My friend, Corky Buchek, and I decided to robotrip for the first time. I had previously experimented with a 250 mg trip, so I decided it was time for a fuller experience. I took almost 1.5 bottles of robocough, equivalent to about 600-650 mg DXM. Corky took 450 mg, after having taken 1.7 grams of phenibut HCl about 4 hours before the trip.
As young men of significant mass, (both of us weigh over 170 lbs.), a 450 mg dose would not usually lead to a 3rd plat experience. However, I have personally witnessed 5 people take 1-1.25 bottles of robocough, and in each case the tripper reached third plateau. Perhaps the concentrated formula is more readily absorbed. I would caution those experimenting with this specific formula to start slow.
8:00 pm
Corky took his bottle first. He uncorked, took a big pull, and drank all the grapey liquid in one chug. Nice going, Corky!
Then it was my turn. I had taken 50mg DPH to protect against roboitch. Even though I still had Spanish homework due by midnight, I chugged 1.5 bottles. I have never felt more motivated to do Spanish homework. I rushed to take my online quiz in espanol before I became incapacitated.
8:20 pm
Spanish homework done. Muy bien. I decided to take a cold shower to help protect against a histamine release. (I am pretty susceptible to histamine release. I even itch when I workout.) Corky was taking a dump in the stall nearby. “I can feel it kicking in.” I said, as the water running over me felt slightly duller, less distinct. “Stop with your placebo” replied Corky. I was briefly concerned that Corky would become incapacitated in shitting position. That was his problem though. I dried myself off with my chemistry lab coat. I had accidentally dropped my only towel on the public bathroom floor earlier that day.
8:40 pm
I began to feel ill. I meditated on why I was doing this, and what I wanted to learn. I felt very dizzy, tired, and a bit uncomfortable. I had to lie down and close my eyes. My body began to pulsate with uncomfortable heat. The waves of heat and pain got stronger and stronger, until I was very concerned. I focused on relaxing, but the pain continued to intensify over what must have been 30 seconds, but felt longer. However, I remembered a trip report I had read in which this sensation was alleviated by vomiting. I knew I had to puke, pulled trig, and vomited a very small amount of liquid into a trash can. Instantly I felt better. Corky was busy practicing his beer pong. “I’m the best I’ve ever been. I’ve hit ten shots in a row” beamed Corky.
9:00 pm
Corky puked
9:00-10:40
I didn’t check the time during this period. I was lying on my side, eyes closed. I felt I’d experience more if I lay on my back, but since this was my first time, I was still concerned about vomiting. The darkness behind my eyelids began to flash like a dim strobe light. I began to see a few indistinct faces in the darkness. I felt myself floating and moving around with the music coming through my earbuds. I floated into a grey, spinning room. The darkness became a red and green wall, intensely textured and physical, that felt impossibly close. “I love red and green! I love red and green!” I chanted. I opened my eyes, and was back in my sleepy, blurry room. I slurred out to my tripsitter that I wanted classical music. My eyes were too blurry to choose the right playlist on spotify. At some point, another friend came in and asked if I wanted a hit of weed. I nodded, and he put my vape in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, and waited for the music. Corky wouldn’t stop singing the same playboy carti song over and over. “I got money bags, imma bag your bitch” Corky sang… over and over.
As soon as the first violin played, I was entranced. I closed my eyes, put on my sleep mask, and laid on my back. I was in a black sea, floating in a green kayak. I floated my kayak into a cavernous empty space, fringed with flashes of green the same color as my boat. The violin reverberated within my endless world. Each note brought with it a wave of incredible, bodiless peace. I saw beauty within me, within my experience, and throughout my world. I wanted to talk to it, to tell it I appreciated its presence. “I love you!” I cried. “Shurmpf maa guh guh.” (I was mumbling and gurgling this whole time.) I remembered my body, reached up away from me, and swayed my arms to the vibration of this amazing place.
10:40-12:30
I was coming down. My body began to feel warm again. It had been trembling some during the come up and peak, but was calm now. I think I may have been shivering the whole time, because I had cooled my room down to prevent itching problems. I got up, and challenged Corky to a dance competition. I did my best version of “the wave”, and moved fluidly as long as I didn’t think about it. Corky hopped up, and I switched to my roboto dance. Corky began furiously air humping, with superhuman speed. Look at him go, that Corky. Robo-humping the night away. Our tripsitter saw our “worst dance competition ever,” and laughed so hard that she fell and slammed her head on a chair. She spent the next thirty minutes on the phone with urgent care, describing her possible concussion symptoms. She was fine. I went to get some water in my underwear and lab coat. I definitely looked insane. Corky and I both felt like we had been reborn, and drifted off to sleep.
7:00 am
I woke up naturally, earlier than normal. My body felt incredible. It was so warm, so comforting, and so present. My twenty dollar bed bath and beyond dorm sheets felt more luxurious than any fabric I’d ever touched. I write this report from chemistry class. I feel pretty slow, like I’m waking up from anesthesia. The morning light is beautiful, and I am happy.