It's long, I know, but bear with me. I had a bad trip for my first time, I realized it today, about a month after tripping. Me and my friend were walking around, bored, trying to get triple c's or shrooms, instead we got delsym, 5 small bottles, 1 1/2 each and 2 for our friend, instead we didn't meet up with him for awhile. I'm tiny for my age, 5'9 129 lbs, and I ended up drinking two full bottles, he did too, leaving one for our other friend. We were walking to a friends house and nothing was kicking in, not yet, just little auras around stuff, we got there and had to wait for awhile for people to get home from the bar, we walked over there and back to get them, i remember people asking me how wasted I was. I couldn't speak, my friend told them I was trippin on delsym. We walked back to the house, I was at my 2nd plateau trip, I was loving this. There we met up with dyl, he had some bud, so we smoked a joint,it calmed me down for a minute, I ended up holding my face in my hands, getting CEV. I looked up, some people were playing pool, someone had the back of a cue in my face so I walked over to the recliner and sat down for a few. At this point I was at the threshold, I was trippin balls. Somehow I ended up outside, I almost fell off the porch, I was fucked up outta my mind, it scared the shit out of me. This was my first time and I had 1068 mg, I was walking like I was completely wasted. I couldn't see straight and I hated it, when we got back inside, everyone was like "that guys wasted!" Some kids showed up, 16-17-18, around there, black thuggish looking guys, they started fucking with me telling me the cops were coming, I just started calling bullshit, they couldn't do shit, I had nothing on me. This kid Andy started staring at me, his friend was too, they were kinda worrying to see if I was okay. The guy that owned the house, well his sister and a few of her friends came by, at this point I was past 3rd plateau, I was fuckkkkked up. This is where it all went bad, they turned the tv on and started watching South Park, the episode where Kenny gets hit by the train and they videotape it for TV. Cartman's voice was all distorted, in a scary way, it sounded like someone covered it in static, really heavily, I got freaked out here, this just made me feel like I was dying. I don't even remember saying it but I said I felt like I was dying. The guys sister started flipping shit, so Dyl took me out back with my other friend, Dyl wasn't tripping at all, he was just blazed from the bud. I took a wicked piss, and the sister was still flipping shit, she was in the house yelling at my friend who went back in. We pretty much got kicked out and had to walk to my friends. We got there and my friends sister and her friend were still up. They were like our trip sitters, we looked reallly pale, in my friends sisters description I looked like a scared cat. John, my other friend, he had 3 bottles and by now he was tripping, he started crying practically, so he had like 1602 mg for his 4th time. He was as white as a piece of paper. I drank a glass of water and tried to relax, come down off it. I came down a little bit into a bad anxiety attack. I was still feeling realllllly shitty so I walked into the bathroom and made myself puke. After this Dyl chugged his one bottle, he took awhile, didn't as hardcore as we did cos he only had like 540 mg. John's sister took us upstairs, and had us sleep, this was around 6 am, we drank the stuff around 10 pm. We went to sleep while John was downstairs, puking. His sister brought him up to lay down, he couldn't sleep. I fell asleep and woke up later, still trippin and having my anxiety, I walked downstairs and sat there with him, dyl, and his sister, his mom and dad were up, they knew about it, this was like 10 am, they're cool about this stuff, not happy about it but not gonna call the cops. We had a big conversation, we had to drive Dyl home, when we got back John went to a recording studio to do his song, I came downstairs after waking up and told his sister and mom I was going to see a friend. So I walked to my friends house, he pulled out a bag of good mid weed, bud weighed 8.6 grams, we smoked a gravity bong or two, and then we drove up to his house, where we smoked a 6.8 gram blunt, and drank a beer or two, and smoked a few more bong packs. This was noon, and I was still trippin, so I got a ride back home with my dad, I left my car at my house because I knew I'd be getting fucked up. High as balls, and still trippin I rode back to the house, got home, went to my room, crashed for awhile, my cousin and aunt got here around 6 and were playing some games with my mom, so I came downstairs and sat around and laid my head in my hands for more time, really tired, and coming down. I got over my anxiety when I went to bed that night, woke up and was still burnt out, but I felt better. That night was the craziest night of my life. I'm considering going back to delsym this weekend, drinking only one of those bottles though.
but it was on more than most people ever take, which according to my weight was 4th plateau, i forgot half the night, i remember waking up thinking "holyfuck what the hell happened?"
the plateaus actually have very little to do with calculating your weight with dosage. its more to do with how hard you are tripping. ive been on 4th plateau. trust me the most you would have been able to do is shuffle slowly across the ground and if you would have to walk off a porch it would have felt you were falling off the earth. the first time i reached the 4th plateau i just watched cartoons for hours and when i had to use the bathroom i could barely walk. for some odd reason i made the decision to go outside. after what seemed like an hour walking down off my porch steps, i manged to shuffle a few feet before i decided to go back inside. my tolerance has gone up very high since then. that experience was before i joined hipforums. well actually i had been a member but i was inactive for a while because i completely forgot about this site but then stumbled back upon it. there have been other 4th plateau trips where ive managed to come on here and post, although i dont know how i did it because the words on the screen kept moving. i think i just trusted my instincts and hoped i was typing stuff that made sense. lmao.
Nice story, never done the drugs ur talkin about and i can only imagine the trip u had with that many mg of anything in ur system, keep us updated on the next trips u do, wanna hear more about em
