topherfoster
Rising Star
So, I've had several trips that made me feel uncomfortable. But I was never scared. Uncomfortable trips are usually laughed off. Melty eyes. Flashing lights. Everything moving fast or pulsing in my face... I can handle.
But this trip...
Before this trip, I downed roughly 540mg of DXM (through a bottle of Robitussin, only active ingredient is dxm).
I took my vinegar bottle machine. Drew 1 big hit. Held it forever.
Released it. Big breath.
Took my 2nd hit.
Next thing I know, I'm tumbling through images of fear. Nothing but raw fear. Red and yellow flashing lights. My girlfriend was there. My neighbors were there. Everyone was trying to hold me down. All I could think was "I did it this time..."
Picture yourself, red and yellow colors flashing all around you. You can't focus on anything. People are trying to hold you and calm you as you're flopping around (you think). You see their faces and you're thinking "Oh God, now they know I do drugs... now they know I'm a bad person".
I remembered that I'm probably naked. I tried to imagine how I look to them.
Side note:
I once took a lot of xanax... This trip, made me feel like I was having a bad, real life xanax trip. Flopping around like I did on xanax that one time... I thought it was just like that.
I seriously believed that I had pushed myself to insanity, and my neighbors and girlfriend had to come to my rescue. When I saw my girlfriend there, it broke my heart. I thought crap... I must have texted her to come help me. She was saying stuff like "It's okay, it's okay". And I thought she'd never stay with me again after seeing this. And then my poor little neighbor's children getting exposed to me flopping around about.
I mean, every detail was perfect. I live in an apartment, my neighbors are a very nice Indian family. And there they were in my trip. I felt bad for them having to see me out of control.
I really have NO clue if I was yelling in my trip. Do we yell during REAL break throughs?
Because they might think I'm weird now. I should have recorded it...
When I came out of it, I don't think I was yelling. I was trying to get up, reach for my phone. Reach for something to tell me I'm coming out of a trip. For a good minute or two after coming out I was trying to convince myself that no one was in the room, and that no ambulance, girlfriend, or neighbors were here.
Insane.
Will that keep me off the spice? Probably not.
But it's not the euphoric DMT+DXM experience I read about
But... If you want to make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. I guess!
But this trip...
Before this trip, I downed roughly 540mg of DXM (through a bottle of Robitussin, only active ingredient is dxm).
I took my vinegar bottle machine. Drew 1 big hit. Held it forever.
Released it. Big breath.
Took my 2nd hit.
Next thing I know, I'm tumbling through images of fear. Nothing but raw fear. Red and yellow flashing lights. My girlfriend was there. My neighbors were there. Everyone was trying to hold me down. All I could think was "I did it this time..."
Picture yourself, red and yellow colors flashing all around you. You can't focus on anything. People are trying to hold you and calm you as you're flopping around (you think). You see their faces and you're thinking "Oh God, now they know I do drugs... now they know I'm a bad person".
I remembered that I'm probably naked. I tried to imagine how I look to them.
Side note:
I once took a lot of xanax... This trip, made me feel like I was having a bad, real life xanax trip. Flopping around like I did on xanax that one time... I thought it was just like that.
I seriously believed that I had pushed myself to insanity, and my neighbors and girlfriend had to come to my rescue. When I saw my girlfriend there, it broke my heart. I thought crap... I must have texted her to come help me. She was saying stuff like "It's okay, it's okay". And I thought she'd never stay with me again after seeing this. And then my poor little neighbor's children getting exposed to me flopping around about.
I mean, every detail was perfect. I live in an apartment, my neighbors are a very nice Indian family. And there they were in my trip. I felt bad for them having to see me out of control.
I really have NO clue if I was yelling in my trip. Do we yell during REAL break throughs?
Because they might think I'm weird now. I should have recorded it...
When I came out of it, I don't think I was yelling. I was trying to get up, reach for my phone. Reach for something to tell me I'm coming out of a trip. For a good minute or two after coming out I was trying to convince myself that no one was in the room, and that no ambulance, girlfriend, or neighbors were here.
Insane.
Will that keep me off the spice? Probably not.
But it's not the euphoric DMT+DXM experience I read about
But... If you want to make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. I guess!