OK, now for the more interesting part:
Thursday nite (I think) I was chatting again with the same friend on IRC, whom I’ll call R. here. He said he was gonna do DXM Friday nite 2001-08-24, and I, having enjoyed the first experience, suggested we do it together. I guess it was pretty crack-headed of me to do it again only 2 days later, but I wanted to take the opportunity to do it with him, esp. since I was planning to do a much higher dose, cause of his experience with the stuff, because at the dose I was planning, it would have been dangerous to do it alone, and also just because having someone to share it with you makes it a lot more fun and interesting. He’s a pretty anti-social person (excessive amounts of drugs will do that to you … or that can cause one to turn to drugs… Prolly a combination of both), really, and so he was unsure, … but he did end up coming over late Friday nite, and we each dosed 600 mg (twice as much as I’d done the last time) at 02:35 Saturday morning.
What I’d experienced the Wednesday nite was the 1st in a series of plateaux that characterize the nature of tripping on DXM. Friday nite I was to go up to the 3rd plateau. (If you lack the background info on DXM to know what I’m talking about, http://www.third-plateau.org/ is a good reference.)
This time it hit me somewhat faster. I think within 20 min. I’d come back up to the 1st plateau. Fun! (as I’ve said b4) … and then things started to go further. I was gonna get right fucked that nite, and boy did I ever. I think it was about an hour after I’d dosed, I’d gone beyond the robo-walk to a point where I could barely stand up anymore. I sat down and started talking to R. It all came out in slow motion. I was holding both vowels and fricatives excessively long. Right then I knew I was messed. I’d seen another friend of mine talk like that when he’d been in a mild K-hole. I knew then I was becoming dissociated. This wasn’t like any other drug I’d tried. It certainly wasn’t like E (which I’ve done 15 times before in the last 20 months).
Going further into this, timelines are somewhat skewed, but I have a fairly good general memory of it all. (It certainly was memorable.) The entire trip lasted a good 8 hours, but it seemed like days. Time had slowed to a crawl. This stuff is amazing for distorting one’s sense of time and space. The other side of the room seemed like the other side of the universe. I told R. things like, “It’s like I’m in Toronto and you’re in Chicoutimi.” Wow, … amazing stuff. I’m amazed yet again even as I write this.
One of the highlights was this time when I felt as though I was just tumbling in intergalactic space. Later I realized that what this was was that I had been completely cut off from my senses. I saw nothing but blackness, heard nothing, felt nothing but spinning backwards, vertically… I couldn’t even feel the Earth’s gravitational pull anymore!
Earlier on in the trip, I ended up shouting out loudly and uncontrolledly. R. let me know of this, and when I realized what it was I was doing, I was able to stop. Hopefully I didn’t alarm any of my neighbours. This was on the 2nd plateau. Also on that plateau, at both the beginning and the end, when I could still stand up and could stand up again, I would lose control of my body and begin dancing wildly and uncontrolledly for brief outbursts. I also found myself rolling around on the floor and wriggling on my bed, with a much reduced feeling of that with which I was in direct physical contact. Very enjoyable, tho I’m sure quite funny to watch, had anyone sober been there.
I’m really glad I had R. there. He was a lot more tolerant to the stuff, only reached the 2nd plateau, and was able to do things like get me water when I needed it. (It’s damn hard to find anything when you’re sense of space is completely gone.) He also played träxx on my computer (mostly goa), and dled this nifty visuals program and ran that with the music. I felt like I was inside whatever was going on in my computer screen! I would have been in no position to do any of that on my own. I also remember having conversations where I really connected with him, found out that we had a lot more in common than I’d realized. I don’t remember many of the details of those conversations; moreover I’m left with the sense that we’d really bonded. I’m very glad for that.
The comedown from this trip was very gentle and gradual, and I was left with a general sense of contentedness and well-being. The only annoying thing about it was that right near the end I was able to think clearly, but still couldn’t focus properly. This lasted maybe an hour at most, but like all the rest of it, seemed a lot longer. R. spent the rest of the day with me and left at 00:30 Sunday morning. The whole time he was here, I was able to bond with this very interesting and often misundersood person whom I now consider a good friend. 
One downside to the whole thing was that the contented feeling I had after the trip lasted all weeked, which was nice, but for the fact that it was contentedness that came coupled with total lack of motivation for anything.
Coming back to reality, it all seemed somehow new again. I decided to take a walk when I saw the sky at dusk on Sunday. It was just beautiful, … and it kinda snapped me out of my demotivation a bit.
Unfortunately, my sleeping and eating schedules were fucked over for the next few days. Today was the first day I’ve had a normal appetite. (My appetite wasn’t totally suppressed. I just never got hungry at the ‘normal’ times. Apparently there’s a lot of calories to be found in 200 ml of cough syrup, funny enough.) Sunday night I wasn’t able to sleep until 07:00, after my alarm went off for me to get up to go to work. I slept about half an hour, and still made it into work on time, but oh I hate working on zero sleep. I still don’t know if my sleep schedule is back to normal.
Anyway, … have I been detailed enough? I think so. There was so much to this, I’m sure I’ve missed stuff, but I’ve also said quite a lot here.
I’d just like to close this off by warning anyone wanting to try this stuff to make sure they’re fully informed. There’s a lot of things to take into consideration. I feel like I should mention a few of them here for those who might be too lazy to do their own research. (Do your own research, for goodness sake! Go to http://www.third-plateau.org and read as much of the DXM FAQ as you can stand to. It’s about a megabyte in .txt format, tho, so I can understand how one might balk at reading the entire thing. Still, there is a lot of good summarized info at The Third Plateau.)
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Make sure DXM is the only active ingredient in whatever product you choose to consume. One common co-ingredient can put you in for a long, slow, painful death in the hospital!
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If it’s your first trip, do a small amount just to see if your body can take it. Many ppl lack a necessary enzyme to process DXM and can become very sick!
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If you take enough to reach the 3rd plateau, don’t do it alone! You may end up doing something stupid with noone there to help you out of it.
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Again, do your own research. Be informed, and respect your body and your mind. There are so many things to beware of that I haven’t mentioned here.
I don’t plan on doing a higher-plateau dose of DXM again for quite a few months. While it was a totally awesome experience, it took a lot out of me, and I’m not one to want to overuse drugs to the point where I develop a significant tolerance.
I hope these first posts of mine have been an interesting read for all of you. Thanks for letting me share.
PLURR,
Mat-Eo
*** BTW, fecal_nugget: Which plateau did you even get to? ***
