Jesus Christ, I don't know where to begin. Be assured this is not a hunk of fabrication. I was ingested a foolish amount and almost died. Perhaps I even have temporarily. What I witnissed was inexplicable truthfully. But I shall do everything in my capabilities to describe my trip. I WILL NEVER TOUCH A DELIRIANT/DISSOCIATIVE AGAIN. I don't know if this would constitute as enlightening or traumatizing. Regardless, I will make a report. There is no TL:DR, I apologize but I am absolutely incapable of summarizing this. Anyways, without further rambling.
I ingested 1000 mg of DPH, and 1200 mg of DXM roughly 3 days ago. Not too sensible I know, but at the time I was feeling some what incompetent, depressed, and reckless. Even then, it was still after large amounts of contemplation and indecision. I had 4 bottles of Robitussin coughgels and a few packets of Benadryl. I will relay the in trip in sequence until the "seperation" occured.
0:00 Gradually consumed above dosage over the span of 10-15 minutes. Was very rought on the esophagus. Washed down with water. Went into the living room and began watching "A Scanner Darkly". Relaxing on the couch anxious and anticipating the impending trip.
0:40 I began to feel significantly lethargic (Typical DPH onset) and cotton mouth set in. Slugged my way into the kitcken hearing faint beep noises. Grabbed a bottle of water and stumbled back. Sat down and it seemed as if my television screen was merely a window into another reality. As if the universe of the film were existent and accessible. Periheral vision hallucinations.
1:00 At this point I knew I bit more then I could chew. Markings on the wall expanded in size and transformed into large spiders and small humanoids, the characters in the film were speaking to me. I was barely grasping onto my sanity as the DXM onsetted. Then smaller bugs appeared and I wasn't capable of distinguishing them from my hallucinations and questioned if they were real.
1:30 I had retained no sanity at this point, the television was off however I was still viewing random, spontaneously altering images in the screen. I lied on my couch watching the bugs fight and crawl around thinking "Damn, I really need an exterminator." My vision was significantly blurred and DXM's effects were now coming to prominence. I watched stains on the carpet transform into 3-D animate figures engaging in random activities.
But this is all your usual DXM/DPH fare. Allow me to proceed onto what has perpetually changed my perspective on spirituality and higher planes of existence.
I was lying on my couch with the lights off and eyes closed. Hearing people conversing across the room although they were hardly intelligible. Then I began to hear what sounded like this audible, low frequency tone that was increasing in pitch. I attempted to move a slighty and I was in paralysis. Then the tome augmented in volume, now accompanied by what sounded like electricty. Insane, intricate geometric patterns danced across and dominated my visual field.
Suddenly, I regained some clarity. I spontaneously recollected taking some drugs and began to panic. "Have I overdosed!!?? Am I dying!!??" I tried to move again and something felt terrinbly wrong. I felt weightless and unstable. I turned only to seem the outline of my body in dim light. I was outside of my body. Then before I could react I felt from behind me the most MALIGNANT, DARK, presence imaginable and it was coming closer.
I became dysphoric and as I turned around these creatures were walking towards me. Tall fuckers, in what appeared to be be black hoods. No visible faces in the opening. Although what looked like firery red eyes became visible as they neared. I tried to scream get away but there was no response from these creatures. I received some sort of telapathic impression that they were laughing at me. They ahold of me and I began hearing the tone again, their long-bony fingers tingled. The geometric patterns returned and absolutely fluttered my visual field. I have never been so terrified in my life.
Was disturbs me even more was that at this point was NOT intoxicated/delirious. The moment I entered paralysis I regained my sanity. At the moment I recalled I had taken a substance and it seem it's effects subsided instantaniously. Anyways, was the psychedelic patterns faded I realized I was no longer in our world.
This was the most horrid, gloomy, disgusting place I had ever seen. The archetecture was alien, the ground purple, and simultaneously I was surrounded by these hooded beings. Although now I could see their faces. They resembled skeletons but they were not skeletons. They had flesh, but it was pale, their eyes were solid black, with pointy white noses protruding from their faces. They were all in synchronization murmuring some incomprehensible chant. Then I felt yet another presence manifest a few feet infront of me.
This was FAR worse then the feel emitted from the hooded beings. They all fell to their knees, in what appeared to be some form of corrupt worship. Then another one appeared in front of me. However, his clothing was entirely different. He was wearing what appeared to be a black duster/trenchcoat, with black boots, an ash wide-brimmed hat and a chained pocket watch dangling from his waistline. His stare instilled so much fear. If I had a solid body to tremble in I would. His aura was overbearing. It's only contents were loathing, death, and suffering.
A inhuman grin began to spread across his face. This was the most vile, vulgar, nefarious fucking thing I have ever felt/seen. There was NOTHING POSITIVE about this creature. He glided over to me and looked down. I could barely manage to stare back up as the sight of this thing was so imposing and frightening. I asked "What the hell is this!?". I heard a deep, dark malevolent voice in my head that replied. "We are the brotherhood of death. You can not evade us, we possess control." I was far to scared to say anything back. I then heard the voice again "We collect and harvest souls for bioelectrcity and sustenance."
In repsonse I shouted "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!" I felt immense sadness, anger, and fright. One of the hooded ones grabbed me from behind. I heard a voice shout "FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" I felt as if I were being tried for something horrific, that I had committed some terrible act. The Hatted figure spoke once more. Saying "I'll come for you, don't worry, I'll come for you." And then nothing. It's a like a blackout. I possess no recollection of the events that followed.
I awoke on my couch at precisely 8:41 am, pale, clammly, and sweating. I just rolled over, dumbfounded, perplexed and confused. I don't know if I were hallucinating or what. This was not delirium, I felt as lucid and sober as I do now. What did I undergo? Was that real? A dream? The fuck man. The fuck...
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