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More recently, one user accidentally went beyond the fourth plateau and had a rather unpleasant (to say the least) experience:
"Now, and interesting experience to relate. several months ago, I accidentally took 3060mg of dxm, which at my weight then of 150lbs, translated to about a 46.6mg/Kg 9I believe) dose.
Now, I won't go into the details of how I managed to take this much, but in a nutshell, I took 1100mg and three hours later felt nothing, so I took another 900mg. Then, once it hit me, I somehow cleaned out the rest of my stash, for what reason, I don't know.
Anyway- for the first 6 hours following my first dose, I felt normal. Then, I experienced a normal high 2nd trip until the point when I took the remaining 1060mg. After that point, i recall the following things:
1. falling face down on the floor in my room.
2. wondering why my rug tasted like burned nylon, when it was cotton.
3. feeling myself float past the 3rd and even 4th plateaus, they were clearly defined for me, with differing emotions and feelings for each one. The last thing I remember before passing out was looking up and seeing a 5th plateau, which was very dark and most definitely not happy looking. Then darknss.
4. dropping in and out of consciousness for a period of 15 hours, while hearing the voice of what I thought to be some higher being telling me repeatedly "do not do this to me again"
Approximately 25 hours after the first ingestion, I woke up, for the first time realizing where I was and what I'd done. I crawled to the bathroom, and found I'd lost about 4lbs due to sweating, and was severely pale and shaky. I crawled back to my room, and found the floor absolutely soaked with sweat, which smelled like coricidin. I then passed out again, and woke up 6 hours later completely refreshed, but with a slight stomachache. I grabbed come chocolate milk and that gave me some energy back. Enough to reflect, at least. It was then that I counted the empty foil wrappers and learned what I'd done. I laid back and thought about this, and couldn't remember much, but did come to believe that the 'divine voice' I'd heard was nothing more than my brain screaming at me.
Since then, the trip has faded from my mind, but every time I look at coridicin, be it in a friend's hand, or in the store, I hear that voice again, and almost always puke instantly. As such, this dose is NOT recommended,and will probably prove fatal to someone not as lucky as I.