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Sustained, Controllable Euphoria
DXM
by DXer


BODY WEIGHT : 230 lb


I have experimented with Robitussin Maximum Strength Cough for over a year now, and I would like to relate my findings.
I am not currently under the effects of DXM. My girlfriend did not like the dramatic changes that manifested in my personality. I did. Argument ensued. I decided to quit.
I learned about DXM at a small party in the spring of 1999. Up until then the only drugs I had used were pot and acid, the latter only once.
The person that told me about it was mentioning it as an alternative to acid, which I had been looking around for for the longest time with none in the area to be found.
This person was misinformed though about the stuff. I went home though and did my research on the internet, and found out that RMSC was the stuff I wanted, not the Max cough and cold.
This person also had told me that it made you hallucinate by eating the lining of your stomach, somehow causing the effects. This was nonsense.

I've experimented downing it in a number of ways.
Dose cup by dose cup, chugging the bottle, chugging and drinking a bottle of water, dosing alternating with grapefruit juice shots. I have not found any difference in what ultimately happens, except with the water.
The effects are cumulative, and increase in enjoyablity as you adapt. You the reader could go out right now and buy a bottle for five dollars and chug it and experience very little to nothing. But if you did that everyday for a week to a week in a half, using your best judgement, you would begin to notice a DEFINITE change in your thinking and actions.
Negative thoughts could not penetrate my calm mind, my upbeat mind, nor my sleeping mind. DXM is a euphoriant, so that is why. Again though, it's cumulative, so don't expect anything without experimenting.
At first I had no idea what I was doing. None whatsoever. But the substance has a way of correcting your behavior in terms of how you find out what works and what doesn't.
I don't know how it works, but the water somehow prolongs the effects up to 6-7 hours. Actually plain water is the best thing I have ever taken with DXM. Not mixed or anything...just afterwards. I would always drink bottles and bottles of water because I was being cautious with my kidneys. It is a syrup, and it's being dumped into your system wholesale.

The negatives I've experienced:
Dosing too high for being in public (anything over 4 oz for my body weight)
Not being able to concentrate for a period of time, usually less than two minutes. This occurs probably two hours into my experiences.
Slight nausea.
Heavy nausea, accompanied by vomiting and not being able to keep anything on my stomach.
Gradual loss of my ability to walk decently while being on it. I have gone to stand up from chairs and had to sit immediately back down in embarrassment because no one knew I was on it. If I would have gone to walk, they would have been able to tell something was definitely up. This occurs generally towards the end of the trip.
Insomnia.
Conflicts with my loved ones, who have no idea what sustained, controllable euphoria actually feels like, nor how dramatically it alters your self-image.
Heavy sweating, dry mouth.
Constantly wanting more to prolong the effects. Bottoming out can be avoided..there is no coming down unless you can't find a bottle, and even then the residual effects can last upwards of a week. Two to three days is more common in my experience.
Being viewed as delusional.
Excitability.
Overemotion stages.
Motor skills drastically degenerating.
Slurred words. Not so much speech in general.
Et al.

Again, most of these effects occur when you don't know what you're doing, when you think you have control of the drug and not the other way around.

Some of the positives, and I am leaving out the psychological aspects, which are profound:
Diminishing of physical pain. This helps in all kinds of things. Use your mind and experiment. I find stretching to be extremely pleasurable, and I could stretch easily beyond my non-DXM zones.
Inability to achieve orgasm (unless you're definitely persistent and tenacious), coupled with a dramatic increase in the enjoyable qualities of sex.
Lucid thought.
Out of body experiences.
Lucid dreaming.
An increase, after an initial orientation with, ESP.
The ability to talk to anyone anywhere, unabashedly.

There is a lot more. This was the tip of the iceberg with my experience. It's really sad that others can't see the difference between use and abuse, as they label anything they are scared of or ignorant of as abuse.

I Saw My Soul, God and Heaven
DXM
by Trippy-Trip Corey


DOSE : T+ 0:00 450 mg oral DXM (liquid)
T+ 2:00 270 ug oral DXM (liquid)

BODY WEIGHT : 170 lb


On Tuesday night, I took 8 oz. Of Robotussin Maximum Strength Cough. Got even more motor weirdness than the last time. After about 4 hours, my brain felt like it was fried and the general feeling was a combination of LSD (enhanced mind stimulation, unreality), Ketamine (slurred speech, floatiness, motor impairment), Ecstasy (euphoria), and alcohol (decreased ability to communicate, lack of inhibition). The shifting, dizzy visual field was present in the beginning, but faded after a while. Great difficulty walking and going to sleep. Two bong hits during the trip didn't seem to have the usual weed effects. Hangover the next morning. Enjoyable, but not special.

Thursday night was quite a different story. I took 5 oz. of Robo, and then 2 hours later I took 3 oz. of Robo. In theory, this should have been a weaker trip, but I turned out to be wrong (possibly there was some cumulative effect from the Tuesday trip, but I don't know). After ½ hour I felt goofy and light. Then I went with two friends to a library. It was difficult for my eyes to focus on anything. I found every comment that anyone said funny. I felt goofy, but also a little bit paranoid. I smiled at these two people uncontrollably. I saw another friend and had a brief conversation about acid, spiders, and DXM. My speech was slurred, and continued to slur the whole night.

We returned to person X's house, where I took the remaining 3 oz. of Robo. People and comments were becoming very unreal. The paranoia was heightened to the point where I wondered whether passersby were friends or enemies. This was not like acid paranoia, though, because I felt generally pleasant the whole time. I was not able to blink very much during this time, and my friends said I appeared glassy-eyed and distant. I was scaring them, and yet I was having a good time.

Pretty soon, I got the sensation that my brain was 'fried' (this is just how I felt - not a statement about reality). I was feeling crazy or insane. I read too much into what people were saying. I felt like Robert Deniro in 'Taxi Driver', when he was staring at the pimps in the restaurant.

We went to visit a friend at a hotel. Very mild hallucinations started. They were very different from LSD hallucinations in at least two ways. 1) LSD hallucinations exist side-by-side with waking reality (as far as my experiences go). DXM hallucinations are more like vivid recollections. 2) LSD visuals seem very 2-D, in retrospect. DXM visuals are very much 3-D; so 3-D that they seem 4-D. It's almost like wearing a virtual reality mask. For some reason, I imagined that my friends and I had gone to 7-11, but they said that was not the case.
My friends and I returned to the house.

The DXM had shifted gears on me. I drifted into another world. My thoughts became a hallucinatory field. The visuals could be interrupted by another person's speech, but only briefly. I kept jumping from the real world to the Dex world and back and forth and back and forth. One of my friends said something about Japan. I said that I had always considered Japan as a part of the West. But then I wondered: 'Why did I ever think that?' I was struck by the fact that it was all bullshit and conditioning. All the bullshit that I had ever been fed came to me in a rush of clarity - I could actually see the bullshit. My friend talked about the process of conditioning, but I only caught fragments of her speech and occasional glimpses of her face. The hallucinatory field was almost total now.
In the Dex world, I saw myself as a bird. I was flying rapidly from South America to North America, seeing all of the countries as they actually were (although there were more trees present than exist in reality). I saw how my conditioned views were far different from reality (this thought has occurred to me many times before, but on DXM I could actually 'see' the effects of the conditioning. It was quite emotional, as it all came to me in a rush. As a bird, I was uninhibited by artificial, political boundaries (sin fronteras). I could see how powerful, and yet how arbitrary, borders were. I was amazed.

I went into my friend's room in total awe. I was completely uninhibited, and I told her that I felt comfortable sharing my soul with her. I was struck by the fact that I am so afraid to tell people what I am really thinking and feeling in everyday life. My friend and I talked for a while, but I don't remember what we said. I just remember feeling very excited and euphoric (slightly similar to Ecstasy). My friend had an angelic aura about her that I could clearly see.

Soon, I left my friends room. All the nerve endings in my body felt 'fried' or maxed out. Thought came out semi-automatically, and did not require the usual processing. Indeed, processing became impossible. Everything just flowed. I was truly amazed by my experiences so far, because I had only planned on getting ******** up; I didn't expect these psychedelic revelations. But the best was yet to come.

When I turned the lights out, the most amazing thing happened. All pain seemed to leave my body. The hallucinatory field became total. I saw the frontal lobe of a brain suspended in darkness. The folds of the brain separated into 3-D cubes that slowly rolled forward in unison. I was gliding on the cubes, and yet standing apart from them at the same time. Each cube contained an image - a memory of mine. When I saw a particular image that caught my eye, I could focus in on it and re-experience the memory. It was as if I had total recall of everything I had ever done, but somehow I could control which memories I recalled and which ones I didn't. I truly thought during these moments that I had seen my entire soul, heaven, and God all at the same time. This is strange, because I don't believe in God or heaven; and I believe that the soul is a set of biochemical processes, not separate from the mind.

I went outside to smoke a cigarette. As I looked up at the sky, I could recall perfectly my third acid trip - not just the visuals, but the feeling behind it. I felt god-like in my revelations, and yet I also felt more human than I have ever felt before. When I re-entered the house, I felt a sense of total joy, peace, and love. I was so excited by what I had seen, that I told my friend all about it. She said later that she had never seen me so excited. I told her that as long as we both shall live, that we should never, ever forget that I had just seen God.

I went back to my bed, and closed my eyes. The visuals returned. The most memorable was a blue flame that was coming toward me. It was not a burning flame, however, but a cleansing flame. Soon afterwards, I got the distinct sensation (and visual to go along with it) that my 'soul' was leaving my body. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. As I was in the kitchen, I thought I had left my body behind. I want to re-emphasize that I was still could not understand how I was even capable of rational thought. The 'insane' feeling, however, had passed. As I returned from the kitchen, I saw that my body was not lying on the bed - I guess I hadn't left my body after all. But it felt so real. I was so full of joy, it's hard to describe.

After this point, I decided to get some sleep. The comedown was gradual. No hangover in the morning. I felt completely refreshed the next day. It had been one of my most fulfilling experiences ever. As pleasant as it was, I had no immediate desire to repeat the experience. I remember how my past acid binge had been a failed attempt to recreate my first four amazing trips. I think I will Dex again, but always in moderation and with Olney's lesions in mind. God lives in a bottle of cough syrup. Wow!

On Autopilot
DXM
by orphencider


DOSE : 600 mg oral DXM (pill / tablet)

BODY WEIGHT : 150 lb


Recently, after having used DXM several times, I decided to splurge and go for a bigger dose. I picked up 3 packets of sucrets extra strength cough lozenges that had 900mg of DXM between them. I took 600mg (36 tablets) and a friend of mine who'd never tried it before had 300mg (18 tablets). Unfortunately I couldn't find anything that had a higher concentration of DXM per tablet, but it was good enough and went down with reasonable ease.

I experienced the usual coming up effects; slight nausea and the sensation that my head was being compressed gently as if I was wearing a baseball cap. We drove around for a while then went to my friends house and listened to some really trippy music with a strobe light on. Eventually we got around popping in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (which I think was a mistake) The movie started and I began slowly losing my sense of where when and who I was. By the time we were a few minutes into the movie I was totally gone (about an hour after dosing up). I seemed to get caught in a bit of a loop. My perception would change to something and then I would perceive that as being where I had always been. I would be sitting somewhere, for instance, then suddenly something in my mind would snap and I'd start over again and everything looked qualitatively different in an unexplainable way. Once I went to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick and when I was in the bathroom I had no idea when I had actually left and gone to the bathroom or how I had gotten there. Even though I was probably only in there for a few minutes, it felt like I had been there all night. When I went back to the room where my friends were watching the movie everything looked different, as if I was there on a different day at a different time in a different life. I guess the easiest way to explain it would be to say that my physical vision was intact (although rather stuttered and blurry) and the invisible elements - the where, when and why that were being seen through some hideous ever-changing kaleidoscope.

Somewhere along the way (probably about two hours in) I began losing larger and larger periods of time. I would snap to and wonder where I was and what was going on and how I got where I was (and bother my sober friend by repeatedly asking him these questions!) This was the first significant difference I noticed between 300mg and 600mg. Every time I noticed the movie that we were watching it would have advanced significantly (in the order of 10-15 minutes). I'm not sure what happened in between these portions but I can only assume I was staring off in a catatonic stupor or just plain vegging out. It was around this time too that I began to realize that I was going to die. I was afraid at first, well, terrified actually. It wasn't an urgent feeling, just a realization that I was going to die tonight because I had overdosed. I told my friends that I was going to die and they laughed at me. My entire life seemed to appear in a new light and a different philosophy of people unveiled itself to me. I thought of what my parents would think and my friends and everyone I knew and I realized that it wasn't really going to matter after all. It became apparent that I take life's pressures far to seriously and I endow too many people positions of superiority over me in my minds eye. I was satisfied with this, but still felt a bit overwhelmed by my impending destiny.

I didn't realize how much I'd gone under till we turned the lights on and went to get a drink. I was like an airliner pilot on a coffee break with my body on autopilot. My body seemed to walk itself (teetering all the way) down the curved staircase and into the kitchen as if some primitive subroutine was struggling at this new task of directing it. My own voice was far away from me as well. It felt as though my existence had been spliced and my higher mental functions resided far away from this now in control simpleton. Then (much to my amusement) my body jumped around in circles and laughed without my direction! I was witnessing this kind of behavior but was unable to control it at all.

It was around then that we decided to call it a night (although it was still fairly early) My sober friend and I got into his van and began to drive home (a 1/2 hour drive). My friend told me I talked to him all the way home, but on the way I remember only actually consciously talking several times. Every time I snapped to I'd start talking about things I'd already talked about (not having any recollection of the previous few minutes of conversation).

When I got in my house I had pronounced double vision (my pupils must have been the size of dimes) Light really hurt my eyes. I found it easier to navigate dark rooms than ones with the lights on. Time dilation increased to absurd proportions. The next ten minutes lasted hours. I
had to go to the bathroom, but wasn't able to coordinate myself to do so. I stumbled back and forth through my house forgetting where I was going and wondering where my friends had gone then realizing that they were 1/2 hour away then wondering where they went again. This kept on and even got worse. I couldn't sleep because my heart was racing insanely and I got the impression that I was going to die again. I tried to go on my computer but the screen was bulging and was way to intense for me to even look at. After a few more eternal hours I managed to go to sleep.

Overall it was an enjoyable experience. Neither the nausea at the beginning nor the delusion at the end was enough to dampen the enjoyable aspects in the middle. The 1-2 hour 'zone' in the middle of DXM trips truly rocks, it's like a mellowed out ecstasy drunkenness. Of course, it's not something worth dying for and I'm not sure I'd ever do 600mg again after the ride I went on.

name: buzzy
age:15
weight: 108 lbs
dose: three eight oz bottles, approx. 2000 mg DXM
method: robitussin DM

Experience: WTF.

This was my first trip. EVER. i had absolutely no idea what to expect, no idea how i would act, think, feel, anything. (at that point, i hadnt heard of erowid)
i was with my three friends, two of their bfs, one of their sisters, and my xbf.
we were standing outside of wallgreens playing TorD. it was the night of the christmas walk of my freshman year in highschool. it was 12 degrees outside, and there was 6 or 7 inches of snow on the ground.

him: i dare u to go into that store and steal all of the robotussin.
me:why?
him: JUST DO IT
(five seconds later) me:OK what now?? ( i had stolen all twelve bottles)
them all: damn,,,that was fast.
laura: chug it! chug it! ::she downs one bottle in a whole gulp::
me: (not to be outdone) oh yeah?! :chugs one bottle in a manner slightly faster than laura:
kate: gimme one....
everyone chugged sum, passing them around like blunts. IN FRONT OF THE ******** STORE! it was a riot. the manager came out and was like CARE TO TAKE ANYTHING ELSE? I JUST CALLED THE POLICE! and we're like well hot damn, anything? laura and i stole crayons and hello kitty coloring books and a shitload of stickers.
my x bf and i had four bottles left over.,. we chugged 2 more each.

after a while, six cigarettes, and a brisk walk to the park, it starts to kick in.
my legs went jelly, and it was so cold i couldnt feel my feet, but if i could have felt them, they wouldnt hav been on the ground. doin the robo-walk. lol. floated all the way to the park. at the park, the world began warbling. ( yes that is a word ) the trees seemed to dance to the music on my cd player. my friend kate had removed her shirt and pants and was dancing on the snowy slides. my other friend, kat (not kate, kat) was carving "nevermore" onto a tree, then slicing her wrist with it, every other stroke. my xbf just fell to the ground near the monkey bars and curled into a little ball like a stupid little emo b***h(he was lol) and twitched every once ina while. i was tripping way too hard. id had way too much. before i really started to peak, i felt a little nauseous. i suggested that we should make our way to my house and smoke some weed. we got our clothes together and dragged our little emo b***h to my house. then we realized that we had no weed. we were sad. then i started to peak. i was like HOLY ********. my whole body started to tingle. i was like I NEED A CIGARETTE. i lit one, and took a huge drag. with every exhale of smoke, i floated alittle bit higher. then we turned on hardcore gabber and my several strobelights. burned incense, and just lay all over eachother and reveled in the beauty of the world that we'd discovered.

then we decided we wanted ice cream. i dont remember anything after that, but that was a year and a half ago, and im still finding ******** spoons all over my house. it was ******** nuts.

coming down wasnt too bad. i just craved coffee, so we went to the mall and stole s**t and bought lots of gloria jeans.

WHOO HOO GO GLORIA JEANS COFFEE!

age: 16
dose: 355mg

It was my first big trip on dxm.
I tried before, but not such a big dose.
It was horrible.
Now I know the set&settings were bad. And that dose was too big for me.


Well, anyway.
I had that horrible itching all over my body. I went mad because of that. Pure madness.
Things were blurred and doubled. And 2D. They were changing into 2 simple stains.
I went to a supermarket because I got out of water.
That was bad too. And a bad idea to go into such a crowd while fully tripping.
Why a bad idea?
Well somehow I got blind (literally blind as f***, even though my eyes were open) and almost deaf for about 5 minutes. Just while standing in the queue.

Thank godness I had a sober friend with me. She kept the cold blood and paid, and got me out of there.
Then I started slowly coming back to normal.
Seeing again.
Still, the voices and sounds were very, very quiet.

I was so happy it finally passed..
It was A HELLA BAD TRIP.

dxm doesnt work for me stare