed so strange!!
Other than that and one other incident which I'll describe later, the trip was just your standard flying around and stuff. The other weird thing that happened to me was when I was just sitting and listening to some pink floyd. All of a sudden, there was a lot of confusion in my mind of what I was seeing, and what I was imagining. I've always been able to pretty much distinguish the two before. this time, it felt a lot more like an acid trip than usual. It felt like I discovered another set of "eyes" somewhere just above my real eyes, and that these eyes were looking out at a different reality. Once I straightened that out in my mind, I could switch back and forth!
When I switched to the new reality, I remember at one point being confused as to which was actually my original reality. I couldn't remember whether I was sitting at home or standing in this long hallway. that's about all I can remember tho. =(
Derf (male, age 21). 420mg
I dunno if anyone has had similar experiences, but I started thinking ... when I'm on a trip, I have a life in that reality. when the trip is over and that reality disappears, that life must die, right? So... then I started thinking about what if my life as I know it now is only a similar sort of occurrence, then what will happen to me when this "trip" is over? Hmm.... then I started thinking that it would be possible for me to be the only person who is actually "real" in my reality, and that anyone and everything else is just produced by my thoughts. This was a GREAT part of the trip... I felt like I was a god. in fact... Later on I created a reality for a small population of beings, then destroyed it... well, just because I could. =)
Derf (male, age 21). 420mg
Well, here goes my weekly DXM trip report! hehehehee... this one was pretty boring.(420mg) it started getting good around 2:30am and I was already REALLY tired, so I didn't get a lot of good visuals like I usually do. Anyone else ever have this happen??? But the one cool thing that I remember from last night was the conversation with my friends ducks. Yeah, sounds odd... but these ducks convinced me that they were the keepers of time or something to that effect, and that they could control time itself. I remember chatting to these ducks at great length in my mind.
Derf (male, age 21). 420mg
Well, I had recently posted an article stating that my most recent DXM trip was practically uneventful... I think I spoke too soon! Over the past few days, I've slowly began to remember more and more of it! Now that I'm able to recall a few strange new experiences, I'll try to describe them.
This is definitely a new feeling for me on a DXM trip... I remember at one point I found myself living out one of my memories of when I was 5 years old and staying at my grandparents house. I remember thinking I was actually there again. I was outside on a bright, clear, summer day riding my tricycle with a neighbor girl while my grandmother was watching me. This was a really short memory, but it made me feel great being there again since my grandmother died about 2 years after this. (I'm 21 now) for some reason, I felt like the period of time while I was tripping was linked to the time period of my memory... that's the only way I can describe what it felt like immediately after living through the memory again.
J. S. D. (male). 560mg
Hmmmm so far the max dosage I've taken has been 560mg (yesterday), and I think I knew who I was . . but it got really strange. Having downed a bottle of Formula 44, I put some Front 242 into my walkman (which I listened to continually until dark when I switched to White Zombie) and just took a long walk. As I walked down the trail near my house I began to pace my walk to the beat of the song, snap my fingers, do little spins on the road, none of which I normally don't do (no shit), but it just felt so good to move. And when I think my trip was peaking I saw/felt something invisible, yet incredibly large and fast, moving around me in the forest. Very intense. So much more than an acid smurf, I felt as though it WAS the forest, trying to contact me.
D. M. (male). 600mg
I started my journey about 8pm. Finished the pills in a span of about 30 minutes. About 30-45 minutes later, I started feeling the familiar effects of drowsiness. I decided that it would be best to get out and do something before I fell asleep and wasted my time. It was about 9:00, so I went to my favorite alternative club where there was an awesome "mind candy" band called Mindseye playing. There weren't more than 20 people in the club including the two bands that were playing. I just kicked back in a booth, closed my eyes, and went on an internal trip that lasted at least 45 minutes, although it felt like hours.
I had a sensation of moving into a higher realm of thought. I was so focused on the music that it became a part of my consciousness and my being. Opening my eyes just became a letdown because it reminded me that I was in reality. :) So I just closed them again and enjoyed the phosphenes that were running rampant through my brain. The only part I didn't like was the feeling of being in a Doom game without the monsters. I felt like I was running through the corridors and riding the elevators. Oh, well. Nobody promised that it would be COMPLETELY enjoyable.
Anyway, after the set, I went to the bar to order a Miller Lite. The barkeep said that they didn't have Miller Lite. I asked for Coors Light. He said he didn't have Coors Light. [blank stare with severely dilated pupils] "What light beers do you have?" "Lite." "Lite?" "Lite." "Lemme have that, then" "$1.50" ("Hey, great price", I thought) It was Miller Lite. Oh, well. It felt like I was arguing for 30 minutes. Gawd, I hate interacting with people in that condition.
I staggered back to my booth (at least it FELT like staggering ... it felt REALLY weird to walk) and sipped my beer while watching the band take down their equipment. They looked like a bunch of worker bees from my perspective, and is was really interesting to watch. Drinking was an unusual experience, too. It was like the first time I had ever drunk anything. All my movements were very slow, methodical, and calculated.
After I finished my beer, I went down to a techno club I had been meaning to visit. It was about midnight. I know that this is a big lapse in time. I guess I wasted 2 1/2 hours in that bar listening to the jukebox and watching the band. It was only 4 blocks, but the way my legs were moving, it felt like I was walking stiff-legged the whole way. Fortunately, it was a slow night on my city's version of Bourbon St., and I only passed about 5 people on the way.
The doorman was the next big hurdle. Actually, I managed to keep myself fairly composed. He warned me that it was kinda slow, and I went into a repeat of the beer discussion. "Slow?" "Slow." "Okay." (trying to avoid giving myself away, even though my pupils filled my eyeballs) I handed him the two bucks he asked for and walked in. I found an empty couch and plopped down. It was heavily padded and had a low back. Perfect for slouching. The DJ was playing a fantastic mix of techno and classic rock. As the night wore on, she was playing almost constant techno. They have a light show that is really something to be seen. The dance floor is surrounded by mirrors that reflect the blue lights from the bar and make it look like a cityscape from the year 2020. VERY impressive in my condition.
The only times I got up were to go to the john twice and to the bar once for water. Walking got stranger and stranger. I think I was having trouble keeping my balance, but I don't remember staggering. The worst part was the feeling that I was choking on my uvula. My mouth felt dry, and water wasn't helping. It must have been the anesthetic effects of DXM. I stayed there for two hours in the same spot only moving the three times I mentioned. I was still not bored, but I figured that since it was 2am, it was about time to get home. This may have been a mistake. The streetlights had started tracing, and the blinking lights were playing hell on my perception.
In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have driven home, but I was broke, so a cab was out of the question, and there was no way I could have sobered up. I didn't feel drunk. It just felt like all my surroundings were foreign. I paid extra-close attention to my driving, but still nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of police. I got home in one piece and fell asleep to the mellow sounds of Pink Floyd's Ummagumma disc 2.
I woke up around 9:30am, fully alert. Checked my eyes. Fully dilated. Made an excuse to get out of the house, wearing shades. Went to see a movie with a friend, which was pretty fun. I was still feeling a bit weird. The dark theater helped me relax. Got out of the movie and went home. My eyes were normal by this time, although I still felt a little strange. That feeling lasted until about 7pm. So the brunt of the trip lasted about 12 hours and the after-effects lasted another 11. WOW!
Anonymous (male). 600mg
I had just got home from work and decided to do DXM, so I took about 600mg and went downstairs and turned on the radio to wait for it to begin. Well, I guess what happened next is I fell asleep before I started tripping. Boy, about 3-4 hours later I woke up from having the most incredible dreams/hallucinations ever! The best part was that the dreams were under my control {even the really funky ones}. While dreaming, I had started to make my own, and have fun with the ~normal~ ones. They were very imaginative, creative, and about the most visually clear dreams I have ever had. And what is even better, the music on the radio, influenced my later dreams so that the theme of the song was sometimes the visual side of the dream I was having.
Well anyway, I later found out by experimenting, that if you choose songs with good themes or stories in them you could almost live them while they sang. I find that to be a very wonderful side of DXM, I can not wait until next time.
AN172244 (male, age 23, 82kg). 720mg (8.8mg/kg)
I felt heavily stoned. It was hard to track objects with my eyes, and I often had double vision. Objects looked far away, but not out of proportion (e.g. the small TV a few feet away looked like a HUGE TV many feet away). Walking was difficult-I felt like a robot. I had preloaded my 5 disc changer (Pink Floyd Animals, Dark Side, Beethoven Sym #9, Shostakovich #5, and Electric Ladyland). Laid on my couch w/ a good pair of headphones, and only the light of the Xmas tree, and entered another world. The music totally pulled me in, I could no longer feel my body or the headphones, I felt like I was in some strange video game, flying over computer generated terrain. I often felt like I was in a huge concert hall listening to the music come from all around me. I was always in control, though. If I opened my eyes I could return to 'reality'. Incredible!!
(side note: I _highly_ recommend the Shostakovich #5 for DXM trips. The music has a real dramatic Russian flair, and is alternately dreamy and very intense. Being a 'modern' classical piece, it is strange enough to sound like it is from another world when on DXM. The Bernstein recording of it should be less than 10 bucks.)
S. T. (male, age 28, 110kg). 960mg (8.7mg/kg) + cannabis
Starts real mellow. A body warming. Slightly drunk and dizzy. In a very good way. A "boozy" drunken feeling it is not, maybe like Seconal. A definite "in the body" thing. Started cutting corners close, bumping into walls. Distortions in my spatial perception. Sight slightly blurry. Impossible for me to read small print. Underlying calmness.
Music is much more enjoyable. A kind of craving for louder and harder beats. Enjoying the textures of the tape hiss between tracks.
Strange disjointed thought process. Underlying calmness. Full warping of subspace. Pin Head with expansive arms/legs. Incredible head size. Warping and folding of body. Incredible spatial distortions.
Had to lie down on bed with no light. Wind was howling but I was calm. Continued spatial and mental distortions, but with a calmness telling me the trip was going to be okay. Never "totally" lost it like with LSD. Underlying calmness throughout entire trip which is unlike LSD for me. LSD tends to be a "speedy", tense kind of trip for me. Hard for me to ride an LSD trip because of the tenseness.
P. L. (male) Unspecified dosage of DXM
[I don't usually include unspecified dosage trip descriptions, but P. L. writes exceptionally well, and I think this particular piece may capture the essence of a high second plateau trip better than anything else I've yet found. Though probably written after the trip itself, the form of his writing is in many ways characteristic of the thought processes of a DXM trip. Enjoy!]
Hello friends. Yesterday I was feeling a touch lethargic. I had woken up only around 2pm and generally felt like a lazy bum. I messed around for a while on the computer, reading email and news. Well not really a while because I emerged from a semi-comatose state at around 6 PM. I decided shutting the computer off would be the wise thing to do at that point so that is what happened as it were.
Grabbing a bit or 10 from the cafeteria, I pondered the slogan of Jester cafeteria: "What you Don't Know Can't Hurt You." I didn't know what I was eating but so it didn't hurt me unless you count starch overload and gaseous pain as bad, which I don't. Upon returning to my room I arrived. The roommate of mine, Mr. James was entirely present at once giving studying a go of it.
"James, I lamented," I said at the time, "Studying on a Saturday night?"
"Yeh," he said. Noting that he did not say "Yeah" but more of a "Yeh" with a long uuuh sound. I seated myself on the seat infrontwise of the computer and flicky the switch that turney it on. Reading news and mail for even more longer periods of time I morosed at my situation again. Spotting the presence of many drixoral cough caps in my desk drawer I suddenly developed a rather severe cough requiring immedietly medical attendonitis.
Writing myself a perspiration is wont to help being the situation as it pleased me so, I consumfed the pills regularly quick. Putting clothes on (nekkid was I this whole time) rendered me fully clothed and I discovered that my ears were detecting strains of bizarre religious Korean music wafting from a box adorning Mr. James' desk. "Thinking this won't do," I said quietly determined to find my own tunes. I put on the headphones and started to play the Musak of all. Quickly finding the bright light unappealing, and noticing I was on the higher floor of the dorm, I elected to faraway to a more pastoral clime.
Gathering my belongs into a green bag that materialized in my paws, I forgot to include a wonderfully handy Mini-Mag lite that would have solved woeful problems I encountered later in the evening. Note the clever use of foreshadowing in the previous passage. I included amongst these materials a Walk-man and tapes of various important American rock-and-roll bands the devil's music as it were. Also was cigarettes and the important useful lighter, black in color. I considered flooding my guitar into my pocket and percolating that too, but the accoustics were suffering as a result of the stuffage so I left saying, "Good-bye, Mr. James! I will see you later."
Shaky swagger down the hall stopping to release bladderfuls of concerns into porcelain. My heart was heavy and my eyes were dim as I realized it was almost 45 minutes since ingesting the ahem medicine and the effectingness were starting to notice upon me. I stepped outside into the lovely cool air noting the temperature was neither hot nor cold. It seemed to me to be like one of the oft-remembered nights-on-the-town of Incline yore.
I stooped beneath an old oak tree adorning the lawn at the corner of East 21st Street, Austin Texas 78705-9005 postal code and the nearby adjacent San Jacinto street. I smoked a filthy cancer stick noting that the taste was unusually pleasantly remindful of smoking past with the combination of the evil grass leaf, cannabis sativa. You see, I usually smoked Camel Special Lights (TM) (R) along with the bad mary jee-wana and the taste is remindful as I was smoking the selfsame ciggies last night. The music was continually playing note after note in my left and right ear, being the Dead (who are ironically alive) playing a lovely China Cat Sunflower -> I Know You Rider which is lovely. The notes started to close my eyes and I rode along the golden crest of waves.
Simply sitting under the tree was the time first of all that I realized that the miniature Mag-lite would have been useful to sort my assortment of un-sorted musical tapes. As it was dark. I decided to move myself closer to the light-source illuminating and perched high humpty-dumpty style on a wall of sorts nearto and overlooking the street aforementioned. Many people passed nearby (but never touching) as this was a busy sort of street near many dorms including the one in which I lived. I looked at the popel but touching was not done. Bored getting was I though I had only barely begin to tripppp out.
In the U of T, A there is a feature architechtually or landscaping-known in some circles considered to be a South Mall to which I decided to rest my bones. In front of the largest Penis in the Sated of Texas is a large Lawn named the South Mall. At the North End of the South Lawn is a statuesque of Jefferson who is also holding a dildo in his left hand (this is true.)
Across the lawn is clearly visible the State Capitol of Texas forming a large line across the city of Austin, Tekas. Walking wise the mile or less to this site seemed to take a longishly short amount of time as my feet moved very very fast it seemed. I knew at this point that the effects of my uh cough medication were takingly effects. I found the South Mall where I left it from Last Time which was friday. I walked across the ocean of green (though sort of blue in the flourescent and moonlight) grass to the exact center of the lawn. I was now part of the line betweenwixt the afro mentioned objects. Laying on the underside of of my back I noticed the milky way gladcy was lining up to me too.
My rain falls like crazy fingers. I straighting out my possesions including the hat atop my head blocking my access to the ground. If not for hair, we would all be bald so be thankful. Many times when you are thinking about the Earthy you picture your place being that one of a flat area plane. Rarely is it an enticing thought to actually see yourself in a round sphere at the apex. Well my friends at this point in the Tale I will draw a diagram:
/^\
ooooooo
(ooooooooo)
/ooooooooooo\
(ooooooooooooo)>-|o <- [Fig. 2: "Me"] *
\ooooooooooo/ |
(ooooooooo) [Fig. 3: "Nearest Star"]
ooooooo
\,/
[Fig. 1: "The Earth"]
In other words I was sitting at the very nearest point of the Eard to the point in space I was looking straight up at. Believe me it took a long time to draw that stupid Earth Fig 1. I don't even know what figs have to do with it.
I thought of Sumner also at that instant, though I am not sure what connection he has here at this time. I flippeded the tape over and listening to "Loser" no not the recent Dylan-esque pop-bubblegum classique recorded by the late Beck but the old Dead song. I am telling you now (in just a second) that the guitar solo was more than I had heard. Wow. Well I just told you. I flipped the tape over and started hearing the following song that I heard, which was "Good Lovin" and I got some. Following that was the Drums solo and that was wild so I was just a grovin' to everything.
I lit up another ciggie and noticed the taste was even more loveler and before. I beheld that I only had a few left so I had best conserve them lest I run out before the night was through. "So this will be the last one for a while" was my line of thought here.
Now here comes the crux of the story, or the je ne sais quai or the climax if you are sexually obsessed: I don't know what I did with the lighter. I mayhaps have tossed it aside into the yon fields of grass or stuffed it into a nook and or a cranny or put it aside, but the being point I was making is that it's GONE. No light no smoke. I realize this as Drumz goes back into Good Lovin. Finally the words start again, and aghast I say out loud to myself, "This was all one song?! I thought it was, well," more songs, I said. I lookie at all the peeplies walking aboust on a proustly Saturday night. Many of them are perhaps wondering to themselves as, "Who is this guy on the grass anywhays," or "Damn, my last joint," or perhaps as, "I wonder if that guy on the grass has a really bad cough or something?" But the answer was for none to see.
Rather surprising at once point was when a guy walking merrily about his way down the bath suddenly stooped and did a cartwheel. As this person was now spinning about a purple axis, I wondered, "Did my eyes just decieve me or did that person suddenist spin around a pooply axis, bold as love?" Such recriminations were nost in order though as I heard "Dancing in the Streets" and "Morning Dew" in the next order. I had by now rolled around considerably on the grass and perplexing the poor stuff. It felt rather soft and nice to my trippy hands. Finally I took out my Dead 5/2/70 tape and put in the Beetles 'own "Blue Album" collection of song materials.
Listening to "Strawberry Fields Forever" as I surveyed the surrounding architecture I noted a large Church religious shire near. Thinking the origional Strawberry Fields was religious related in Liverpudlian, I floated up and down the lawn lamenting the lack of personages familiar to me. Penny Lane was in my ears and in my eyes, beneath the dark star filled sky. I did discover the missingosity of my beloved lighter used to create fire. I spent quite a long unfortunate time seaching for this piece of machinery. It was becoming the focal point of my existance. As all of the people currently reading this epic toem have been under the influenced of the evil mary Juanta plant can attest to this feces: Everythingly seems to take forever whike you wonder, "Did I look here before?" I searched my green bag which was laying leisurely near me. I searched my pockets and my jacket and the ground near me, but the lighter had mysteriously vanished into the nether-lighter realm. Eventually drugging the passages of "A Day In The Life" I gave up my quest (temporaly) and gathered my remaining belongings up and walked to the North.
Wondering abits with nothing to do, I feeled the need to urinate again (After all I had drank quite a bit of liquids in revealing the drixorals to my stomach) so headed to the nearest Building. Which happened to be the Undergrad Library, which happened to be closed. I proceeded to the NEXT building, which was the infamous Student Union upon entering. Mostly it was closed as well but some areas of the large structurly were open for business of any ports. Finding it very berry difficult to walk at this time, I turned off my headphones. It seems that the bassline of "All You Need Is Love" was effecting the movements of my feet in such a way that made walking impossible. The walls were beginning to melt and Greg Brady was emerging from the woodwork in a way that I Wish he wouldn't. Feeling OK Soda for the moment though, I thought about Where I found a Bathroom on my Summer Vacation. Near the bowling alley.
Bowling Alley?! No bowling alley in a Student Union, were there? Sure enough there was and it was quite packed with younders enjoying all sorts of sports infolving throwing heavy balls at white pins. Luckily for me the balls of all sorts were evading my head and extremities, but Not for Long! I wondered how could that last after all I Was standing in the "alley" as they termed it for throwing the balls at the pins. "Cries of," hey what's that moron thinks he's doing, and Get out of the way, dummy! "Accompanied my fusilade." Jimping merrily dodging heavy black spheres, I foundst my way to the pretty potty. Ah, relief I shouted as the stream of pee-pee failed to erupt. "Oh yeah," I thought, "I gotta turn it on!" And so it were. I urinated most merrily.
My lighter, I thought, is still missing. Perhaps I could find it by the light of my faithful dog Cragsemere. The sauana bathroom light provided the illumination neccesary to conduct another investigation into the whereabouts of the light but no further progross was made. A FREAK was in the bathroom with me. I gourd hardly see the poor man though as cough pills tend to alleviate that nasty vision thing, and he was melting and falling to bits as it were. Ruminating should I held the fellow get back together in one piece, no Fuck him! I shouted and ran out of the room (it was a bathroom.)
Strugglying to find my way to the street I came across an endless field. It shimmered and shimmied for a moment and a bus stop filled the void. A bus came buy and I got on that's when it all began. There was a Cowboy named Neal at the wheel of the bus to never-ever land. Finally tombledown I reached the end of the Union and emerged blasphmeming into the street. Music resumed playing at this thyme, goo goo gaa joob was the ralleying cry.
Surely my eyes aren't decieving me, but I swore this girlie that I knew from way back on the Island walks by and says, "Hallo" as she is want to do. Me as I was fiddeling with stuff didn't realized it until after the time, Butt I said "Hallo" anyway. Who knew? Maybe next year I will get a right hook too. Walking down Guadalouppe (the Drag) why a drag it was, too. I found myself in the West Mall this time, which is different from the South Mall in that it plays to the West rather than Southerly, and there is little to know grass here. Turn that damn guitar down! Well I float in liquid gardens and Arizona's new red sands. I sat to recoup and gain my senses and possibly replace the tape I am playing with.
Sitting on the bench my eyes become rather bizarrely orientated. Have you seen the films of the science-fiction? It is somewhat approximately like that. A small roving portion of my eye becomes disctinctly focued and magnificationly wise. I use this new-found super power for the dardest of deeds, to look for that darnded lighter again. Instead my roving eye focuses in on a steady stream of ants coming this way! Now I hate ants dearly and I stand up to avoid them at all costs. Sure enough one clings to my hand which I shake off.
Finding another place to stand, I realized that my music was not playing the correct notes! Often times the notes were slower than intended. So I replace the batteries (this is hard with 1 hand, 1 hook, and 34 drixorals.) And select a new tape, one with a mix of many bands. That def dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball. By now I am surely an adjective descriped as "PEAKING" and since I have lost my lighter I am near the point of crying tears. My vision is not so good as because things are dripping and rearranging right before my eyes, surely not an effect of a psychedelic drugs?
I decide to make my way gently and slowly to my home-time abode. I wonder, "What time is it?" so I check my watch to find out the answer to this lovely question. It seems the watch face has melted onto my wrist. It is therefore impossible to find out the time, but fortunately the U of T, A is equipped with an extra-large Penis as noted before. This Penis chimes out the hour every hour on the hour. I found it to be by now 12 midnightly by my reckoning.
I found my way back to the South Mall and gave the damn grass a once-more going over to find my lighter. No luck so I lay down on the grass. My body quite literally melts into the earth, leaving the essence of my soul clinging to the ground like a vapor. However, perhaps the source of this disturbance can be found. You see I cannot verily go to French class on Monday if my body has melted into the Earth, can I now? The musak goes out of Space (for those of ye who don't know, a very bizarre sound-effects weird thing done at Dead shows) and into a song, "The Other One." The guitar notes emerging from Space into Other One is the life-force that slowly ebbs back into my body. It rises from the ground, engulfs my body, and I rise from the Dead so to speak.
I was very pleased that my soul found a home again, because I had a paper due in English coming up and it's hard to type if your soul's body has melted into the ground. I decide now would be a good time to return sightly home again. I make my way back to the lovely Moore-Hill dorm (my home). Smoking (en francais, fumar) is verboten dans el Universitudo, so you have to smoke your dagga outside. I cleft a ciggie to my lips and learn again that I have no light. Damn! However, there is a studnut run radio station in the next building. some nasty hippie kids are standing by the door smoking, so I figure how can I get a light from them? Being near them would be a good start. I try to be near them but they have disappered. They are gone. I go back to my corner of the universe, and sure enough there they are again. I am afraid that I cannot speak, so I forget about the whole situation and smoke an unlit cig. Making my way inside and up to my room, I put the key in the lock and twist and turn for ages. Finally the door is agahst and Mr. James is standing lookin' perplexed. "The door was open the whole time," he scowls at me.
"Oh. Still studying?" I ask nochalantly but I am given away. I was speaking a foul alien tounge and now HE KNOWS. "Yeh." But then he leaves so I am left alone. I run into the shower and cleanse myself. This is a difficult task while still frying fully. Several times I have to remind the water to behave itself. Eventually I am done and return to my room. I turn the light off and sit down on the bed.
For the first time that night, I realize exactly what went on (that I was tripping, etc.) I think I have come down, but not completely. I turn on the music again and relax to the edifying tunes of music. I fall asleep abliss and think, "Tomorrow I will write my mates and remind them of my learnings and travels."
Well, what did you think? I am suprised you read this far without flicking off the screen, thinking, "What a loose screw."
But I am off to get some chowder.
14.1.2 Negative Experiences
Anonymous (male, 73kg). 135mg (1.85mg/kg)
[This experience is atypical for such a low dose, and I believe that this unfortunate individual lacked the normal P450-2D6 enzyme. As a consequence, the duration and strength of the trip were much greater than usual, and very little of the DXM was converted into DXO. Thus, this may be a good example of the effects of a sigma agonist with little or no NMDA activity.]
It began OK about 40 minutes after taking the Robo, but without any especially interesting effects. I began to feel very relaxed and warm, almost feverish (although without a real fever). Talking took a little concentration.
Soon I began to feel a little nauseated. Any time I moved my head, I became VERY nauseated, but if I sat still the nausea was only mild. I began to see double, which was expected from what I'd read before, but could usually correct this with a little effort. Walking gradually grew almost impossible because, when moving around, I couldn't tell which way was up. Then I began to have spells of worse nausea, accompanied by an intense feverish feeling and sweating, then by waves of coolness. Downing a lot of cold water seemed to help the nausea and feverish feeling as much as anything, but at its worst I really wondered if I might be dying, although that possibility seemed devoid of emotional content (as did most everything else that was happening the whole time).
I took the DXM at 6:00 PM. By 8:00 I was thinking "Hmm, I probably won't try this again any time soon" and feeling very bad, especially when I tried to eat some guacamole. It was becoming impossible to concentrate on the TV show that was on, and difficult to talk. My lips became mildly numb. Finally, about 9:00, I decided to see if laying down would help (I'd been leaning back in a reclining chair). Whenever I closed my eyes or turned out the lights, I began to hallucinate in a completely boring way: I began to see what seemed like many parallel streams of type, in a variety of typefaces, sizes, and colors, emerging simultaneously from a multitude of invisible sources. Most of the time they didn't seem to make any sense, but sometimes I felt that there was a message in them that I should understand. Later I could see, in brief flashes, brightly colored cartoon-like moving faces and what seemed to be animated billboards or TV commercials. Sometimes the streams of type would be replaced by streams of musical notes on multiple musical staves, all in color (but without any accompanying sound). The waves of nausea and fever also continued, though more widely spaced and less severe.
All this I found very tiresome, though not frightening: I just wanted it to go away so I could rest. I tried listening to the radio. Music was impossible to take, but talk radio seemed to give me some distraction from the hallucinations (even when I couldn't focus on the conversations). Finally at about midnight it began to fade away. I dozed off several times over the next 5 hours, once for as long as an hour; the first couple of times, when I awoke, I had some trouble telling where I was.
All the next day I felt weak and nauseated, but my emotional disposition was even better than usual (go figure!). I had to force myself to eat. By 9 PM that night (i.e., about 27 hours after the dose of DXM) I was feeling about normal again, though nausea still came and went over the next 12 hours.
A. L. (male, 68kg). 150mg (2.2mg/kg)
What I bought was a 10 pack of Contac CoughCaps, 30 mg per capsule. I read the box over carefully and the instructions said that the product contained lactose. Since I have a lactose intolerance I decided it would be a good idea to take a LactAid pill before the trip. My lactose intolerance is pretty bad - if I chug a glass of milk without adding the enzyme I get leg cramps so severe that I can't walk. But with the enzyme it's no problem at all.
Anyway, I ate dinner at around 6:30 and then decided to see the 9:35 show - Bad Boys. (it sucked rocks compared to OutBreak). We got there REALLY early and I took 5 CoughCaps at 8:30 along with one LactAid pill. This was my first time on DXM so I wanted a low dose in case of any adverse reaction. 30mg X 5 pills for a total of 150mg.
I was expecting the effects to start in about half an hour and peak in 1.5 to 2 hours. However, even with food in my stomach, I felt the initial effects in 15 MINUTES. There was a slight tension in my pineal gland, the same feeling I get when blotter starts to hit. (take a sharp pencil and slowly bring the sharpened end between your eyebrows and up a little bit. You will probably be able to feel a weird sensation even before the pencil is near your skin - that's the feeling I get)
My girlfriend smoked half a j before we went into the theater; I didn't smoke any. So, we went in and the staff had the area roped off until five minutes before the show. I swear we were standing in a hot, crowded, and loud room for a day at least. (actual duration of the wait was about 45 minutes) This was when it really kicked in - not a good place to get very high very quickly. I felt like I was PISSED OUT OF MY TREE. I started to get really hot and I wanted to take off my jacket but I couldn't because I was smuggling a couple bottles of pop in. I was getting dangerously close to bugging out but managed to control it without too much difficulty. I think I felt like bugging out because it was simply a new experience. I'd never dosed on it before and the effects hit me far more quickly and strongly than I had expected; based on the FAQ. I'm pretty experienced and careful when it comes to drugs so that wasn't a factor in being unprepared.
Anyway, the staff moved the ropes and every stampeded to get into the fucking theater. I felt like slammin' people. 8) Once we got a good seat and sat down I felt FAR more relaxed and in control of my mental state. I was looking forward to watching a cool show while being high - especially listening to the music and effects.
It actually sucked rocks. The DXM didn't make music seem more enjoyable. I found myself analyzing the show instead of enjoying it. Oh well. That club hell place looked pretty cool. I peaked during the previews and was COMPLETELY CRASHED by the end of the show. (11:45pm).
I wasn't really impressed with the shit at all. Maybe it was because of a shitty setting. Driving home afterwards in THICK juicy snowflakes really blew as well. At least I hadn't reduced myself to chugging cough syrup. I found that the DXM was too much like alcohol in it's 'blunt hammering effect'. I hate getting pissed and this just reminded me of it. I can't imagine what it would be like if I took, say, 300mg (the whole package). That would have just been fucking hostile.
I think it would be a better drug for partying rather than just sitting down and chilling with a beer or two. Now that I know what to expect from it I think I'll try more small doses at doing different things to get a fairer judgment on it.
Oh ya - this shit will make your pupils dilate just like blotter does. I noticed this when I got home. I never noticed any itching at all and had only a mild cramp in one leg after the trip. I think another LactAid pill would have been helpful. I felt great coming down; really smooth and gradual compared to the initial shock. Had some great sex afterwards and felt great in the morning.
W. A. (male, age 19, 110kg). 150mg (1.4mg/kg)
An entire 100ml bottle of 15mg/10ml DM was ingested, in about the same timeframe as the first experience. There was no pseudoephedrine (or any other active ingredients) in the preparation - just DM, and I believe a bit of alcohol, tho at the dose taken, I don't believe this altered the experience any. The same friend who had tried it with me the first time, also ingested it. (same amount as I used)
The effects came on in a similar fashion to the ones stated above, only the drunkenness became much worse, as did the disassociated feeling (as if my mind was separated from my body and the surrounding physical world). Friend's condition appeared to be the same, perhaps a bit more intense. The motion-perception became very very unusual, it really did feel as if I were gliding smoothly along (like a slug), or hovering, when I walked.
For awhile this was interesting, we spent what felt like perhaps an hour in subjective time (I'm not sure how much time actually passed) playing in a park with all sorts of stone structures & fountains and waterfalls, and twisting pathways, trees, and a big pond. (I love that place. Whoever designed it had psychedelic users in mind ;) It was night-time. Eventually the effects (especially the slowed down, drunken feeling) started getting really intense, and we decided it would be best to return to the apartment. Again, there were no significant visual or audio hallucinations. There were some slight visual effects, similar to those experienced on pot or hash. My thoughts still felt fairly clear and lucid, although there was a very odd feeling, again it sort of felt as if I were nearing a threshold to a real mind-altering experience, but not quite able to make it there. Something in my head was definitely f*cked, but in a subtle way - I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was more of an emotional change than perceptual, as with acid.
After returning to the apartment, things got really bad. Both of us could barely move, we ended up laying on the balcony moaning and thinking we were dying. It was not fun, certainly not an enlightening "psychedelic" experience that most people seem to think DM is. Eventually we realized that we were starting to come down, and believed that perhaps we might survive the experience. The fear that I was dying was almost unbearable. I also got the diarrhea again, however it was not as severe (perhaps because I had ate plenty of solid food that day, unlike the previous experience). It might be worth mentioning that neither of us mentioned that we were afraid we were dying until we began to return to reality a bit- so this rules out suggestion being the cause of it all.
Anonymous. 240mg.
The next day, I got a little bolder. I downed the remaining portion of the bottle. This amounted to 240 mg (80 ml or 16 teaspoons or 2/3 of the bottle). I ate some food both times, so this may have delayed the start of the effects. Perhaps there was a little bit left in my system from the day before.
I was sitting down, doing some reading, and nothing happened for well over an hour or maybe two hours. Then, all of the sudden, I got a severe heat flash. It felt like a sick wave flowing over my entire body. I could even feel a strong buzzing (almost like pain) in the roots of my teeth. Every inch of skin on my body felt like it was next to a hot water bottle. I was very light headed and thought I was going to die. I quickly scribbled information on a piece of paper to tell anyone that found me what I had taken. The heat flash went away after what seemed like 5 or 10 minutes. Actually it was probably only a minute or two. I felt my forehead and it was dripping with sweat.
I was OK for a while after that. I talked with a friend for about 10 or 15 minutes, but it seemed like hours. Again, I was very talkative. I felt like I was making sense, and having an enjoyable time. I just felt spacy. There were no visual hallucinations, but things did look a bit foggy.
After my friend left I got several more heat flashes. They seemed to be getting closer together. Each time, I thought I was going to die or at least pass out. Each time it happened, I just kept telling myself, "I'm going go get through this." over and over. VERY unpleasant!
I walked around a little bit. My head seemed to be bobbing up and down like you feel while sitting in a small boat on the waves. Things were a little distorted. I felt like a midget walking down the hall. I had some difficulty talking coherently. My eyes started to burn, and my mouth became excessively dry. I couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. I tried to focus on reality so I wouldn't loose control. I used to use MJ so I was able to keep from panicking, but it is still a scary to face the unknown.
As the frequency of the heat flashes increased, I began to wonder if the DM was still getting into my system, and making things worse. I had serious doubts about whether or not I could get myself home in this condition. I determined that if things got any worse, that I might die, so I picked up a phone book and started looking for emergency numbers. I remember being totally frustrated because I knew I wanted to find a number to call to get help, but all I could do was flip the pages. I couldn't figure out exactly what to look up. Finally, I looked inside the front cover. 911 seemed a little drastic. The only other number was poison control. After several attempts, I finally dialed the number successfully. The problem was that I couldn't remember which digit I had just dialed or which one to dial next. I was quite incoherent on the phone, and had a lot of difficulty giving my address, phone number, etc. The lady told me that I had taken quite a lot, and that I should have someone take me to a hospital. I asked what might happen to me if I didn't go, and she said that I possibly could go into a coma and/or stop breathing. This scared me enough that I decided I needed to go in.
I found a friend that was willing to take me in. Thank goodness for friends. In the Emergency Room, I experienced several more heat flashes. My heart rate was up to almost 120 beats per minute when I was at my calmest point. They pumped my stomach and put activated charcoal down me to absorb any remaining DM. That is an experience well worth avoiding! I even preferred the blood and urine tests to the gastric lavage.
My nose and throat were quite sore for several days afterward. I started coming down in less that an hour after these treatments. The doctor told me that the dose wasn't fatal, but if I hadn't come in, I might have passed out, and probably would have continued to experience the symptoms for at least another 8 hours. It would have been a real trick to explain that one to my family. It was hard enough to explain as it was. DM seems to be much more toxic than I had anticipated.
As I came down, my vision cleared up. I realized that the emergency sprinkler system in the ceiling was actually covered with dust. When I first got in there, it looked like it was covered with some crystalline jelly; I didn't even know it was a mild hallucination at the time. So, what good is a hallucination if you don't know it's a hallucination? I wonder what else I hallucinated.
They let me go within about 4 hours after I was admitted to ER At that point, I had a significant head ache, like a heavy hangover. My nose ached deep inside where they had put the tube in. I think it took several more hours for my heart rate to go back to normal. There was also a jittery twitchy feeling in the back of my legs. I didn't sleep well that night. The hangover feeling lasted for another day.
Three days later, I took half of an imipramine (a prescription antidepressant left over from a legitimate prescription) because my head felt a little foggy. A few hours later, I got a miniature heat flash, and felt a little spacy. That never happened before when I was on these antidepressants.
All in all, I think it was a VERY bad experience! Sure there were a few weird effects, but the negatives far outweighed the positives. The dose I took was significantly lower than what some people claim to have taken. I'm just glad I didn't chug the whole bottle at once. Perhaps some people's bodies can handle DM better than mine, but I have also noticed a large increase in people telling about bad experiences with it.
I don't think it's a very good idea to take a chance with DM. But, if you do, please start with lower doses, let a few days pass between doses, and increase the doses gradually. Not like me where I took twice as much as the time before. As for me, I don't think I will ever take DM again! As for you, try something safer, or at least be very careful! BTW, I now hear that the tussin high is quite a bit different than being high on LSD, so I guess I still don't know what acid is like.
Anonymous (male). 300mg
As the result of a car accident, my friend had a freak stroke at the age of 18. (The circumstances which caused the stroke are too long and complicated to explain here.) The stroke left him with minimal control of his left arm and a permanent blind spot in a portion of his left eye. One night, over three years after his stroke, he decided to try dextromethorphan with a group of friends. He drank 5 ounces of generic "tussin" (300 mg of dextromethorphan hydrobromide.) Although he consumed less syrup than the rest of us, the drug effected him more than anyone else in our group. In addition to experiencing extreme de-personalization, he reported active hallucinations in his blind spot. He could only describe these hallucinations as "cartoon-like." It was the first time images had appeared in this spot since his stroke. Although these "cartoons" diminished over time and are now gone, they persisted for several days.
My friend did not like the experience and said that he would probably not try DM again. Despite his stroke, my friend is a normal, intelligent guy who does not seem prone to "bad" trips. He enjoys mushrooms and marijuana. Neither of these drugs produce any activity in his blind spot, nor do they have the de-personalizing effect of DM.
Anonymous 360mg
Let me provide my testimonial about roboing. Yesterday I picked up an 8 oz. bottle of generic brand extra-strength cough syrup, containing only Dextro as its active ingredient. I immediately downed somewhere under 4 oz. of the stuff. Taste wasn't as bad as I expected. Chugged a good deal of water to wash it down anyway, and nibbled on some bread. Nausea was not a problem at all.
About an hour later it started to hit. Motor skills were definitely impaired. Pupils were very large. I felt like I was on shrooms, but without mood-alterations or significant visuals. Television images appeared to be moving in slow motion like when on acid. Unlike what I've heard posted here, music did not sound very interesting. This was a big disappointment since claims to the contrary were what convinced me to give it a try. I did not feel particularly euphoric or bad. My mood was essentially an unchanged neutral, which was weird since in other respects I was definitely "tripping". I kept saying to myself, "OK, the good part of the trip should be coming soon..." but it never did!
Walking was definitely difficult, although mental functioning seemed to be OK. I carried on many conversations with little difficulty, in contrast to my experiences with shrooms and 'cid. I was hoping the amount I consumed would be a mild dose, but I must say I was significantly affected. I can't imagine what would have happened if I finished the bottle!
It's now 16 hours after the initial consumption. I slept fine last night, but I still feel the effects. My pupils are still huge and I still feel like my motor skills are impaired. (I'm typing much slower now than my usual 100 wpm.).
In short, I guess it was worth the experience but I can't see any reason to try it again. It's lasting longer than any shroom or acid trip I've ever had, and it just ain't nearly as much fun. I'll stick with pot thank you.
AN45874 (male, 81kg). 540mg (6.66mg/kg).
THE CHRONOLOGY:
0730: Cold cereal & coffee breakfast.
0830: Took Drixoral (300 mg.)
0930: No effects, took Tussin (240 mg.)
1000: Difficulty walking without noticeable effects (but I think I was able to.) Not unlike mild alcohol inebriation.
1030: Everything kicks in. (I think the caps took a while to dissolve). Only severe motor control difficulties and a general loss of tactile sensation. Lay down.
At this point I spent the next 3 hours lying in bed, not out of necessity, I just didn't feel like moving. I alternated between eyes-open and eyes-closed 'images'. Not acid-like hallucinations, more like visions. Static, unchanging (as opposed to 'melting' or 'swirling') images. I distinctly remember three: The bedspread looked like a far-off mountain range; my leg looked like it was hundreds of feet long, and I remember the peculiar feeling of rotating in a plane in both directions at once (like alcohol 'spins') with no feeling of nausea. This was accompanied by the inexplicable visual equivalent (of spinning both ways at once). There was a period when I was beset by words rather than images. At some point I crawled across the room and pet the cat. I believe that walking would have been practically impossible.
There were no periods of ego-loss or understanding the mysteries of existence, no epiphanies experienced, no greater truths discovered. But hey, it's a narcotic, not a hallucinogen.
1330: Made it onto the couch, watched TV. Feeling pretty much 'normal' except for an unpleasant, whole-body 'ache' and lack of motor skills.
1600: Able to move about almost normally, ache diminishing. Tried to eat a cookie (could only nibble) and drink some Diet Coke(*) (could only sip. WAY to sweet). No nausea.
1700: Able to 'fake' normality (movement, conversation).
The ache continued for another 36 hours, I had very little appetite that evening and the next day. Never felt nauseous. All in all I doubt that I will do it again.
14.2 Third and Fourth Plateau Experiences
14.2.1 Positive Experiences
P. G. (male, age 26, 70kg): 525mg (7.5mg/kg)
At 7 p.m., on a mostly empty stomach (he had last eaten at 12:30), he drank 6 oz. of Vicks 44 cough syrup for a DXM dosage of about 525 mg. While he waited for the effects to come on he listened to music. He certainly "enjoyed" it, but felt nothing like euphoria. He started feeling his first effects around 8:30, noting "definite rubber-body sensations." Half an hour later, after a loud clap of (real) thunder "scared the living crap out of" him, he noticed a surging, vibrating sensation in his muscles, and a general body speediness. The effects were mostly physical at this point.
9:15: "Hey, what is this? I just coughed."
Perceptive effects started to become apparent. Music seemed to be less ambient, more "attached" to the speakers; the room no longer contained music as a whole but two units of music. He took a few more swigs from his second bottle of cough syrup as he noticed his 3D perception deteriorating. By 9:30 he was enjoying simply walking around. "I'm doing the grandfather walk and waddling."
9:35: He finished the second bottle, for a total DXM dose of 700 mg. Sometime around here his clothes felt uncomfortably warm, moist, and sticky, and he changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Mental effects were strong now; he began to write more, though writing itself was more difficult since he was losing physical coordination.
"I feel really 'stoned' now, and it's always strange to see such facticity as a toilet in this state."
The ambiance of music continued to diminish:
"Music really went away into its own sucking holes. It doesn't escape far out into the room before it falls to the ground."
At 9:45 he went to the door to see if his cat wanted in; this happened like a normal automatic process (i.e., have thought, get up, walk to door) except for the extreme strangeness of his gait, which he only became conscious of near the end of his movement and which astonished him. It was nothing like a drunken stagger; he walked almost on his toes, with legs bowed and feet about 3 feet apart, and with an exaggerated left-right bobbing.
Music "came back" for one song and he felt like square dancing. Then it went away again. He noted that rhythm seemed to be very important.
9:50: "Smell note- I just farted and the place smells like an outhouse that hasn't been emptied for a month and has not had any sort of modern sanitizer device installed. But the smell disappeared quickly."
And then in his notebook he goes on to complain about how his memory is deteriorating and that he's finding it hard to write more than one sentence about anything. He felt annoyed that he had experienced a host of interesting stimuli but forgot them before he could get to his notebook. In fact his memory seemed to be worse here than at any other time during the trip (it got better later even as the trip intensified).
10:10: "The splatter on the bathroom mirror seemed extraordinary. I wondered what caused it- I thought something I'd done today must have done it. It was just toothpaste splatter. Flying toothpaste particles mixed with water and being shot through the air by the toothbrush bristles."
In the next few minutes, the trip took on a different character. He became physically inactive, lying down on the floor, and external events seemed to matter less and less. Though music was still playing, he was barely conscious of it. At around 10:20, he began to experience a fairly deep dissociative effect, becoming a "free-floating 'I'," his body sinking back into an indifferent realm of matter and flesh.
This free-floating "I" was unique in that, though it was definitely an "I", it also lacked all subjectivity. He experienced this deeply, but feels it is impossible to explain. His mind itself joined his body in the indifferent realm, becoming "just a thing, not too complicated." When he looked at his body, it seemed like a thing that just happened to be there at the time, coincidentally there with the "I". He thought about such things as suicide and murder and was somewhat puzzled that such a big deal was made of them in the human world. They were merely destruction of matter. When he began to consider all the attention the world was devoting to "human issues" in general, he was genuinely perplexed. How strange to worry so much about living bodies, humans!
At 10:35, covering his ass for these objectionable thoughts, he wrote of them: "Not very serious, just a thought train. But it's incredible how removed the 'I' feels from this lump of flesh."
He explored this a bit further: "This lump of flesh is my surrogate, a carrier. It hoists me up on its shoulders and carries me through the marketplace."
"There are a lot of living bodies in the world. What is life? It's just a process. Something in the FAQ about the complete annihilation of the self comes to mind. I seem to feel it." - Yet, there was no anxiety associated with this.
"My TIME seems to have shrunk- I only seem to have existed for a day. Not 26 years. That is incomprehensible. Strange- work on the body for 26 years, etc., - where is it? what is it?"
He then turned to other things. He developed a slight fear that a cop would begin pounding on his door- he felt that his altered state was diffusing through the walls of his apartment and into the outside world, where it would surely attract attention.
By 11:15, he was noticing the physical again. His balance was severely disrupted, and his visual field seemed to update with smearing sluggishness. He sensed his mouth and teeth as a unit; he could no longer discern anything but a unit when he moved his tongue around inside his mouth. He felt a strange sensation he called "swimcap head."
The trip still seemed to be on the upswing. He wrote in short bursts- "intense trip- extreme," "SEVERE loss of balance," "don't know if these words are getting to paper," "just seems to keep increasing in intensity, intensity."
He felt giddy and exuberant, but nonetheless wrote: "Anxiety: This is where I live NOW! it's an apartment! People will see me living in it! Reminds me of life, like a [illegible]." He can't remember what was going through his head while he wrote this.
At 11:50 he noticed that his pupils were greatly dilated, and his eyes seemed bugged out, making his appearance very strange and disturbing; later he found that he would also unknowingly raise his eyebrows whenever he looked in the mirror. His neck felt swollen and bloated. He found it nearly impossible to write, but could do it better if he covered one eye, though the notebook then seemed to shrink to 1.2" x 1.2".
12ish: "still tripping heavily"
12:45: "still heavily stoned"
1:00: "HUMAN reality. I'll be sliding back to this soon. I really felt outside of the human, the biological human. Human life is what I need to look into. The 'I' is slipping back into the body."
He wrote no more, and at 1:30 went to bed. He still felt strong effects, but sleep was coming easily. As his relaxation grew deeper and he spent long periods without moving, he often felt a sensation that his innards had become disordered or relocated to improper places. But at the slightest movement they instantly reordered themselves. He felt no other effects apart from his general stone, and by 2:15 or so he was asleep.
The next morning he had a slight hangover, and his gait was still mildly disturbed. His pupils were dilated all day. He felt a bit spent, but didn't really mind since he was experiencing a fine afterglow from his trip, which on the whole he greatly enjoyed.
J. D. (male): 600mg
Took my 1st dosage of DM Friday night, the gelcaps, 600 mg. Took 'em at 8:30 with a friend, walked around till about 11:00, neither of us was feeling anything and I was *most* disappointed. I caught a train back to my house, and in the station waiting to change trains it started to hit *hard*. I was hanging out alone in the station, hacky-sacking, and the walls started to bend to greet me. By the time I got to my local station, things were getting pretty intense. I *floated* home, as far as I could tell at the time. Two hours later I was hanging out with a bunch of friends, one of whom was also on. I was warm, I was fuzzy, I loved everyone, and I was directly aware of being a higher being making its temporary abode in this body and this mind. Oh; and I *itched* like nobody's business. Anyone else had this? I forgot a lot of things on my way down, but based on what I did bring back I think that the forgetting was because the normal ego-bound me couldn't have understood too much of what was happening. I realize I'm raving pretty thoroughly about it, but I haven't had this life-changing, life-affirming of an experience since my first couple of LSD trips many many years ago. In short, I was *impressed*, and I want to use it again just a couple of times, to open up the kind of intense spiritual communication that it made possible with a couple of the people in my life.
S. C. (male, mid 20's, 64kg): 600mg (9.4mg/kg)
[Note: The following is very long, but I believe it is both very well written and highly characteristic of the third plateau experience.]
From the experiences of others, I believed I knew pretty well what to expect. Still I realized it was not something to be undertaken lightly. My only previous experiences had been with alcohol and marijuana, and I had never gotten more than lightly buzzed off of the latter. I spent a day and a half mentally psyching myself up for the experience. When the time came, I prepared a journal in which to note some of my experiences as they occurred.
12/25/94, 5:30 PM
I prepare. 20 cough caps into a bowl (= 600mg DXM). Christ - must I swallow all of these?! A big mugful of water sits nearby. Had a very large meal 2 hr. ago - waiting to digest it well before I start. Topical antihistamine spray sits nearby in case of itching. [Note: I never used it.]
Setting: Apartment is lit subtly by overhead lights on dimmer switch. Music is playing - radio now. Selected tapes + CDs are laid out for later on. [Note: I never got to them.] I have chosen strongly thematic themes as suggested, while avoiding anything that might be a 'downer'. There is also some lighter, mood-lifting stuff like pop + techno.
I cleaned the apartment today to make things seem more cheerful. [Note: I don't think it made a difference. A book of ancient Chinese philosophical verse...] sits before me to read while waiting for the onset - only because I find it comforting and familiar.
Set: I began 'psyching' myself up yesterday. I feel confident and fairly at ease. Also curious. Curiosity, I think, is my main reason for doing this. Perhaps I'll even learn something about myself? I don't know. [Note: I still don't.]
The journal goes on to note the circumstances of the ingestion of the caps. I note that I found it both physically and psychologically easier to down them than I expected, though there was a transient problem with gas (which I eventually dealt with by taking the caps with milk). To keep my mood up I sang with the radio and read. It took from 5:55 to 6:46 to down them all (with a few long pauses to burp up gas and let my stomach settle).
At 6:33 (while taking caps #9 and 10) I note feeling "different. Hard to describe." The first spelling errors appear at this point. I was aware of them at the time, but left them uncorrected.
At 6:38 I note reminding myself that no matter what happens, it's only temporary, and that if I just relax I'll be O.K..
At 6:46 I wrote,
Cap #15, 16 w/ milk. I think it's about to hit me! There's this sense of 'impending'. Especially when I get up to walk around. Head feels heavy somehow. [....] Feet light as I get up to check the time. It's [now] 6:51. Cap #17,18, w/ milk. What the hell. #19+20 while I'm at it. 600 mg in system. No turning back now!
Indeed. I must admit I felt at least a mild sense of foreboding in that.
At 6:55 I note feeling no noticeable difference in the quality of music. Disappointing, as music-related euphoria was an effect I had heard often associated with DXM and had hoped to experience. I decided to go outside and catch some air, leaving the journal behind.
I walked some blocks to a familiar pond in a nearby city park. The odd feeling in my feet and head had passed (or was at least being ignored), but as I walked I observed a new phenomenon. Buildings seem to stand more starkly outlined against the night sky. Yet they seem somehow absurd in proportion, like children's toys blown up to gratuitous scale. Stars were clear and bright.
Reaching the pond, I gazed out across the water at the surrounding city scape. I noticed the first 'tracing' effects. As I swept my gaze from left to right or vice versa, the lights would pan not continuously, but in blocks - about four blocks per 120 degree sweep. A mildly unpleasant phenomenon, and one which was to last the length of the trip. It was as if my brain were no longer able to keep up with the sudden changes in scene causes by rapidly moving my eyes or head.
I stayed at the pond only minutes. On the way back, I was feeling fairly good. I was substantially stoned. I wasn't really euphoric, just upbeat and at peace. Everything seemed exceptionally clear and still, as though viewed through a layer of deep, limpid water. Contrasts seemed much starker. I briefly lost track of where I was a time or two but quickly reoriented myself and proceeded home.
Arriving at my apartment, I made the following journal entry in rather scrawling letters:
I have returned. I visited the pond several blocks away. Dark, with city lights shining about. [No duh. No-one ever accused DXM of improving mental acuity.] Noticed tracing effects.
Immediately following two or three thoughts were started and aborted in succession:
Profoundly everything seemed dar [This line is crossed out.]
Just as soon, the next [third] plateau hit me. Thank god it had waited until I got home. I turned the radio and lights off, turned the TV up (for "company", I think) and dropped into bed, feeling totally stupefied. The chatter on the tube was entirely irrelevant. Occasionally a snippet would float through to me, and I could make sense of larger stretches if I concentrated. For the most part, however, the chatter was ignored. Through closed eyes, I could see the light from the TV reflecting off the wall and penetrating my eyelids. I seemed particularly sensitive to it. But whenever the light intensified or dimmed gradually, it did so in steps. Pulling the covers overhead, I began to see visions.
These took on the character of glowing, multicolored taffy, being pulled and stretched in many directions at once. Most entertaining. I kept my eyes closed throughout - the real world was not entirely pleasant with all that blocky shifting and tracing. These visions, visible only with eyes closed, flowed smoothly and soothingly. I had expected the cartoon-like visuals many DXMers had described, but these were nothing of the kind.
Gradually, these shifting forms were taking on more substance. They were coalescing into life-forms; entities really - spectacular, bioluminescent, massy things that churned like thick, boiling, liquid. They came in various colors - white, black, dark blue, and purple, mainly. Some were like churning walls of gel. Some were like complex blobs, jellyfish, or worms with thousands of pseudopodia. All were constantly writhing and huge. I could sense they were intelligent.
I seemed to be an interesting specimen to them. They approached freely. Some of them picked me up and passed me around. But I never felt as if I were in danger. These things seemed not only friendly, but affectionate. I felt affectionate toward them as well. Their appearances were not monstrous so much as stunningly beautiful. I was in awe, really. "Glorious" was the word that came to mind at the time.
One by one, an 'entity' would come over and 'play' with me, like a child with a new toy. They would touch me, sensing my thoughts. There were immensely powerful yet gentle. It was somehow very pleasurable. Each entity had it's own character and personality. I tried talking to them, but they couldn't understand speech. They responded only to empathy and simple thoughts.
Occasionally I found myself looking at my surroundings (though just as often they were not visible in the blackness). I saw living vault-like walls so huge and distant they staggered the mind. Once something like a quivering city of Jell-O came into view. Sometimes I seemed to floated toward nebulae deep in space.
At some point I attracted the attention of the Great Queen Mother (literally) of the entities. Words are inadequate. The Queen Mother was a wasp-like thing so immense that her body was like a pocket universe unto itself. I could never see more than a small fraction of her at a time. I journeyed inside her and communed with her for hours. We were empathically linked somehow. I realize this sounds utterly insane, and it is. We felt overwhelming affection for each other. I made up a song and kept singing it for her. She alone could understand not only my emotions, but my words. I somehow felt it necessary to record the song in my journal. And to answer nature's call! Eventually, I mustered up the willpower to stagger out of bed.
My god, what a sight things were. Even through my double vision, I could see how incredibly screwed up all proportions were. I felt like a big insect. My body seemed proportioned vaguely like some kind of praying mantis in human skin. And yet it was all so consistent. Proportions were screwed up in a very stable manner. I could look at something, look back, and it would look the same. Distances seemed exaggerated and contrasts were abnormally sharp. Outlines, while similarly sharpened, were made up of more than just one line (probably due to my double vision). This gave the illusion that I could see a little more of the sides of an object than would be normally visible. It was a little like looking through everything through the wrong end of a misaligned pair of binoculars. I thought of it as "insect vision". My steps were short and slow. I shuffled to the bathroom automaton-like and took a wizz. Then I emerged to make my journal entry, in childish, blocky letters. The M's in "mother", "human", and "almost" have 3 humps instead of two. I could really barely see what I was writing, and couldn't be sure it would be readable the next day.
10:51. I LOVE THE GREAT QUEEN MOTHER. ACCCPT [= "accept"] THE LOVE I OFFER. I OFFER ALL MY HUMAN LOVE. [Such was my song.] THIS IS MOST INTERESTING. [Referring to my 'insect vision'.] ALMOST CUBIST!
Things were getting more 'rigid' somehow. My thinking and movement were both very stilted. I staggered back to bed and fell back into communion with the Queen Mother a while longer. The trip was getting very heavy - time and motion were losing all meaning. My visions were starting to freeze in place, as if everything were crystallizing or being coated in wax. I felt as if the Queen Mother were sealing me inside a waxen cell within her body. Yet I wasn't afraid - I figured she knew best. It felt very protective in a way.
Before long though, just like a fever breaking, I felt that peak of the trip passing. Things 'unfroze' or 'decrystallized' and the visions started subsiding substantially. They quickly became intermittent rather than constant, and I was beginning to be able to think again, though in that stilted way. Disconcertingly, my 'insect vision' was still in effect and my motor skills still very 'rigid', as I discovered upon hauling myself up to make the following entry (in the same blocky lettering as before, with a 3-humped 'M' in the first 'many').
THE GREAT QUEEN MOTHER HAS MANY CHILDREN. I AM BUT ONE. I HAVE MANY SIBLINGS. [So it seemed at the time; I had learned that the entities encountered earlier had been siblings.] IT IS 11:10? THE PEAK IS PAST. DOUBLE VISION.
I turned the TV off and the radio on, then went back to bed to catch some sleep, praying that my vision and movement would be back to normal when I awoke. As I waited for sleep, I watched some entertaining hallucinations. One was like sliding down a tunnel of molten bronze. Another was like gliding over a weird, undersea city. Occasionally something playing on the radio seemed particularly stirring, especially if it had heavy electric guitar riffs, but that's as close as I ever came to DXM music euphoria. Then I slept.
My next journal entry says, in almost normal looking cursive:
2:33. Wake up. Dread to open eyes proves unfounded when I look at clock and see double vision is gone.
I had actually been awake for 15 minutes or more, but had dreaded to open my eyes and see two of that damn LED clock. My heart had been beating rapidly as if in anxiety. Getting up to make that entry, proportions seemed normal again and I felt much more human (though not entirely back to normal). It was quite a relief. I relaxed and realized I'd be O.K.. I took another wizz, went back to bed, and said my good-byes to the Queen Mother and her brood (yes, really). They were forming into a sort of fleet and preparing to fly away. It was rather touching in it's way, though of course utterly insane. The Q.M. understood that I had to return to the human world, and bid me farewell. I promised to remember her.
My next (and last) entry:
2:55. The Queen Mother has departed. I have promised to write [well] of her. She was very special. We have said our goodbyes. Human perceptions returning. This experience has been most interesting. Starkly beautiful. I will write fondly of it - and her.
Obviously my mood was still altered. Bear in mind that in retrospective sobriety, the experience seems much less warm and fuzzy, (though not less interesting). In fact even at the time I think I was aware that this would be the case. I believe I was attempting to preserve in my journal some of the powerful emotional content of the experience, which my memory could preserve only dimly.
I slept some more, and awoke at about 4:30 feeling much more myself. It felt good to be a human being again. Only tiredness (from too little sleep) and a slight stone remained, and I began this expose'. It is now several hours later. There was no hangover, nor any incidence of deja vu (which some users have described). On the other hand, the feeling of being 'reborn' which some have described is also not in evidence.
Reflecting upon the possible influences on my trip, I've come to the conclusion that the fact that I've been reading a book on the social lives of ants may have had some bearing at least on the appearance and character of the Queen and her brood. What did they represent? Fragments of my own psyche? The fevered attempts of a stoned brain to codify sensory data and enhanced emotional states it no longer comprehended? I don't know (though offhand I would consider the latter explanation more likely).
My sober thoughts about this experience are on the whole positive. There were only a few slightly scary or disconcerting moments. I'm not sorry I did it, but I have no real desire to do it again anytime soon, nor would I urge others to try it. Curiosity was my main motivation, and my curiosity has been satisfied. Moreover, the experience was overpowering in a way - too much so to be repeated lightly. I can see how had it turned out badly, it could have been very bad indeed. It is not impossible that someday I'd again visit that insane Wonderland (or another) for further exploration (I am considering growing my own magic mushrooms next) but I am content to let it wait until I again feel entirely prepared.
M. T. (male). 720mg
One day we felt like a major trip should happen so we downed 2 bottles 3mg/ml DXM. We paced ourselves since DXM does irritate the stomach at higher doses. 45 minutes later weird thing began. The first plateau came and went quickly. We were then whooshed into the 2nd plateau where time and space meant very little. I recommend closing your eyes and either laying down or sitting cross-legged. DON'T WALK AROUND!!!
Everything below may sound insane but it seemed like reality at the time
Anyway, I perceived myself much larger and only my head could fit into the room (like a helmet). I was hurtling around the room spinning like there was no gravity. The music was replaced by feeling the sound instead of hearing it. Each note seemed to come from a separate entity that was in the room with us. I saw myself walking around in a Japanese Garden (saw myself as second person). Time meant nothing. I then moved myself closer to the stereo. There I fell backward (not far since I had crawled) and became, sorry for the blasphemy, Jesus himself. I was on the cross and floating up toward heaven. I passed through clouds as the music lifted me up. I believe Pink Floyd's COMFORTABLY NUMB had just begun... Anyway, I saw god and many people behind him (prophets I assume). I really did not know where I was or how fast time was moving.
Again I stress that closed eyes make the trip MUCH more visual. Not once did I feel like I was overdosing, it was beautiful... Then I became, brace yourself, 3 different people. I truly believed that I was 3 separate entities and each one was communicating with the others.
J. W. (male). 900mg
Well, I dosed 900mg this morning at 8:00 am and was done by 1:00pm. Anyhow, the stuff hit me REALLY hard ( I did it on an empty stomach :) ) and I ralfed three times. Oh well. I wrapped myself in a blanket for like 2 hours because I was FREEZING. I felt like I was naked at the north pole, man. You know how the outdoors look when the sun goes under a cloud ( the light level increases and decreases, etc. )? Well I've experienced that every time I dose DXM. Way phat.
Anyhow, I also made a trippy phone call to my friend, told him some dude was experimenting on my brother (who was 70 miles away at the time ), and then asked him for help. My poor friend replied "I don't understand" and I hung up. Anyhow, I also petted my dog and his fur felt REALLY thick. I also stared at myself in the mirror and kept repeating over and over "How can anyone like this ugly face?" Weird. Not quite the "I am evil" experience of acid ( which I have yet to do, dammit ), but strange nonetheless.
I also listened to a lot of "The Movement" and that techno trance stuff really buzzed me out. I didn't get too many hallucinations, even at 900mg, tho :( I tried to write a message earlier in the trip-the text was floating in front of me and then my mailer said some crap like "message rejected" and I found out that it didn't get posted. That sucks man. I was quite blitzed when I wrote that message so I was hoping it would get posted so I could study my use of language. I was peaking when I posted that dammit! Why did it reject my message?! <G> Anyhow, it was a nice experience, once again.
I wish I could get more visuals, tho. There were several moments when it could have REALLY turned into a bad trip ( i.e. when I was puking in the toilet ;-) ) but fortunately all went well. A close call, but fun nonetheless.
D. P. (male). 900mg
I went down to the lake one Saturday morning and took a few boxes of Drixoral cough liqui-caps. Invited some friends along, but nobody could come with me, so I took ALL the little motherfuckers. I walked along the side of the lake for a few miles, not feeling any major effects yet. Then, suddenly, it hit. I felt very dizzy, and very out of place. I couldn't walk so I sat down on a park bench.
It was foreign... here I was on a park bench in some strange place, with everything spinning around me. Cars hissed by on lake shore drive, seem like some kind of deadly monster, or dangerous presence. I was very confused & decided to walk back. It was hard to walk when everything was twisting in strange directions, but I made it all the way down to where there was a tree in the sand. (I'm not sure if there really WAS a tree there, but at the time there seemed to be). Walked down to the tree and collapsed beneath it. Looking at the sky thru its branches, the cars seemed very far away. It was somehow very comforting... sky & sand & tree & me, everything else seemed distant & unimportant. Wanted to stay there, but after a while (minutes or hours - sense of time totally gone) I got up and went on.
A mile or so further I sat down on a rock looking out on the water. The patterns of the light on the water were endlessly fascinating, & when I closed my eyes I vividly saw a field of flame, wild naked girls running thru it, somehow unharmed by the flame because they were just a part of the flame, & I was a part of the flame, & everything was unified in the flame. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was water... after a while of experiencing the fire world & the water world I got up & decided to crawl home. I was very paranoid of getting hit by a car but somehow I made it.
Realized I was getting dehydrated (which might have been causing some of the delirium) so I drank something. Then I sat down on the couch... & realized that maybe I wasn't on the couch at all, I was still on the rock on the beach & this whole thing had been a very strange hallucination. For the next few hours I was sure that's what was going on, & kept expecting to open my eyes...
Finally things returned more or less to normal. later that night there were some kind of weak residual visuals (fireworks)... who knows? Maybe I still AM on that rock...
P. L. (male). 900mg; friend (male), 600mg
Around 9 PM I took 30 drixorals, around 900 mg. My friend, T, took 20, which is 600 mg. I was experienced, he was not.
9:30: The power goes off! It's a really intense thunderstorm, even for Texas. The lights (and my computer, which was playing Acid Warp) shut down. My sister calls T and I into her room to watch the thunderstorm. I start to realize I am a bit fucked up (like stoned on pot.)
10:00 T and I retire to my room again. Am I tripping now. I leave the window ope