Well, maybe this won't help anyone else, but last week I went around 1300 mg DXM and it was an INSANE trip. First off, I'm a fat guy (hence the handle) and normally it takes me an entire 8 oz bottle of CVS cough shit to feel the 2nd plateau. But this time, it was like complete and utter zombification. I have no other word to describe it. I couldn't have talked if I wanted to simply because there was no I. I thought of things in the third person "it walks to the bathroom." "it drinks a glass of water." TV had nothing for me. I tried to watch a movie but barely registered that it was playing a full ten minutes after I started it. It was "Crash" by the way, a decent movie which I eventually watched under a brief umbrella of "normalcy." In my "mind" I kept thinking "Damn, there are a lot of racist assholes in this place." But, as soon as I thought it, I would go into this insane parallel thought process that drifted in between the complex shit that has gone on in the Middle East as well as the fucked up-ness of the government and begin to see, without any input, seemingly by me, the downfall of humanity and the insidious destruction of everything we hold dear in western society. It was like five different movies were playing in my head, all at the same time, along with the movie I was supposed to be watching. Sound became a physical entity to me. Light, a direct pychological stimulus that had it's own life and intentions once it entered into my cognitive processes. The world, I felt, was reduced to a single entity which had the pure inherent capability of creating infinite energy and then, when all was quiet and still, touched the void, and where it touched, a scattering of immense energetic distortions and wave patterns resolved themselves into finite shapes that resembled galaxies, stars, nebula, and tiny minute atoms. I could see all because size was no matter. Galaxies looked like quarks looked like universes. Nothing was as infinite to me as everything taken in a cumulative summation that encompassed all the knowable and unknowable. And then, in roughly the time it took for me to feel this way, it was gone and I was a shell puttering around my room trying to find where I put my glass of water. Very strange. I would love to learn how DXM works on the neuropathways of the brain, because for a moment in my trip, I felt like I understood the possibility of God, which, for a complete atheist, is an amazing and incomprehensible step in reasoning.
