Citation: Jkaay. "Crazy Intense 4th Plateau: An Experience with DXM Polistirex (exp115942)". Erowid.org. Jan 8, 2022. erowid.org/exp/115942
| T+ 0:45
Crazy Intense 4th Plateau DXM Polistirex Trip
My experience with this 4th plateau DXM trip was the heaviest, most uncomfortably intense and scariest of all the times Iíve partaken in this drug. I used to enjoy using it so often in the past, so much so that it led to a period of dependence at one point, but now I think this trip scared me away from using it completely.
I had covid in august of 2021, and was quarantined in an empty spare apartment. I used instacart to order 2 bottles of DXM polistrex (888mg each) for what I thought I would use to split into 2 separate trips. At this time it had been months since I tripped last, so if tolerance to this drug exists, I had none.
When I got the bottles, I started off by downing the 1st one right away, this was around 7pm. I went and watched some Netflix to wait for it to kick in. About 45 minutes passed and I was feeling it slightly, but not as much as I would have liked. At this point I mainly had the regular subtle feelings of my eyes widening and feeling stretched out, and mild euphoria, nothing crazy. Then it came to me that I should make this into a crazier trip by taking half of the 2nd bottle; I want this to be more than what Iím used to seeing on DXM, I wanna experience DXM to the maximum level, and reach the level of supreme understanding of the universe like Iíve done before. Yeah I sure reached that level alright.. I went PAST that.
I started drinking the 2nd bottle, but it seemed to go down way easier than the first. So by the time I cared to notice, it was already almost done with. I said fuck it and drank the entirety of the bottle, and laid back on the couch to watch Netflix.
Iím unsure how much time went by until the effects came on STRONG, maybe 30 more minutes? But I was on the couch, now watching YouTube on my phone when it was really hitting me. My whole body felt like a mechanical robot with edges and corners as body parts. My skin felt tight, and my eyes felt like they were peeled wide open.
My whole body felt like a mechanical robot with edges and corners as body parts. My skin felt tight, and my eyes felt like they were peeled wide open.
I had tingling all over my body. My headspace was full of perception hallucinations and closed eye visuals that made no sense, but were interesting to watch. I was just blankly staring at my phone in the YouTube app, deciding on what video to watch next. The thumbnails on every video and their titles started making no sense to me whatsoever, I just couldnít comprehend what I was doing or why. Everything in the real world seemed like foreign concepts, and I was on a higher plane of existence than that.
I felt as if the universe had a ceiling, and my body (or spirit) was at the very top, pressing on the ceiling like I was trapped under a frozen lake and trying to get above the ice. This seemed interesting, at this point I felt like I could talk to God, like Iíd found a way to come to him and present myself like a face-to-face conversation, but as a spirit.
I spent some time listening to music in the now dark room, with the only light source being the rainbow color shifting light from my gaming mouse across the room. It lit the entire ceiling of the room, and I was seeing triangular shapes and movements form in sync with the song I was listening to. The colors illuminating the ceiling fascinated me. My body felt like it was one with the couch as I laid there. At this point I did feel in control. I felt like I could control the hallucinations, like in a lucid dream. Whatever I wanted to perceive, I did. I felt like I was one with the universe, and my mind was an endless, vast open space as big as infinity, filled with whatever I wanted. I understood the true meaning of a soul and oneís consciousness. I was happy and wanted to stay this way forever.
But then things got weirdÖ and scary
The next thing I remember is more of the syrup kicking in, and becoming way more intense than I would have liked. I was walking down the dimly lit hallway, trying to find my room like I was in a maze in some alternate reality. I found it, and looked straight ahead into the mirror, saw myself, and went up to examine what I was seeing.
When I would walk, I felt like a robot, or a stick figure, kinda like I had legs but no knees, and they felt really stretched out. My eyes were stretched wide open, and my pupils were black as deep space. My entire field of view was distorted. Everything I saw was either extremely zoomed in, stretched out, or looked as if I was seeing everything through a peephole in a door. The zooming was crazy. I felt like I had only 1 eye and it saw everything like in a magnifying glass. I picked up my vape, stared at it for at least 60 seconds trying to remember what it even was. It just looked like some alien device and I had no idea what it did.
After this point, things werenít weird, they were scary:
The next thing I remember is bits and pieces of me walking back and forth from my room, back to the living room, and all around the house. I felt like I was being stalked by demons and taunted by an evil entity. I was hearing sounds playing on repeat (that werenít there) sounding like demented circus music. I felt the presence of some evil being that wanted me dead. It followed me everywhere I went, because it was inside me, or very close, and through the night I was trashing the whole apartment. Throwing couch cushions, knocking over chairs etc.. At this point I didnít feel like I even had a body, I was just a floating spirit that was being sent to hell. At times I would come back to my body, only to be still trapped in the insane trip and the feelings it brought. At this point I found myself laying in my bed, crying and praying to God to forgive me, because I really thought I was going to hell, and felt as if God was extremely disappointed in me for fucking up. I hallucinated myself falling through a void, only to have an extremely tall, thin, jagged/zig-zagged and demented figure standing over me, with a black/white swirly pattern all around me. Keep in mind that the demented circus music I spoke about it still playing, on repeat loudly in my head (or soul). I felt the presence of demons lurking around me in every corner, smiling and laughing demonically. I couldnít escape from this madness, this felt scarier than any horrific occurrence in my life combined by FAR.
Apparently during this part I was scratching all over my chest, hard and vigorously, because when I woke up in the morning I had deep, red scratch marks all over my chest.
I was scratching all over my chest, hard and vigorously, because when I woke up in the morning I had deep, red scratch marks all over my chest.
I canít say for sure what happened after this, because I blacked out and canít remember, which is strange because DXM makes it very hard to sleep. I have no idea, but when I woke up the next morning, very early, the afterglow of the trip lasted an entire 24 hours to follow. That entire day I felt like I was braindead and dizzy. My peripheral was still fucked up, and kinda still looked zoomed in, sort of like one of my eyes saw more zoom than the other. That day I mainly slept. I was extremely tired, almost as if I hadnít slept all night, and really endured something horrendous, but my consciousness blocked out the memory. It can do that if you have an extremely traumatic experience.
Moral of the story: donít take more than 1-1.5 bottles of DXM at a time, unless you A) have a tolerance B) have experience and are prepared to encounter the trip of your life. Trust me, 2 bottles is not a comfortable dose.
COPYRIGHTS: All reports are copyright Erowid.
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid Center.