Party Vibe

Okay, so i’ve robotripped only 3 times in the same week, and I had a bizarre experience. The max I ever did in those three days was 390 mg of straight DXM, and it wasn’t with Coricidin. I know that Coricidin is one of the worst choices to try robotripping because it has so many other elements that harm your body versus the DXM which is the tripping ingredient.

I suggest robotussin gelcaps. They’re red and usually 15 mg of just DXM, which is what made this trip very intense.

Even though I only took a total of between 20-26 pills each time i tripped, I’m pretty sure I reached a VERY high plateau and it wasn’t only about half the same of any of the descriptions of plateaus i’ve read online. I feel like no one really has ever been to this place or knows how to identify it? the closest I came up with was the DXM Stigma I read about, and that’s the closest thing I’ve found to similiar.

I was doing it with a very experienced robotripper (hes 26, im 18) and he took at least twice what i did most times. Even he said we were in a plane, or plateau, that he has been to before but has never been able to bring anyone there or have anyone be there with him. Its hard to explain, but one thing we believe now is that anything you do in addition to the dxm will be a catalyst of sorts. he and i had taken the stuff and it’d only been like and an hr and things hadn’t gotten crazy until we smoked a bowl together in the tent.
NOTE – we were full-time Occupiers so the environment itself is odd enough?

when we got out, everything was really odd to us. all the things around us were very weird and almost like everyone around us was TRIPPIN SAC and we were almost normal? we knew we werent but everyones behavior around was incredibly strange. people who were, in my sobriety, mentally not there were interacting with normal folks in such ways that it seemed they understood each other and it… its very hard to explain.

he and i had been dealing with a rough situation earlier that day with our friend that we traveled with, my boyfriend, his bestfriend, and we didn’t think we were going to ever get him back from it. he was in jail, long story.
so i remember we were in our tent at one point and he just up and suggested that we leave and continue traveling, without our friend. i told him no, our friend, we couldnt leave without finding out what was happening to him, but my friend persisted that we had to leave and he would understand.
everything seemed to stop around us, the bus on the street corner, all the sounds, everything seemed to hault and it was just the two of us talking.
something in his suggestion frightened me, because i’d known my friend was always jealous inside of my boyfriend for having a woman to be with every night and share our experiences with, so it made the trip turn even scarier.

i remember being on the verge of tears and asking, “you want to leave us dont you p****? you want to leave me and v*****?”
(note – the asterisks after p and v are the letters in their names, i prefer to have it remain semi-anonymous.)

he looked confused and said no first, then yes, and then was trying to tell me to get me out of the tent. i said no because he was scaring me. it was like i was having an epiphany id always had in the back of my mind when i was sober and it came out because we were possibly releasing inner thoughts/fears? he and i were potentially both letting out what our minds never would have admitted before.

it came to that point where i was crying, we were still sort of going back and fourth, and he kept telling me to leave the tent, and thats when i noticed what was going on around. everyone was staring at us, the whole world seemed to. people in their tents around, people on the sidewalks, everyone.

so i said, “p****, why is everyone looking at us..?” and thats how he knew we were both in that indescribable place because everyone seemed to stop and be looking at you. its way more then i can even explain, i feel like i might not be doing it right. but from there everything was just so scary for a while, it almost felt like a version of hell? but at the same time, it was really good because he and i bonded from it being so freaky, and its opened my eyes to so many possibilities and things about the world, trippin and not.

after a while the trip flip flopped between scary and good. but i guess the best thing i’ve come up with to explain it, is seeing all of your fears projected everywhere, and almost experiencing them, in a way not so obvious. he thinks that robotrippin is a way of time travel, if you think about it, have you ever robotripped for what is DEFINITELY, you know has GOT TO BE, more then a “few” hours and then look at the clock and see you took less then two hours ago? that happened to me during ^this trip and the other two as well.

both things im still unsure of but im looking for someone who could could give me some ideas? opinions? experience? this is not about being fucked up and seeing shit, most trippers these days think that way and its so stupid.

its altering your brain functions, yeah you can be “fucked up” from it, but if you take it as a doorway of exploration instead of a party experience, you’ll come to the same places i and many people. now think about it, ive only robotripped 3 times, each time i felt it, and each time i was in a different plane. he said he was surprised because most of the time people are disappointed by their first experiences with dxm, and even people with the same amount of usage as him have not been to the same place.

sorry, this is very long, i’ve just been trying to think about this for the last month and havent found anyone i can talk to about this in depth or in a way that they’ll understand. i’d love to hear your thoughts!

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