- 10:25 PM - 8 oz pure dextromethorphan in robitussin DM cough syrup consumed, no other active ingredients
- 10:50 PM - Some visual distortions, dots and blips
- 11:15 PM - Feel off-body slowing
- 11:22 PM - I am high
- 11:33 PM - Very nauseous. Might puke.
- 11:40 PM - Too impaired to tell time in blastoff mode. Jesus, I'm fucked up hahah! [I was originally logging the times in a format that told how much time it had been from the start of the experience (e.x. Time + 0:15 min), but apparently when it got to 11:40, I couldn't concentrate enough to do that.]
- 11:54 PM - Definitely on plateau 2.
- 12:02 AM - The tiles on the wall are moving.
- 12:33 AM - This trip is incredibly intense. I am insanely high, and am probably going to hit the 3rd plateau soon. Cannot piss :(
- 12:50 AM - I'm almost over the nausea and I'm trippin like a freak. I'm seeing the puke saucer in front of me turn into a rainbow-colored light container with a weird rectangle in the middle. [I used to always keep one present in case I vomited.]
- 12:53 AM - It's ridiculously hard to put my coat on and I'm shaking.
- 12:58 AM - Trip is very intense. friend is waiting outside while I wait for my parents to go back to sleep. [My friend Dominic was outside in his truck, waiting for me to come out. He knew I was fucked up immediately when I got to his car, and I remember seeing his face warp around and not being able to concentrate on what he was saying. He was telling me that my girlfriend was disgusting, and I broke up with her shortly after. Good advice, I reckon. He later told me that, when he was helping me go back into my house, I would walk a few feet, and then stop, and he'd have to remind me what I was doing. When I went back inside, I remember hearing the doorbell ring (it's right next to the door). I still to this day don't know if he rang it to alert my parents that I was in danger, or if I accidentally leaned on it. I think my mom came to check if someone was outside, but I'd luckily made it down into my room and shut the light off before she could come down.]
- 4:16 AM - IJujst [I don't remember what I was thinking when I wrote this, but I do remember cackling loudly while I did so.]
One more story:
I once took 40 robitussin pills, containing 15mgs dextromethorphan each (40 x 15 = 600mgs). It took me about thirty minutes before intense nausea set in. The trip was coming on faster than it ever had before, and, although I'd left a stockpot under my bed in case of vomiting, I didn't make it that far. I projectile puked across my floor and couch as I crawled toward the bed, horrified at the state of affairs. I made it there, and, still puking red nastiness, I smashed my face into the pot harshly as I let it all go. After that, my memory is a bit foggy, but I do remember struggling across my room to make it to the sink to take a piss, and glancing into the mirror. I looked like a demon; my pupils had consumed my eyes, and my mouth hung open, gaping and quivering. I couldn't pee when I got to the sink; I never could on the stuff. It probably has something to do with the effect these pills have on your kidneys or liver or something. I never did the research.
The next thing I remember is lying in my bed, having that same experience: "Will I ever come down?" But it was much worse this time. Because I'd been emptying my guts, I thought, in my inebriated state, that I was going to die. It was absolutely terrifying to think that my final hours of life were to be spent spinning about in a mushed up nothingness. But my hallucinations distracted me when I closed my eyes and drifted off to another dimension. I was in a giant colosseum, surrounded by lions that roared relentlessly at me. I looked to the sky and immediately floated off into it. This must have been when I fell asleep, but it might have also been when I blacked out. Maybe I had a religious trip, considering my rise to the heavens a journey into the Great Beyond. Regardless, I woke up the next day hung over, the world still shifting around me; I was just glad to be alive, even with the significant brain damage that comes from a third (or maybe fourth) plateau trip.
I in no way condone the use of DXM as a method to get high, because I believe I probably have holes in my brain from repeated use. Most people (from what I've read) find the trip uncomfortable and strange, but I never did. It was quite the opposite for me. I always experienced great euphoria, visual hallucinations, and space/time distortion, and these things were what I sought at the time in a stressful life. It was a great payoff. In any case, however, DXM is not a party drug. You can barely move when its full effects come in.
If you're confused about what the plateaus are, or are curious about the effects of DXM, here's a very interesting guide on the subject: DXM Guide. It's pretty much a guide to the safe methods of getting high on cough syrup (I use the word 'safe' lightly, because this shit can't be healthy for you in any way you twist it).
