| DO NOT ATTEMPT EVER!!!!! | 1500mg DXM trip report| The best week of my life/turning into a hippie

This had happened I think on April 26th 2025 and some of my memories are hazy. However, I still thought it would be nice to share. I would also like to say that you should never do this even though I had a positive experience. Ever since I had this trip and trips before it my memory has gotten substantially worse, probably around half as good as it once was and my eyebrows are now an almost permanent addition to my peripheral vision. Anyways, enjoy. 

Also this was during my senior year where I was 18 years old

It was Friday at about 8-10pm and I was about to drink the first bottle. Went down smooth enough. Then once I had mustered up the courage about 30 minutes later, I drank the second one and then the third one a little while later, note at this point I barely felt a thing if anything at all so I decided I would try to drink the 4th bottle, the first of two swigs which didn’t go down easy. Me being naive and thinking I could drink all 5 bottles at once even though I almost just puked decided to take another sip and as soon as the cough syrup hit my tough I needed to puke so I swallowed the tiny drop in my mouth grabbed my puke bucket and tried my absolute hardest not to puke struggling and struggling I felt like riot police trying to contain a raid and thankfully I didn’t end up puking however I felt like shit and went into my bed for a small nap

I awoke around 1-2 in the morning. It’s hard to remember exactly what happened but I remember getting out of bed with my usual feelings. My vision was heavily impaired in a way I’ve only felt on dxm, having my peripheral vision be extremely blurry and almost wobbly while my centre vision was only slightly tampered with. My legs were also most likely wobbly however I don’t really remember if they did or not, although this was likely due to previous experience and it not being that notable. I then remembered my mission to drink the last 2 bottles and downed the final two, probably chasing them down with diet coke although I can barely remember drinking them.Thankfully however there was no puking. My next memory of the trip was me sitting on my bed thinking about my crush. For context we had been friends since the 5th grade when she started going to my school and she is Mexican with pretty strict parents. I.e, no substances, no social media besides youtube, tracking apps on her phone type of deal. She also has made it very clear that although she thinks I am funny she would never date me because I’m fat. While I was sitting on my bed, I remember thinking, “God, why don’t I just ask her out already” and I’m not sure if it was the substance but than I remember thinking, “Wait, when I go up to girls, they are scared of me, this is because I’m fat, so that I can become fit, I need to work out”

In our house there is a workout room my dad built to try and workout when he had time, it has a couple dumbbells, a treadmill and a bench press, so I turned on the treadmill and started walking. It was only at around 3-4mph but I 110% remember putting it on for 30 min exactly. At first it wasn’t too bad, I didn’t bring my phone or airpods in with me though, only my thoughts. The first 5-10 minutes were fairly unremarkable as I can barely remember anything from them, however sometime along the 30 minute journey I found out that if I closed my eyes I felt something strange. There were no closed eyed visuals except a little wisp, on top of that at this point walking was definitely strange but got even stranger when I closed my eyes. It felt like as I walked my rotation on the pitch axis changed and as I travelled the wisp slightly moved with each step going to the right and as my pitch changed it rotated. However, while my eyes were closed it became very hard to walk straight without walking too fast and stepping on the plastic front. I spent the rest of the walk trying to get the wisp to move as far as possible but the most I ever got was a small sort of futuristic S where it doesn’t curve back on itself. The final 10 minutes of the walk were also pretty bad. I kept myself focused though, trying to get the wisp to move and also think about how great it would be to be with my crush. During the whole walk I think the treadmills heart monitor peaked at around 120-140bpm however it was averaging 110bpm which did scare me a little bit but I remembered reading something about dxm being bad for the heart with oddly soothed me because I realized it was normal to have I high bpm on dxm. 

Upon finishing the walk I was drenched in sweat, it probably looked like that one scene in Ricky Staniky where he went sober for 3 days and pissed himself in an airport except for without the pee, so I decided to hop in the shower. The shower was mostly boring, from what I can remember, it was like a stoned shower where I would stand there realizing how high I was, however during the end of the shower I felt like I needed to shit. The odd thing though was unlike a normal Benylin squirt not much even came out of me, and it was quite strange. On the toilet is when I think the last 2 bottles of dxm hit me though because I started thinking about words. I was talking to myself in my brain (this is normal) however I felt I had forgotten what the words even meant. “Nobody. Nobody. What does it even mean? Oh ya, It’s when there isn’t any bodies! It’s when there's no-bodies. Yes!” Every time I remembered one of these words I would be filled with accomplishment. I did not do this for every word, just mostly composite ones. Eventually however I got off the toilet and went to my bedroom.

After this I remember going back to my room checking the time and seeing it was 4am. I then put on some tunes and hopped into bed, not to fall asleep but to dance. For the next around 3 hours I was in pure bliss writhing around in my bed listening to music. I remember during one of the more chill sections (all though I still was wriggling around like a worm) staring around at my popcorn-esk ceiling and seeing cartoon barbarians sorta like the clash-o-rama ones having a little village and moving around in my ceiling. At one point I remember sort of lunging near the end of my bed before flopping back onto my pillow, this I repeated for a little while before lying down and feeling like a switch just flipped in my brain from super happy party mode to boring stupid dxm zombtard mode and while I was still high and still having fun I knew the main high was over. At this point it was around 7am and I was sweating heavily from the “dancing.” I went and took a shower.

At this point the next thing I can remember was playing with my little brother who was 4 years old at the time sitting in the back of his little toy 4v gator pushing it around with my feet thinking it would be my leg exercise for the day. The rest of the day was uneventful though. That Sunday I completely forgot what happened. I genuinely have no recollection of the day but on the Monday me and our entire extended family went down to my grandma’s house. Here I kinda chilled and watched as my family talked about how Justin Trudeau was the saviour to mankind and Piere Poilievre was a fascist king hellbent on raping everyone in Canada then selling it off to Trump, or at least that's how they made it seem. I kept thinking in my head how stupid and annoying they were as it obviously wouldn’t matter what they voted for, because Toronto is the only thing that counts towards the election. Eventually this springed off into the start of what I believe to be an afterglow. In my head I had started thinking up, sort of as a joke, a conspiracy theory which I can barely remember which I ended up telling to my family as a joke almost. Eventually though I stopped embarrassing myself and went back to chilling in my chair until super where I ate a couple pork ribs and then we went home, where I then went to bed.

At this point it was Tuesday and I had school. I don’t really remember the morning however I remember getting up earlier than my alarm and strolling around upstairs just thinking a lot. I felt amazing though, without the dxm zombtard mode and now we were on to zen hippie moment. I was just pacing around upstairs just thinking and thinking about how everything works. I remember figuring out how everything in the universe had a purpose which is sort of like its soul, an encoded objective within each object and how each object has different amounts of i’s and how there are 2 types of i’s, physical i’s and mental i’s. Each object has the same amount of i’s, we are talking trillions^trillions amount of i’s each stored in the purpose, and the balance of i’s determines the object. For example, a tree’s purpose is to convert carbon into oxygen for animals, to do this it would have way more mental i’s than physical i’s, I also thought that this was the reason curtain plants have drugs in them like plants with dmt because of how high their mental i balance was. This balance also affects your personality as not every person, plant, animal or object has the exact same i balance, only very similar ones, humans of course being the closest to 50/50 in terms of i balance. On top of that, I felt like my afterglow was temporarily turning my physical i’s into mental i’s which is why I was so much more creative and talkative but also why I was conventionally stupider.

When I went to school it was still going with the whole, grasping the entire universe and how it works thing, and all I wanted to do was talk to someone about what I had realized. My first period back, me and my buddy Nic were in a group together and after getting his attention in the noisy classroom as he talked to other people I managed to get a bit about what I was thinking about out of my brain and into someone else’s. This was essentially what I did for the rest of the day, either talking about my insane universe theory or talking about the trip and what happened. My 2nd last class however was math and we had a particularly bad at managing a class teacher and for probably around ¾-half the class time was spent with the entire class of around 13-15 people (I can’t really remember) listening to the insane theory. That night after school I just thought and thought and thought. The next day I felt around the same but slightly less if that makes any sense. I didn’t feel as much bliss, serenity or creativity. After around a week the effects of the afterglow/zen hippie mode were gone and my perception on life has remained pretty much the same. I do look back on this memory fondly though even if it’s harder to because of it