This happened earlier in the year, and I wrote a report elswhere on the net about it, but I'm gonna write it off the top of my head here. I've just been reading a few trip reports on here and felt like posting my own. This is the only trip of mine that is worth reporting in recent history.
Prior to this trip I had been experimenting with dxm for a few months, usually reaching the third plateau. This time I was determined to reach the fourth plateau, so I took three 200mL bottles of DX (15mg/5mL) which worked out to be 1.8g DXM HBr, instead of my usual two bottles.
I usually have a phase where I feel almost seasick as the trip is coming on. This is kinda unpleasant, but it quickly goes away and leaves me tripping hard. I usually put on my Light and Sound goggles, and put on some baroque music. The third and particularly the sixth brandenburg are my favourites for dxm (and in general). When I do this I see long corridors with classical architecture and all sorts of thing I could go on and on about.
This time was different though. I lay down with the goggles and listened to vivaldi's four seasons, and I started getting those hallucinations but as the 'seasick' feeling dissapated, it was replace by something I had not experienced before. I s'pose that feeling is full dissociation. My skin felt funny, and I couldn't really feel pain (I know this, as I hurt myself quite a lot that evening). I was really out of it, and my memory on a lot is sketchy, but I know at the time I was aware up until a certain point.
I don't know if I had my eyes open or closed, but at some point I suddenly realised I had been hallucinating, and I was now trying to navigate my environment. The hallucination I had just snapped out of was this: The whole universe was contained within this small area of maybe four acres. It was all caverns (but not covered). It would be impossible to live outside these caverns on the surface or anything. I was a lifeforce like the vitality bars on mortal combat. I had no body, just the lifeforce. There were other lifeforces, and I knew them. They symbolised my friends and family. Each lifeforce resided in a dead-end cave. We were all darting around the caverns trying to communicate with each other, but it was terrifying. Some of the caves were empty, but not empty as we normally know it. They contained the void. I felt as if going into one of those caves would destroy me. None of us had anything to look forward to. I was totally unaware of any life outside of this existance.
When I realised I had been hallucinating, I was standing in my kitchen trying to walk around. I knew where I was in a way, but it all seemed different. Quite often I would get things all mixed up and think I was outside on the street, or in a castle or a lighthouse. I knew I was tripping, but I couldn't really control it. I had my girlfriend there, but I hadn't prepped her as well as I should've. She had sat for me with my first couple of third plateau trips, and didn't realise I was going to get this fucked up on the fourth. I knew I was, but didn't realise it would feel that intense until I experienced it.
My girlfriend was getting increasingly worried, because she was unable to communicate with me, and also because I was starting to go a bit of a yellow colour. She called one of my friends and explained the situation to him. He asked to speak to me. I remember her handing me the phone, but I didn't really understand what was going on, and my short term memory was shot, so I couldn't understand what anyone was talking to me about. Apparantly I just responded to everything with, "what?"
My mate and his brother came over to check on me and I actually managed to come out with, "You...look...like...an...a...li...en!" but didn't say much else the whole time they were over. They asked me how I felt and, according to them (I don't remember it), I made a whooshing sound and spun my hands around each other up to the sky.
I was still hallucinating a lot. I remember that we all went down this long road and ended up in a coffeeshop and then I realised it was my loungeroom and I'd just been hallucinating. It was hard to see things properly, but after a while I started realising that my friends were really there. They left when I started coming down half an hour later, but it seemed like an eternity.
I've left out so much of what I experienced, but if I included everything I could write a whole book on that one experience. I DO want to go to the fourth plateau again one day, but I will be more prepared the next time. I actually think the hallucinations can be more realistic (as in more lifelike) on the third, but on the fourth they are more convincing and involving and you can forget who you are and where you are, and live in an alternate universe for an eternity. Do not underestimate the effects of a quantity like this. Have a sitter. Thanks for reading.
-Zac
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