Everything started when my friend and me decided to get messed up. Of course drug of choice was DXM. I’ve used it before. Three days before this trip I had 354mg and it was pleasant and enjoyable experience. Second time I decoded to take twice as much (708mg). So we went to store SWIM bought 3 packs of CCC’s (even after my stories that it’s very bad for you). I bought 2 bottles of Robitussium Maximum Strength. I downed one bottle at 9pm (I also had a beer before). Afterwards me and I smoked pot and went to the Hannaford. I also messed up with a car doing 360’s, 90’s sharp turns and stuff like that. When we came home it was about 10:30 and I didn’t notice any effects so I downed the second bottle of DMX So we watched some odd movie about killers and at about 11pm I felt like my body was moving sideways even when I sat still. It soon disappeared and I decided that I didn’t have enough stuff. So I took about 10 or twelve CCC’s. All of a sudden I felt indescribable feeling in my head like somebody was squeezing it with the pliers. I lost control of time and might blacked out. When I tried to think I couldn’t. When I tried to speak I had trouble communicating with SWIM (he was fucked up as well). When I tried to walk my legs felt like thousand tons and I walked like zombie. I had to support myself by leaning on the walls. I tried to drink water but it was impossible. When I managed to back to the living room I started to hallucinate. The vacuum cleaner standing near the recliner appeared to be a small girl, trying to kill me. All so the sudden room was full of people, my friends and strangers. I told them to go away. They didn’t. That’s when I became pissed off. I became furious. I started to punch sofa I was sitting on. I screamed. It felt like my soul was escaping my body. Like it was ripping me apart. My buddy tried to calm me down, but he had little success because he also couldn’t move. I had a feeling that I was dying. I didn’t care at that time. I thought that my parent and friend will understand. I kept asking SWIM, where we will live or not. I wanted to call 911, but I was unable to do so. I started to walk towards kitchen to take the phone and call an ambulance, but halfway through I felt and couldn’t move. My body seemed paralyzed and I started trembling. That’s when I died, or at least thought so. I don’t remember much more, but somehow I managed to calm myself down (or may be I was too tired from strong mental experience) that I collapsed and felt asleep probably about 4am. I only slept until 6am, because SWIM’s dad woke me up by cooking something. I steel had trouble walking and was seeing double but at least I was thinking clearly. I did not vomit or have nausea but in the morning a had severely headache and upset stomach. I had a horrible trip and do not recommend DXM to anyone in large doses. I will stay from it for at least a month and might try DXM again. I had a bad trip due to my inexperience with drugs at high doses, so I did not know what to except and how to take it so I freaked out.I stayed at SWIM’s house until 11am and drove home partially impaired.