Experience:DXM 300-450mg oral. (Circles to Infinity)

Dextromethorphan 350-400mg

Age: 18 Sex: Male Height: 5’7 Weight: 185Ib Date: 12/2021 Location: United States/ Northeast Substance: Dextromethorphan Dose: 300-450mg

This past Saturday, I experienced my first real hallucinogenic trip. I took a drug called dextromethorphan, a cough suppressant that is dissociative and psychedelic at higher doses. I will provide here a story of what I experienced as best as I can recall. I guess I have a low tolerance to psychedelics and dissociatives, because this dose was enough to bring me to the third or fourth plateau. Sorry I don’t have an exact timeline, my sense of time was almost completely non-existent.

12:00: I don’t remember how much I took, but I guess in the ballpark of 300-450mg. For most people, that dose is only mid to high second plateau, but I seem to be sensitive to hallucinogens. I took the pills around midnight, and waited. For a while, I didn’t feel anything and thought that it would be a dud. DXM, from my previous experiences, takes about 45 minutes to an hour to kick in for me. After I was done, I played on my phone and texted some friends. After about an hour, that’s when I started to feel it. I began feeling woozy.

12:25: Cue another 15-25 minutes or so, and I start to feel very light, and my movements feel effortless. After another 20 minutes, I start to have these “godlike” thoughts, feeling as if I am talking to either the god Anu, or a messenger of his. I learned that Anu was angry at Dream (The very essence and personification of dreams.) and that he wanted to assemble a council against Dream. At some point I remember talking to inanimate objects, like asking my dresser a weird question: “Tell me, why are you circling away into infinity?”

1:30 I did hallucinate, not seeing fractals really like LSD, but seeing some melty waves, and my walls looking like they were either light years away, or bulging towards me. I did, however, see these arcane purple magic circles and runes on my ceiling. The trip only got crazier from there.

1:50 My walls were moving, looking like water, and I could barely read and type on my phone, though it did feel like something was physically pulling my fingers towards the keys I wanted to tap. I felt like I was watching my body control itself, and had difficulty walking. I remember debating multiple times if I wanted to head out of my room and experience the rest of the house, but I was too afraid my family would see me and notice I was really high. It really felt like I was in another world, or at least a higher plane of existence within the same realm.

2:02 I had a lot of nausea, as is common with DXM, but didn’t vomit. Before you ask, no, I did not have a trip sitter, and I mostly just either wandered around my room or layed in bed, like I was in a K-hole. I saw clouds of crimson red and grey smoke, and had trouble moving. I saw blue arcane closed eyed visuals. The dissociative side was more powerful than the hallucination side of it though. I felt like it was never going to end, and that the night would stretch on forever. Images drifted deeper into the trip, with my walls looking like there were little rivers moving on them.

2:30 The trip peaked to the point where I could no longer read on my phone. I was trying to read about other experiences online but literally couldn’t make out the words. I don’t think I experienced ego death, but I don’t think I was thinking about the “I” either. I was just thinking about everything. The absolute peak of the trip resulted in me not being able to string thoughts together, as my mind felt like it was water that had been spilled on the table, spreading all over the place. I for sure didn’t feel inside my thoughts like I normally do when sober, meaning I didn’t really feel connected to them, and they just came and went. I felt absolutely zero sexual arousal, and I even forgot things like porn existed.

3:00 Lastly, when I talked to myself, it felt like there was a delay between my mouth moving and the actual words coming out of my mouth, probably language suppression. If anyone tried to talk to me, I likely wouldn’t have been able to communicate. I hallucinated my parents coming in the room a couple times, the hallway lights turning on and off, my ceiling fan looking like it was warping. I did have enough mental capacity throughout the trip to debate leaving my room, and seeing the whole house while intoxicated, but was too afraid I would run into one of the night owls in my family, and I would get in trouble for being high. I thought my two closet doors were star guardians, and that they were related to the dresser that was “circling away into infinity”. I had auditory hallucinations too, like my light up Mazda light on my dresser was talking to me, it was on the red colour, so it made it feel and sound like it had a deep and commanding voice.

7:00 The come down was annoying. I didn’t experience it from the moment it started, but from the next morning, and I felt like I was drunk all day. I had a little trouble walking but luckily nobody found out I was on drugs.

9:00 I definitely plan to do this again sometime, either taking a little more or a little less, I’m not sure yet. The trip apart from the nausea wasn’t bad, but not great either. It was a little darker than what I’ve heard from people on acid and psilocybin. My favourite part was probably the god-like thoughts and and the feeling of being a floating brain or mind, watching my body move effortlessly, as if on autopilot. I also saw that my ceiling looked wrinkly, almost like an old man’s skin. There were some colours, a faint grainy yellow on my ceiling and ripples. I wish I had left my room, and either gone to play video games or go outside. Next time, I’m going to try watching psychedelic visual videos on my phone to see how the drug alters them.