oreodonut
11-20-2007, 03:44 PM
I had been smoking weed for some time, but a new friend at work suggested I drink some Delsym cough syrup. So one night we hung out and each drank a large bottle of Delsym. It took a while to take effect, but when it started everything was wonderful. I was already high as fuck so we watched spengbeb videos, but then something seemed different. I couldn't explain why. So I stood up, and I noticed I felt like cream moving through jello... weird shit. Colors were brighter, everything was... soggy and slowish. Normal things seemed strange.
Fast forward to next weekend, I did it again, only this time we smoked so much that we got retarded at the same time. It was this weekend that I experienced my first real trip of any sort. All of a sudden everyone got out of the car we were smoking in, and I was too retarded to find the door handle and get out. I got this feeling of being alone on the Earth; that I was going to die in that car. It was weird but eventually I got out and we just had fun the rest of the night.
I kept doing it on weekends, until I found a magical bottle of pills... Robitussin Cough Gels. I found out after trying them in school one day that they actually caused a TRIP and not just a weird sensation. So from that point on I got to where I was doing it daily. I would drive by Wal-Mart and all of a sudden feel something in my pockets... hey, where did these pills come from? I would walk into a store, walk out, and even if I didn't LOOK at the pharmacy I would find cough medicine on my person later. I sortof developed a kleptomania.
I had some crazy trips though, some trips I won't bother trying to explain. Just out of this world stuff. Most I ever took was 5 bottles of gels (I weigh 200.) There were times I came to startling realizations about the world, and I still feel that way.
Well, one night I guess I got really fucked up on 4 bottles of pills, one bottle of Robo liquid, and a half-o of weed and time just... froze. Things gained infinite depth, nothing was real anymore... then I got abducted. By an ambulance. now things have changed in my life, I'm forced to take antidepressants by my parents, and my parents are just being dicks in general. I can't wait to be on my own now. The world just seems different to me. Not in a schizophrenic or delusional sense, but just think differently. I feel more sane than I used to, like I always thought I was until I realized I was following everyone else's standards and believing their lies about what life was supposed to be.
I did dex one more time after the hospital fiasco, before I knew ssri's and dex didn't mix, even though I had only taken one pill (we were going to drop acid but our dealer was jumped on that very day, sucks to be him and us) and I realized that night that dex is no longer for me. I've learned all I can learn from its experience, and now I need to use that knowledge to my best interest and let other people learn from dex.
Anyways... DXM is something I believe everyone should try unless they're allergic or on meds, heh. Definately life changing. Just don't let it take over your life like it was starting to with me.
Fast forward to next weekend, I did it again, only this time we smoked so much that we got retarded at the same time. It was this weekend that I experienced my first real trip of any sort. All of a sudden everyone got out of the car we were smoking in, and I was too retarded to find the door handle and get out. I got this feeling of being alone on the Earth; that I was going to die in that car. It was weird but eventually I got out and we just had fun the rest of the night.
I kept doing it on weekends, until I found a magical bottle of pills... Robitussin Cough Gels. I found out after trying them in school one day that they actually caused a TRIP and not just a weird sensation. So from that point on I got to where I was doing it daily. I would drive by Wal-Mart and all of a sudden feel something in my pockets... hey, where did these pills come from? I would walk into a store, walk out, and even if I didn't LOOK at the pharmacy I would find cough medicine on my person later. I sortof developed a kleptomania.
I had some crazy trips though, some trips I won't bother trying to explain. Just out of this world stuff. Most I ever took was 5 bottles of gels (I weigh 200.) There were times I came to startling realizations about the world, and I still feel that way.
Well, one night I guess I got really fucked up on 4 bottles of pills, one bottle of Robo liquid, and a half-o of weed and time just... froze. Things gained infinite depth, nothing was real anymore... then I got abducted. By an ambulance. now things have changed in my life, I'm forced to take antidepressants by my parents, and my parents are just being dicks in general. I can't wait to be on my own now. The world just seems different to me. Not in a schizophrenic or delusional sense, but just think differently. I feel more sane than I used to, like I always thought I was until I realized I was following everyone else's standards and believing their lies about what life was supposed to be.
I did dex one more time after the hospital fiasco, before I knew ssri's and dex didn't mix, even though I had only taken one pill (we were going to drop acid but our dealer was jumped on that very day, sucks to be him and us) and I realized that night that dex is no longer for me. I've learned all I can learn from its experience, and now I need to use that knowledge to my best interest and let other people learn from dex.
Anyways... DXM is something I believe everyone should try unless they're allergic or on meds, heh. Definately life changing. Just don't let it take over your life like it was starting to with me.