DOSE:	200 mg	oral	DXM	(liquid)
	Repeated hits	smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

55 kg

This is my experience, as I remember it, tripping on more than enough DX and a few lungs worth of delicious herby weed. It all started, that is ‘it’ being the wild night, with me sitting there, watching Georgia cut some weed up. She cut it real good, and I watched knocked up, but I had enough of normal shit. I had some DX. It was tasty, and I liked it. I went downstairs, or upstairs, and passed the time by laying down, but I awoke to something horrible. Something real fucked up. The stuff nightmares were made of. There was screaming upstairs. Horrible fucking screaming. I ran. My legs disconnected from my body for a second. I was running without thinking. I was moving my legs as easily as I was breathing, but I wasn’t breathing.

Smoke was coming out of my mouth I think. Very fucked. I made it up the stairs, and I passed the grey haired kid on the couch, who was drinking red wine, and went to the balcony. Laura’s house was huge when I thought about it, and rooms kept extending and the house grew every time I found a new door. I went outside, sat down, and joined. The air was nice. It was cold. I wanted some grass in me. We ripped bongs, and it was all good, and people said things like ‘this is the best night ever’. When all of a sudden, somebody spotted a spy. I leaned over the balcony, and I looked, but I saw nobody. Some people behind me told me he was watching me, so I got my dick out and I pissed off the balcony onto her back lawn. The piss traveled through the air in slow motion almost. I watched it fall from every angle. I turned around and sat down again, and while they all freaked that somebody was watching them, I did some cones and I went inside to greet our new visitors.

I sat on the couch. I felt like drawing a map of the house to help myself get around, but I couldn’t find any paint. They told me they had been here the whole time but I told them that they were mistaken. I asked what was on TV, and how they felt, but I became uncomfortable and left, and found myself in the garage. There was something about a phone call, me hugging somebody, and I series of trips up and down the staircase, but I was in the garage now after many minutes. My memory was starting to lose it, and the clock had started moving backwards.

Music was playing and I liked it, so I went back upstairs and onto the balcony again. Some horse shit was said about me being ‘already fucked’ after only an hour, but I felt fine. I knew where my hands were, and I could think just fine. I sat down, but the ground was wet and I got angry. Georgia calmed me down and I got some delicious weed in me. Then, there I was, in the lounge room watching Knocked Up again. I was over it. Movies, sitting down, this fucking room, so I left again. I ran, and I kind of felt something downstairs for me, but there was nothing but a hoodie. I put it on because I was cold, and I went into the garage with everyone else. They all sat down, Laura opened the garage door, and we all sat overlooking the fucking night, or whatever it was. The darkness, and the sky, and we all did pot again. At this point, I noticed Georgia beside me curled into a ball screaming that she was murdering small children in Iraq. I was scared, but I let it slide for a bit. I ripped bongs like a mother bitch. It was like it got to my head that fast. I was happy, and I stood up for another leak, but Georgia was starting to freak me out. I watched her rock back and forth. ‘People will think your crazy, that your mind is gone woman!’ Fucking gone. She was gone. She left me again, and as the smile faded from her face, she started blasting children again in the warzone inside her mind.

I moved about a meter away from her, for my personal space, and I was on a car. It was white and it smelt like the ocean. ‘Fuck this’ I thought. ‘There’s something better out there for me’, and after trying to wake her up again, I leaned on the car and left again. Beaches, water. I was washing away, paddling through my thoughts. Everything I had see that day was coming at me in the form of ripples and splashes in the ocean behind my eyes. There was something calling me upstairs, and my head was spinning. My eyes couldn’t take in this much information. I ran away from everybody, and I said something to Laura as I walked away. She was recording what I was doing. ‘Fuck it, fuck this. Ill see you another time’

I took a step or two, and I was in the entrance. I sat down halfway up the stairs, and I was gone. A beach. Sand, fucking waves, some sort of green, maybe purple sky was passing over. I was sure I spent ages there, but I didn’t move. There was nowhere to go. It was a god damn beach. I stayed, and I didn’t breathe much, but I was there forever. I left, and I went upstairs to search my bag for equipment. I found some shirts, and a little cap gun thing, but it wasn’t a gun, it was a god damn metal dart. I grabbed it, loaded that shit to the max, and went into the garage again. I dropped it in front of Georgia, and its explosion took me away. My ears vibrated as it hit the floor and I was suddenly agitated.

I grabbed Georgia and I went upstairs, because I had to show her where we could go. I grabbed her and without leaving the room, we woke up in some fantasy land, some other universe. I was talking, and she was talking, and we were somewhere else. It was so real, but I woke up again, and I started to freak out. Something sick was happening. There were clothes on the floor and there were naked girls getting into some sort of hot tub. I went in, sat down, and ripped bongs on the bathroom floor. I kept asking myself ‘is this real’ and nude girls just told me to pass the toothpaste. I couldn’t look at them. It was cheating, but I stood up and found myself lost in some sort of oxygen dimension, and then I was suddenly staring into Laura’s eyes. ‘God damn your fucking eyeliner is becoming distorted, it can’t handle the humidity in here’ I told her, but nobody cared. I had to leave. The house was mine, and I passed Georgia beside the stairs, screaming at some invisible rapist, and made my way towards the kitchen.

Now, getting from the hot tub to the kitchen is where I got lost. I moved around a lot, but my mind got lost. It stayed still. I could talk but I was never really there. I finally got control of who I was again after an hour or so of making people laugh, and annoying small animals in her garage. It was time. Fucking time for the party to get started. Simon and Laura appeared before me, and I told everybody that I was excited, and then after many hugs, I took myself away to the garage again.
The weed was there. It was my save point. I picked it up, and while Simon held is steady for me, and lit that shit, something horrible happened. I put my mouth over it, put my finger on the fucking hole, and closed my eyes. I felt the heat of Simon lighting it, and I was fucking lost again.

I didn’t even notice what was happening, but I was in a wet, warm sea of exploding red bubbles. I floated through them, and all I could hear were bubbles popping all around me, and I was thinking of silly straws. “Holy Fuck! How long was I out for?” I screamed. I wasn’t even in the garage, or in her house, or on this universe for the last 20 minutes of my life. It was actually a time warp. Somebody told me that I wasn’t out at all, and I had just blinked, and to finish the fucking cone. I couldn’t handle it. I passed it on to somebody else and thought about what had just happened. I couldn’t get over it. I gained time, but it was like I had lived all those minutes in bubble land. I was scared of the bong, like it was cursed. It took me to bubble land, and then suddenly, with a few snaps of my fingers and a little rest against the wall, Alex was there, standing before me with pupils the size of my dick.

Shit man, where did you come from? He didn’t know, and Toni didn’t know. She had no idea. She was laughing, and after being scarred by the devil bong, I made my way to the bathroom with a girls hand in mind. I took her away and while I was staring at my pulsing breathing pupils in the toilet mirror, I heard a noise. Oh, fuck! there she was. Right there and the door was closed. I started to feel something, some soft vibration in my brain. Something horrible was about to happen. We talked, and she told me stories of where I could find what I was looking for. It was somewhere upstairs I thought. It was hidden, and I had felt it all night but where the fuck was it? Oh Jesus, there was fire. Behind Toni, there was a screaming sea of fire. She changed, and her eyes became evil. Fucking witch. I was about to have my eyes torn out. I was so scared, and I ran after screaming profanities, leaving her to enjoy her own laughter in the empty bathroom. I was almost upstairs, and I had almost started to understand the constantly changing shape of her house, when I heard something. She heard it too. Simon heard it, and I think someone else heard it too. There was somebody at the door.

A knock? Fuck off, no way. Everybody was here, and Laura and Alex gave us all a look like ‘what the fuck man, you be trippin.’ Who were we expecting? She didn’t know shit. I don’t care whose house it is. Mother fuckers can knock on any door they want. There was a man outside, and he had knocked once, he wasn’t going to wait any longer. I looked at people behind me, I was closest to the door, and I thought ‘fuck it, let’s fight’. I don’t know who’s arm it was opening the door, but I felt too close to it that I could almost hear the person whispering on the other side. I thought I was sweating and that I was burning up, but it was just the drugs, burning my face and hair. Nobody was there, so I closed the door with my mind powers, and lay down for a bit. This was crazy, I was spinning around the room and climbing the walls. The floor was below me, but was it? I think it was in me, or on top of me, but something bad happened then.

Sprinkles began to fall. Small, stardust pieces of sprinkles, passing through me like I was a ghost. They hit the floor and went through that too. It was so thick it was like there was a sea of strings floating around. I stood up and walked upstairs. Toni was there I think. She was sitting, or standing. Simon was behind me, he looked at me and we both started freaking out. Shit. Fuck. Oh, my god. His mouth was open and his eyes were filled with terror, and I felt the same. But it passed, and we suddenly started walking, but after a while it was only me, and then it was nobody. And I was awake, on the floor, with a pillow underneath my t-shirt. I was tripping. I moved around on the floor, trying to give birth to this soft pillow, and then it happened.

“There’s some bald guy walking around the house’ somebody told me. I looked at them. I had never, ever in my life see this girl before. Who are you? I asked myself, but she had been replaced by three other people. This was scary. I had no stability anymore. I couldn’t even think about the same thing for more than 5 seconds, but one thing stayed in the back of my mind. There was a man walking around the house. Did I miss him? No, I had been all around this house, and I had been through it many times. I had to do what I was put here to do, and my mind was set on it. I ran, I jumped down stairs, two, maybe eight at a time. I was in the kitchen suddenly, with a knife.

Cut the lime, but it in the glass. I got the lime out of the fucking fruit bowl. It was a lime because it was green, but it was shaped like my hand. I was careful not to cut myself, and I cut a fine slice of lime, the finest, most perfect slice ever, and I put it in a glass that I found on the floor, and topped it up with some cool refreshing water. I walked around, leaned against the couch and started sipping it. It was actually amazing, and I drank it all. Laura walked in, and I started stressing. She was laughing, but I was scared she would judge me. “What the fuck, man fuck shit, what?’ she told me. And she walked into the kitchen. I was laughing, and that water I drank was all over the floor around me, and I had dropped the glass on the couch. The lime, it was huge. I never cut it at all, I just put it in my glass without thinking. I drank more oxygen, and I walked around the corner, and I swear for a second, I saw the bald man walk towards the stairs. Shit, Laura, there is the man. He was watching me drink and now he had left. Laura was gone. Fucked if I know where she went, but I lost her from vision, and I followed the man.

This is where I thought I was starting to sober up, but after a few looks out the window, I opened the door and left every bodies laughter and screaming behind. I looked at my watch, but I didn’t have one. It was 3 in the morning, I thought. Maybe. Yes, it is. It’s the right time to get moving. I ran up the street, and laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe, I stopped at the end of the street. It looked like a hill, but it felt like I was walking inside myself. I leaned against a street lamp and clicked my fingers a few times. I was getting into it. I clicked and clicked, and then I went back inside.

My eyes started to sting, and my body was beginning to shake. I was getting exhausted I thought. I tried to move towards the kitchen, but I was already there. I was upstairs too. I was gone. I had to rest right now. Simon walked past, telling me some shit. I didn’t fucking understand. I was having so much fun, but my body was tired.

I don’t remember any more really. The bald man ended up being Alex I think, and Alex smashed the bong. At one point I walked into a room, Laura’s room and the echoing sound of Simon saying ‘nah Anthony, no, nah’ filled my head, and my eyes burnt with red light for many minutes. I collapsed and I slept after spending hours in the garage. I was scattered and still pretty fucked the next morning, and I woke up with my pants gone, and Toni at the foot of my bed, wearing different clothes and with a new hair style.

Very fucked. I wanted to do it again.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70373
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Feb 9, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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