A usenet poster's third plateau experience
Last night around 10:00 pm EST I drank one bottle (238 ml, 3 ml
dxm/tsp) of Brooks Tussin Maximum Strength Cough on a full
stomach...I'm only 130 lbs...
It was between 1 1/2 and 2 hours before I felt the first
effects..general giddiness and trouble keeping my balance. My skin
started to itch (this often happens to me on DXM...I don't think it's
allergic since antihistamines don't have any affect...does this happen
to anyone else?) and my scalp felt like it was tightening/growing
smaller...I started to lose feeling in my face and extremities.
I was listening to music (Porno for Pyros...I don't like them but for
some reason they seemed to fit the trip perfectly) and felt inclined
to dance. I kept tripping over stuff in my room so I decided to take
my stereo out onto the deck where there was more open space and I
could dance under the stars.
I don't have a boombox...I have a component system. Don't ask me HOW I
managed to get my reliever, CD player, and two LARGE speakers out onto
the deck, hooked up, and working, but somehow I did. I also brought
out my lava lamp and put it on a table out on the deck.
Bouncing around on the deck was magic...I could hardly keep my balance
(partly because I was dizzy, partly because I couldn't feel anything
below my hips) but it didn't matter. I looked up and was amazed by the
stars...the trees...(I live in a very rural area)
I would have no idea how long I danced except that I remember the CD
repeated twice, so probably around 1 1/2 hours. In the back of my head
I was a little worried I would dehydrate, but I never actively did
anything about it.
While I was dancing, around 12:45 I think, my mom, an old collage
friend of hers, and my younger sister arrived back home from a play
they were at. They looked up and saw my dancing wildly on the deck
with a lava lamp and music playing; I called down "I'm a star dancer
and I'm having a star dancer party" by means of an explanation...my
mom came and danced with me for a few minutes. She used to be a hippie
and she certainly knew the score. My sister stood at the door and I
couldn't recognize her...I had absolutely no idea who she was until I
got within 1 foot of her.
I was still about an hour away from my peak, and the trip was
constantly getting stronger. Eventually I couldn't balance anymore and
sat down on a deck chair. I closed my eyes, and tried to conjure up
some CEVs...I wasn't sure if the dose would be enough, but I figured
it was worth a try.
The lava lamp generated constantly changing color patterns on the
inside of my eyelids, and I could very clearly see the inside of my
eyelids swirling around (this reminded my VERY strongly of the
churning effect of the water in Quake). I felt like I was in a room
spinning very fast. My mom came out to ask my to please turn the music
down since I was blaring it and my sister wanted to go to sleep...I
could hear her but could hardly understand her words...I got the
general gist of it and staggered over to my stereo to turn the volume
down...it was like trying to stand in a NYC subway without holding on
to anything, only 1,000 times harder.
I went back to the chair and sat outside a little longer, but I
started shivering uncontrollably. I don't think I was cold; it was
probably 65 or 70 degrees out, but I decided to go inside anyway.
Leaving my stereo playing and my lava lamp on, I stumbled inside to my
room and lay down in my bed. The process of getting from my door to my
bed pretty much involved lunging for my bedspread and grabbing on to
it and pulling myself up...I was having some real trouble balancing.
I lay in my bed watching patterns form on the inside of my eyelids...I
was full of energy though and felt like doing something (weird!
Usually I just want to veg out on DXM) so I got up and tried using my
computer. It was totally incomprehensible to me...My eyes were
pointing in two totally different directions at once and I was unable
to make out ANYTHING on the screen. Somehow I managed to open
Photoshop and started playing around (I attached the image I made). I
also ran AOL and went into a chat room and started talking to people
(typing was easy since I touch type and didn't need my eyes for that).
I generally feel online chat is a waste of time but whenever I trip
(or get high, or whatever) without a friend around I get really lonely
and was longing for some sort of "human" interaction. I still hadn't
When AOL totally ceased to make sense to be I shut down my computer, a
task which took a huge amount of time since I really couldn't remember
how to do it and I couldn't see the screen either. Finally I managed,
and I lay back down in my bed.
I was now reaching the peak of my trip. I felt as though I was
traveling through galaxies at warp speed. I knew my body was there but
it felt numb, like it had been pumped full of anesthetic. I rolled
around in bed and noticed my belt buckle was digging into my skin...I
must have spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how to take my belt
off. I spoke a few experimental words and the voice wasn't mine...it
was like it was coming from far, far away. I reached out and batted at
my clock radio until I finally turned it on...music was too intense
though so I shut it off again. I just closed my eyes and listened to
random sounds which kept popping into my head and felt totally
detached from everything, my mind was there and I wasn't sure about
At this point my trip started to get the slightest bit unpleasant; not
because I was panicking or anything but because I would lie in bed and
travel through my mind for what literally felt like hours; I would
then look over at my clock and, with much squinting; make out that
only one or two minutes had passed. I realized that if my trip was
going to last for several more hours it would feel like decades to me,
and I just wasn't sure if I could handle it that long. I figured I'd
try and think of it as a positive thing..."wow...what a cool trip and
it's really excellent that it's lasting a long time so I can enjoy
it"...not necessarily because I believed this but because I didn't
want to make myself panic.
I stumbled to my bathrooms in a totally unreal way to take a
multivitamin in the hope it would help bring me down (of course it
didn't). The walk was incredible. It was more like telekinesis. I
didn't really experience the traveling, just being in the bathroom and
then being in my room again. I lay in my bed embarking on
intergalactic travels in my mind, every few hours looking at the clock
to discover not even a minute had passed. I kept trying to sleep but
always gave up since my mind was just to busy...sometime after 4:20 am
(I remember noticing that time for obvious reasons), I fell asleep and
woke up again at 6. My mind felt, to me, much more normal, although my
eyes were EXTREMELY sluggish to focus on anything and when I walked I
had a terrible time keeping my balance. It was more like I was sober
in an "unsober" body, though. My thought patterns made much more sense
to me, although I *did* sit in my bed for roughly one hour babbling in
several different female voices with English accents, using an orange
cone I had in my room as a megaphone. I got up and shakily brought my
stereo and lava lamp inside, lay in bed listening to the radio for a
little while, ate a slice of cold pizza, then fell back asleep around
At noon I awoke good as new feeling on top of the world.
©1998 The Third Plateau
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