feline hatewave
05-18-2006, 11:31 AM
dose: 600 mgs (20 capsules)
dosed at about 10:30 and tried spreading some of them out so i wouldnt get sick (which worked).
11:59- cool so far, if i look at the cieling long enough, the popcorn on it starts to merge together and kind of flow, i think i like it, and i feel kind of slow motion. theres a light on low and the idea of the shadows its casting fascinate me so much, light doesnt hit them, they create another line on the wall, and a darker section of the room. but my cieling is somewhat irritating, and i want to punch or claw through it. (i spent about 5 minutes laying on my bed trying to convince myself that it was possible for me to take off my cieling.)
12:30- (this is where my handwriting turns into a crazy scribble) but what i can read says this:this is what insanity feels like. walking is a task. i had a lucid dream lying here that a bush had like a head or and the stem was a neck or something and librarary (hahaha at spelling) books, everything is blurry and it feels like my brain is giving up on vision.
i swear it felt like hours between these two entries
12:42- wow, i can still write, im laying on my side but im not laying on anything and its itchy and blurry and double vision.
anything beyond this is unreadable
9:04- this is after i "fell asleep" and woke up in the morning. im not sure what time i fell asleep because of time distortion but i know that after 1 am, it was hell, it was terrifying, disguisting, mental hell. i hated it and im propabl not going to attempt DXM trips anymore. i felt so disconnected from the world, and i thought it would last forever, i was thinking about killing myself and i was repeating over and over to my self "i am brandon, i am brandon, i am brandon" trying to give myself SOME sense of self and reality. i felt like i was in my room last night for days. i dont remember ALL that much about this point, but i remember that i thought my cat was like going through it all with me and stuff. (i feel closer to the cat now HAHA)
well it is now 11:25 am and i feel like my brain took a beating, im definately feeling the after effects and im so hungover and all i can really do is sit there and stare at the wall.
all in all, terrible experience, propably never doing DXM again (it was my 4th time)
dosed at about 10:30 and tried spreading some of them out so i wouldnt get sick (which worked).
11:59- cool so far, if i look at the cieling long enough, the popcorn on it starts to merge together and kind of flow, i think i like it, and i feel kind of slow motion. theres a light on low and the idea of the shadows its casting fascinate me so much, light doesnt hit them, they create another line on the wall, and a darker section of the room. but my cieling is somewhat irritating, and i want to punch or claw through it. (i spent about 5 minutes laying on my bed trying to convince myself that it was possible for me to take off my cieling.)
12:30- (this is where my handwriting turns into a crazy scribble) but what i can read says this:this is what insanity feels like. walking is a task. i had a lucid dream lying here that a bush had like a head or and the stem was a neck or something and librarary (hahaha at spelling) books, everything is blurry and it feels like my brain is giving up on vision.
i swear it felt like hours between these two entries
12:42- wow, i can still write, im laying on my side but im not laying on anything and its itchy and blurry and double vision.
anything beyond this is unreadable
9:04- this is after i "fell asleep" and woke up in the morning. im not sure what time i fell asleep because of time distortion but i know that after 1 am, it was hell, it was terrifying, disguisting, mental hell. i hated it and im propabl not going to attempt DXM trips anymore. i felt so disconnected from the world, and i thought it would last forever, i was thinking about killing myself and i was repeating over and over to my self "i am brandon, i am brandon, i am brandon" trying to give myself SOME sense of self and reality. i felt like i was in my room last night for days. i dont remember ALL that much about this point, but i remember that i thought my cat was like going through it all with me and stuff. (i feel closer to the cat now HAHA)
well it is now 11:25 am and i feel like my brain took a beating, im definately feeling the after effects and im so hungover and all i can really do is sit there and stare at the wall.
all in all, terrible experience, propably never doing DXM again (it was my 4th time)