More DXM, please!

Note: Text written in [brackets] are side notes added at the time of compiling this blog entry.


Second Trip: March 17, 2009

9:30 a.m. Took 6 oz. of Robitussin Cough. This will be a day trip.

10:52 a.m. I took a walk and it seemed like time was going so slow, like I was moving so slow, but I went down the street and came back in less than 15 minutes… Now I’m back in my room trying to get some CEVs going, and thinking of something fun to do. I got up and decided to go back outside. It felt so ethereal, I wanted to be there and see what it was like to be outside all day. 

I have this hat, its like a Russian-looking winter hat. Its supposed to be stylish but it looks pretty dorky. Its extremely comfortable when tripping, though. I put it on and went outside.  I laid on the ground outside with one of my dogs and everything was TEXTURES. I took a lot of pictures, the ones of me were terrible, I looked so strung out, but there were some really artistic ones. I played a lot with perception and angle. [I'm an artist and graphic designer, by the way.]

During this trip I felt truly at ease, filled with euphoria, and for the first time ever I felt like I was really in space.

THIRD TRIP: DURING CLASSES March 23^rd, 2009

I tried to buy some GF juice before school but the store near campus didn’t have any. So I just bought a cup of grapefruit. I ate that when I got to school, then dosed about half a bottle at 8:40ish.

[In order for Grapefruit juice to really have a major effect of potentiation on a DXM trip, you need to practically saturate yourself with it the day before and the day of, this I did not know at the time.]

Felt the effects kick in near the end of  our morning lecture, I tilted my head back and forth and it felt so cool and breezy like a had a weight in either side of my brain, or like I could feel my brain juices sloshing about. 

Told my close friend (and only one in college at the time), R, that I was dexed and he laughed. R is 29, married, and "grown up." I respect him and look up to him a lot.

I felt thick, fabulous euphoria for the majority of the trip. I wrote some text for my ad design for that class and  I talked to our instructor. I found this to be very amusing, as I dislike this particular instructor, she is extremely dense and can't read people to save her life.

The rest of the morning I was very talkative and full of energy. I listened to music, talked to a couple of people.

Came down around lunch and managed to eat a bit of food.

Sober at 1pm

Nice, will do this again.


Trip 4

Woke up at 9:30, started drinking grapefruit juice. A (my friend) picked me up at 10:45, and I dosed 354mg of DXM. We drove back to A's house and sat around in his basement for a while. The full effects set in about an hour later, we were breaking a bowling ball with a hammer and I just kept wanting it to be dark. It was alright though.

We went to a mall that was about 25 minutes away and wandered about, I bought some stupid things from Hot Topic and we mostly sat around just talking. When we were driving I was feeling godly, dancing around like an idiot and having fun.

In the mall, I was so fascinated by everything  that the new-age store had, it was like every store had everything! There was so much… but it was overwhelming at times and confusing.

A helped me feel much better in all of the "chaos" I perceived.

We went to see a movie about some family that lives in a house that's possessed. It really wasn't scary at all, and it felt like the movie only lasted 10 minutes, but it was actually 90.

An overall rough trip, but its interesting to dex in public on a low dose. Felt very chaotic, but could have been worse.

Trip 5

10:30 am. I had a HORRIBLE time trying to drink a 6 oz. Vicks and a 4 oz. Robitussin.

11:00 am. Somehow I managed to get down close to 600 of the 700mg intended, had to throw out some watered-down Vicks. Took 2 benadryl to prevent the itch. I will never try to drink that much syrup again. I had enough for a high second plat.

11:18 am. I started getting really fucked up, really fast. It came on so quickly and so hard, daaaammmn… I layed down and listened to music, scribbled in a notebook.

At 11:27 am I found myself listening to BlueJayWay by the Beatles. Usually I don't care for the Beatles, but I was enjoying this song.

11:34 am,  Listening to Does It Offend You, Yeah, I remembered it sounded like the best music on earth because of all the depth and the business of the song.

11:42 Listened to more music, started squirming around in bed and it felt so funny, the blankets and sheets were all tingly everywhere. Watched the visualizer on my computer, but it hurt my eyes after a while.

12:00 I kept trying to call a friend and text her, I have no clue how my fingers were working! Tried playing Final Fantasy XII, started drifting in and out of conciousness, this was quite possibly the coolest feeling of all. I would be there for a minute and everything would be fuzzy and when I talked it was like a tin can sound and then the next second everything would be black. I don’t know if maybe I just closed my eyes or something, but I know I couldn’t see.

1:00 My friend called me back while I was playing FFXII, she says I kept asking if she was my mom… I could almost swear she was. It was psycho. Her voice was really loud and tinny in my ear.

1:34 I found myself sitting in my room staring at the wall, at a painting of an animal I did  that was almost a profile view, and I would try to look at it and it looked straight-on. I had to sit there with one eye shut to try to get the double vision to stop, but some of it was still there.

[Thus I learned what pirate-eye was.]

I remember around this time I was running into walls and leaning on things, I have no clue how I made it up the stairs and down them without injuring myself. I went outside multiple times and walked around trees, took a few pictures that just weren’t as good as last time, although I didn’t use as much effort. I tried not to think too philosophically. I did write some stuff down about what “love” is, though. Usually that sort of stuff seems undefined to me but for some reason I thought I could deal with it while dexed.

I mainly lied around my room listening to tunes till 3:30, when I attempted to eat some food since my stomach was in some serious pain. I’m glad I don’t get too terribly nauseous when on DXM.

4:15 pm My brother came home and I was still pretty messed up but I was at least on my come-down. I was worried talking to him. I have a good sense of sober/dexed when I’m on it thankfully. I knew that if I talked anymore he’d figure something out. So I just sat and watched TV with him enjoying some faint OEVs.

I finally sobered up around 5:30.