I posted this elsewhere, but thought you guys might also appreciate it. Background: I'm an eighteen year old college freshman. My prior drug use includes cannabis, alcohol, tramadol, hydrocodone, alprazolam, cyclobenzaprine, amphetamines, diphenhydramine, morning glory seeds, various herbs, and dxm (twice). Morning glory did pretty much nothing for me, so my only real "trips" have been with dph and dxm. Dph was terrifying, and I probably won't be doing it again, but my first two dxm trips were sufficiently interesting to merit a third attempt. And, I have to say, I think I got it right this time. Set and Setting: This took place two days ago, on Saturday night, in my dorm. It was sort of a spur of the moment decision, so I wasn't really able to mentally prepare myself for the trip. I went into it with a good mindset though, and I was excited for a new experience, since this would be my first time combining dxm with weed. My goal was primarily just to experience the trip, to try and get a little more comfortable in "tussin space" so that I'd be better prepared for future trips. I wasn't sure what to expect. My first two dxm trips, both at 354 mg (5.5 mg/kg), were interesting, but not terribly exciting. The first time consisted of a short period of intense heat and itching all over my body before I passed out. I was definitely a bit dissociated, but I was so consumed by itchiness that the "high" sort of became background noise. I took 50 mg of dph with my second trip, and it was better; almost zero itching accompanied by a strong drunk/stoned feeling and a bit of light dissociation. Still, there was quite a lot to be desired. I wanted a more complete dissociation from reality, and I hoped that weed would help me achieve this. I took this trip alone, as I did with my first two. The Trip Forgive me, but I can't provide much of a chronology of this experience, as time became irrelevant when the trip got intense. I can tell you that I took 315 mg (4.9 mg/kg) of dxm, in the form of twenty 15 mg Robitussin cough gels and a very small amount of syrup (just to top things off), at around 8:45 pm and washed it down with a little water and some Doritos. Wow, eating gel caps is infinitely superior to guzzling syrup! No awful taste/aftertaste, and no cold, nauseating feeling of syrup in my stomach. Effects began relatively quickly. Around 9, I noticed something, a sort of stoned feeling. By 9:30, I felt pretty high, similar to what I'd felt the first two times. I had to use the bathroom, so I walked down the hall to my dorm's restroom. Robo-walk had set in, and I had to keep one hand on the wall at all times. I made it back to my room and decided that it was time to take things up a notch. So, I packed a bowl and took a hit off some potent mango kush. I'd planned on smoking more, but the first hit came on pretty quickly, and it was very hard to coordinate the motion of my hands and fingers. I put the bowl away, and crawled into bed. It should be noted that I may have taken 25 mg of dph at some point to deal with itching. I'd planned to do so, but my memory is fuzzy, and I'm not sure if I went through with it. At this point, I lost track of time, and I didn't leave my bed for the remainder of the night. The weed seemed to propel me from mid-second to lower-third plateau. For a while, I went through a cycle of sorts, periods of sleepy, dreamy, trippy goodness during which reality slipped away from me, followed by brief moments of intense itching. Eventually, though, the itching stopped, and I was able to immerse myself in an entirely different world. The best comparison I can make is to the nodding that I experienced with opiates. The dxm "nod" was much more immersive and spectacular though. It felt really epic and profound, as if I had entered a wholly different plane. This plane was not physical, and was populated only by ideas, and I experienced these ideas like a turbulent sea. I rode atop them and allowed them to carry me, up and down, side to side. My mind felt something like a buoy, bobbing back and forth at the mercy of the waves. Of course, these earthly comparisons didn't occur to me during the trip. During the trip, I just "was". I existed, but I was dormant in a way. I was in a strange, beautiful void where language, time, and all other human conventions lost meaning, and I remained there for what seemed like an eternity. After an indeterminate time, I began to return to reality. It reminded me of a Narnia/Alice in Wonderland sort of experience; I'd lived a lifetime in some other place and come back to find that I'd only been gone for a few moments. I could hear music and voices coming from outside my dorm, however it seemed very far away. I had come back from the void, but I was still making the transition. I remained in bed, frequently catching final, fleeting glimpses of that void before I finally fell asleep. Woke up the next morning with no hangover, and I had a chill, detached feeling that lasted the whole day. My Thoughts This trip was epic! Literally, epic! I've never felt anything like it. I left the physical world behind and travelled to some sort of abstract, ethereal dimension. Of course, I don't believe, as some do, that this dimension is to be taken seriously as a "real" place. For me, it's a kind of "head space", a realm that exists solely in my mind, and ceases to exist when I leave it behind. However, I still believe that there is some value in exploring this realm, but I'm not sure what this exploration will reveal, whether it be insights into the nature of my mind, creative ideas, etc. Profound insights aside, though, it's still an intensely fun experience. Should my future trips fail to reveal anything useful, I'm sure that I'll still be thankful to have had the opportunity to venture into a world of my own creation, where myself and my ideas are all that exist, and where anything is possible. Needless to say, I'm more interested in the upper plateaus than the lower. So, in future trips, I'll be shooting for third and, eventually, forth plateau trips. I'm going to up my dose next time, because I'd like to be able to enter "tussin space" without having to smoke weed to get there. So, I'll either be upping to 450 (7 mg/kg) or 600 (9.4 mg/kg) mg, I'm not sure yet. I'd like to go all the way to 600 mg, but I don't want to rush into things too quickly. Also, I'll probably be using nitrous with my next dxm trip to see where it takes me. In general, I'm happy to have had this experience, and I look forward to future ones. The next few trips will probably involve more acclimation to the dxm environment, getting my sea legs, so to speak. After that, hopefully, I can begin to undertake some serious adventuring to see what I can discover. Thanks for reading this, and I'd love to hear your thoughts/opinions/suggestions in the comments.
