DOSE:	30 - 45 mg	oral	DXM	(liquid)
		oral	Alcohol - Beer/Wine
	25 mg	oral	Pharms - Losartan

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

“It is January 15, 2025, and I’m recording my DXM experience over two weeks later because I didn’t believe words would capture this experience.”

I’m recording an experience over two weeks later. Strangely, despite fastidious recording of my life’s significant events I failed to record this experience. Since the encounter in the dream was unlike anything I’d ever experienced I had no words for it at the time. And since it was beyond everything I have ever experienced it seemed impossible to capture with words. Also, it seemed profane to assign the experience to mere words. But, what the fuck, some of the best words are profane.

Before I attempt to recollect an unspeakable phenomenon I need to state that in no way, do I suggest that taking DXM for thrills is something we should or should not be doing. As one wise sage remarked, “Ain’t nobody’s business if you do.” The state of mind of others not knowing our state of mind is known as Cognitive Liberty (Richard Glen Boire).

I’ve had various psychedelic-ish experiences, but my experience on the early morning of December 25, 2024, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I had a persistent cough, so to sleep better, I drank three swigs around 10 PM of Dextromethorphan HBr non-drowsy cough suppressant, 15 mg in each 5 mL tsp. The recommended dosage is 2 teaspoons every 6 to 8 hours. Although I didn’t read the dosage, three small swigs seemed about right. I wasn’t going for psychic effects, it was for my cough to help me sleep. Ahh, to sleep, perchance to dream. If you’re into dreams check out the book, Dream Yoga - Illuminating Your Life Through Lucid Dreaming and the Tibetan Yogas of Sleep by Andrew Holecek from Sounds True.

I later learned the stuff had expired (2/2015) so it was close to 10 years past its shelve life. Is the Dextromethorphan HBr molecule stable? If not, what does it transform into when it sits for ten years?

I would also have had a small glass of wine, along with a Losartan tablet (25 mg) for controlling blood pressure. It supposedly prevents a stroke and/or organ failure, and it minimizes the chances of brain curdling (results may vary) or delaying some agonizing early death. I have a new awareness of my heart and sometimes sit quietly feeling it beat. Slow, intentional breathing seems to help calm it, as well as avoiding certain people, activities, ideas, etc. My heart problem is evidently in my head.

Anyway, sometime in the early hours of Christmas morning I woke from a dream in which I had an oddest encounter. Oddest, except for when I was an adolescent, two griffins, male and female perhaps, were sitting in an ancient Greek landscape with fallen Greek temples as far as I could see, and the male griffin let me ride on his back to check out the landscape. That was my only encounter with those mythical creatures which I had been unaware of before they appeared in my dream.

But in this Dextromethorphan HBr-induced dream, either I was the thing itself, or I was in the presence of a none entity that was all-knowing. The Anomalous Awareness had no intent or purpose except as all-knowing awareness. And that awareness was expressed by my vocalizing out loud (or in my dream?) three syllables that captured what seemed to be that awareness. My vocalization of the three syllables was the meaning of all that is, or all that I believed all that is to be, whatever all that is, is.

There was no sense of an entity, there was certainly no sense that this was “God”. There was no thought, no feeling, only pure, all-encompassing all-knowing awareness. There were no limitations, it was as if its presence was all that is, and nothing else was. There was no place and no present, past, or future, only infinite presence. It was the presence of absolute awareness.

Upon waking, I tried to verbalize the three syllables that were an integral part of the dream, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand what I was saying, I was merely repeating as best as I could whatever I was saying in the dream[?]. The phrase had no meaning, except that my vocalization revealed and expressed all that is. An alternate reality mantra, perhaps?

Imagine a fractal was expressing its essence to you, it would be something like that. The experience of encountering that infinite awareness was awesome beyond measure. The “encounter” was more real than this and persisted into my Waking Life (a great movie BTW). But I had no existence in this dream (an out-of-body experience?).

A dull, disinterested, mildly dissociative state continued for most of that next morning until it dissipated early midday. With no after-effects except relief that I had rejoined my familiar world.

This was an experience I wouldn’t choose again. Am I ready to re-encounter that awareness? Would it remember me and if it did, what might it be to me the next time? Where might it take me and what if it takes me beyond all I’ve ever known, even beyond that dream? What if that dream state were merely a point of departure awaiting my getting on board: “So you’re here again, are you ready to explore?” I don’t think I could handle where that would take me.

I wouldn’t go looking for something as unknowable and inexpressible as this again. “Leave it alone” was my thought the next day. Yet I’m curious, since the experience was beyond my conscious mind, what would another step there allow? Perhaps a voyage to some numinous place like “Nada Himalaya by Deuter: Tibetan Singing Bowls FULL ALBUM”.
Let your ears see what your eyes can’t hear:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpsIwD609Sk&ab_channel=NewEarthRecords

ADDENDUM - SEVEN MONTHS LATER

It is now August 3rd, and I’m still trying to express this experience with words.

I had a cough around 10 PM on December 24th and found an old bottle of cough syrup (Dextromethorphan 15 mg in each 5 mL tsp), which I later found was ten years expired. I didn’t check the label for the proper dosage, three swigs just seemed right for a cough. For this report, I measured the volume of my swig to be 2-3 teaspoons. The label says 2 teaspoons every 6 to 8 hours, so I had 3 to 4 times the dose for my 8 hours of sleep when I woke around 6 AM.

I also had a small glass of Chardonnay, as is my nightly habit, and a 25mg Losartan tablet. Losartan increased alcohol’s intoxicating effect, which is why I had a small glass. Perhaps it also increased the effects of the DXM. I was taking Losartan for high blood pressure resulting from a year of psychological abuse from my narcissistic apartment manager. So trauma may have been a contributing factor to this experience. I’ve since moved to a different apartment facility, and my blood pressure is in the normal range.

My experience after 3 swigs of cough syrup and having an encounter with an awareness during sleep may have been a dream. If it was a dream, it was a unique dream space from any of my 67 years of dreams. This dream (if that’s what it was) had no story - it wasn’t about me, it had no events, no sense of place, no present, no past, no future. I didn’t exist. I was only aware of it. And yet, there was no “I” to be aware of it. And to say it was an “it” is not true either.

There was no sense of an entity, and there was no sense that this was “God”. This infinite awareness was a presence without form, without intention or purpose. I (but there was no I) had an encounter with an all-knowing awareness that was more aware than the awareness I have when awake. That awareness had always been and always would be.

Realizing I was awake in my bed and the encounter had ended, I heard myself vocalizing three nonsense syllables that expressed whatever that is. This lasted briefly into my waking life, like a dream after I wake. A mildly dissociative state lasted for most of the morning and dissipated early midday with no after-effects, except relief that I had rejoined my familiar awareness. “Don’t go there” was my thought.

But what if, in a subsequent DXM-induced dream (if that’s what it was), I encounter that awareness again? If I could intentionally re-experience that awareness, it would exist beyond my dreams. I want to experience another encounter with that enigma.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 118797
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 67
Published: Mar 4, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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