9:27-930 took 20 pills, breaking each in my mouth. incredibly bitter aftertaste

9:59 bitter after taste is just more like "plastic butter" but still present,

10:08 something slight seems to be happening in my stomach, maybe that pizza is why it is taking a bit to kick in

10:11 my lower body has been sweating a lot

10:29 my stomach is doing some things

10:45 basically normal maybe slightly heavy feeling

10:57 have had a slight head feeling for a while, could be from something like sleep deprivation tho

11:12 my pants are moving a little could be placebo

11:26 took another 40 pills, broke in mouth more thoroughly. that taste

11:51 i feel weird like stuff is breathing harder to typeo

11:58 i feel weird. a little disorientied i thnk this may just be dose one kicking in. what am i in for

12:00 whoa i feel woo spinny pissing. cant focus

dont feel like i am in goood control of my limbs what will happen in a few hours..?

12:08 feel a lirrle sick

12:13y eyea fobt communicate time is slooww itchy sick eveuthing is the slew effect can thnk straighht moving os fun.

[all below was written in the morning]

at 12:13 things started getting strange. My eyes can't communicate with each other and i cannot focus with both open. I start to feel my head itching. after itching it with both hands, i lose track of my phone. moving my head felt very strange, like the world had been flattened and moving my head skewed it. moving my arms was also incredibly weird

when i moved my head a little later when visuals had developed, i saw an abstract face that stayed in place with my vision while all of the messy, collage like patterns beneath it shifted. it was like my vision was a glass plate, moving over magazine cutouts, with the cutouts that represented my head glued to the glass.

At around this point, time stopped making very much sense at all and i started feeling very disoriented. I was nauseous and kept leaning over my trash bin and burping. after a few instances of that, I finally threw up. i couldn't tell for sure if it was multiple times or i was just going through a loop, but i think it happened at least twice.

My memory was faltering a little and I asked my brother if I threw up. I kept on complaining about not being able to find my phone (which I hadn't been able to use for a while) and he put it in my hand so i could try and check the time. This all happened before 1:00 AM

My brother ran to the bathroom here, just as my memory was beginning to really deteriorate. I kept asking what time it was and if i threw up. It seemed like the longer I waited to ask a question I wanted to ask, the less time had passed in reality.

The visuals really set in as my memory worsened. I had the sense of each movement i made continuing forever after I had made it, making a whooshing sound. I lost track of my body, and instead if registering it's existence properly, i saw it for a while as what looked like a fragmented blue mask and hands in the bottom left corner of a sea of patterns. Other times, i nearly lost complete track of it and could only imagine the way I was positioned, instead of directly feeling it. because of this, I had to navigate my surroundings by touch.

i would enter a loop where I would become aware of the room, figure out what was happening, and lose all grasp on things once again, only to repeat the loop. apparently I was "rolling around like a toddler" during this time and wasn't collected enough to speak.

around 2:00 my time loop, which I later called "The infinite incarnations of the accordion universe" continued.

usually the world looked completely flat and distorted like a skewed image and unfolding like an accordion. the entire trip, everything felt dirty.

As I reached what I consider the peak of my experience, I had a complete dissociative moment. The room lost all normal color and became distorted. I was a consciousness looking at the room from outside myself with completely no memory of my past. Only the present moment existed, and I was completely divorced from it, looking at myself objectively. I had a sense of my previous reality being an illusory paper husk of a larger reality.

As I regained lucidity, the distortions changed appearance and I was able to talk. In one instance, I could't distinguish myself from the room and my vision was made up of large round-cornered squares that changed shape as i moved.

I started to try and piece together what was happening as well as talk to my brother. I asked several times if I was on drugs. As I began to remember what the situation was, I still really struggled with why I had even taken drugs.

I felt the need to prove to my brother that I was thinking clearly. I did this by talking about what dose I took and what symptoms I was experiencing. My brother said I was trying to use terminology but couldn't handle any word with more than 3 syllables and said things like "my perception of the verm" Speaking felt like the words were being cranked out and just falling from my mouth. I described words as "beads on a string"

During this time, i was still experiencing the accordion universe, with each subsequent appearance of the room looking less abstract. Due to this increasing normalness, i thought each time that the trip was ending and i said as much three times. In one occurrence, the room looked greyscale and pixelated. Another, everything was similarly pixelated but black and warped. when I said everything was black, my brother shined a light on me. after a few more iterations of the room, my hallucinations changed character

I suddenly lost a lot of the relative clarity I had earlier and became heavily disoriented. I remember labeling my disorientation as "delirious" and being confused because DXM is a dissociative.

I didn't really want to go back to not being able to think so I asked my brother to keep talking to me to keep me grounded. However, he took this to mean "please ramble meaninglessly" which wasn't nearly as helpful, but also not terrible because I was able to focus on the square waterfall that his words created until I told him to shut up because it was too overwhelming.

By now, the most mind-fucking part of the trip had passed. My mind kept drifting downwards in squares like the word waterfall from earlier. Another effect I noticed was rolling around on my bed seemed to turn a portion of my body into cubes, and rolling the other way turned them into smaller cubes. Once everything had settled to this level, I was able to turn onto my side and I quickly fell asleep