the comedown lasted all day yesterday. my muscles felt restless and tired, and my skin was cold. i was lethargic and blurry all day. i had nightmares when i slept, and dysphoria when i didn’t.
the trip was top notch, though. i chewed 24x30mg (720mg) Duract Cough dextromethorphan tablets. i hadn’t eaten for a few hours so the come-up only took 1 hour, and i tripped for 8 solid hours. most of the trip was a solid 3rd plat, while the peak was a definite 4th. i felt the afterglow until i fell asleep.
i smoked hash every half-hour or so for the whole trip. i recommend smoking at least some weed if you ever use dxm. (the thc enhances the body high and euphoria, and reduces nausea.)
the body high was amazing. it was comparable to ecstasy for the first hour or so. after that, the dissociative effects started and my mind and body began to feel more separate. i was completely numbed by the third hour.
starting around the first hour my vision began to blur/lose focus, repeat and become choppy and accordion like. moving my eye would result in color blasts in geometrical and pixelated looking shapes. i looked in the mirror, and saw myself with four eyes. faces stopped being recognizable and people seemed unfamiliar.
i laid down and closed my eyes, and began to think. my body was so far away at this point and i was lost watching visions in my head. conscious but in a dream-like state, euphoric and numb. i felt warm, and uplifted. i made sure to breathe in and out steadily, my chest dissociated. each breath i inhaled in until the bottom of my lungs were filled, and as i breathed out a sensation of pleasure would go from the center of my chest racing to every part of my body. i never feel something more cathartic with any other drug.
after laying there for a while, i felt inspired and decided i needed to do some art. i started using photoshop, which was awesome. fucking around with colors and layers resulted in some crazy shit. i had made a gif but i guess i forgot to save it. (oh yeah, did i mention my memory is really fucking shot?)
there were several annoying effects it had on me. i kept hallucinating sounds and getting paranoid about people being in my house. i also kept thinking joel was upset at me when he really wasn’t. at one point in the night i watched some courage the cowardly dog. all i could see for a while was a burnt in image of shirley the medium in my vision… similar to what happens after you stare at a light for too long.
towards the end of my trip i was getting super tired from all of the hash, and started imagining there were bubbles everywhere, and the popping noise began to make me irritable. that’s about the last thing i remember before crashing out.