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Bluelighter
Drug: Ambien
Dose: 40mgs Oral
Weight: 140lbs
This is a hard to understand, or believe, type of story coming from one person's perception. So in order to make any sense of the crap about to come out of my mouth I will have to tell you what I experienced while I was intoxicated, and at the same time, tell you the real side that my friends witnessed.
MY STORY:
6:30PM- Me and 3 friends score some Ambien 10mgs and decide to trip at my house. Nothing was really discussed other than tolerance, I take Ambien often for a sleep-aid, my friends had never taken it at all. I pop 3 in my mouth, my friends pop 1 each.
7:30PM- I am feeling a little anxious, but no effects. I shrug it off as a tolerance issue, and pop another. My friends feel a little funny and decide that they won't take anymore.
8:00PM- I never notice feeling funny, but about this time my friends decide to watch a movie, giving up on anything spectacular that may have come from this drug. For some reason, I tell them I am going to my room, shutting the door, and not to bother me.
8:00PM - 3:00AM-
I walk into my room, somehow expecting without knowing, that I was going in for an interview about a job I knew nothing about. I see a huge mat in front of me, oval in shape. It's dark, and as soon as I shut the door only the slight shimmer of other people in the room appear from time to time. I notice 2 gnome, or fairy looking creatures to my left...they are cornered on the far edge of the mat on the floor. I have no idea why, but I knew they were hiding. I did not know what from, but I figured it meant I should hide too. They looked like they had been settled for some time so I hid behind them, thinking they knew the safest place to hide. As I lay behind them, their robes are blowing in the wind. It's at this time I realize this interview may not be an interview. I start asking questions, and telling them I have friends in the other room who may worry about me if I take too long.
Time goes on.
I look up and see what looks like someone driving whatever it is that I am hiding in. He reaches out to me and I put out my hand...sparkles of dust shimmer as I reach foward, it seems as though it is slowly floating from his fingertips to mine. Everything is blowing and swaying at this moment and I realuze there is a draft. As I look to my right I see a small hint of light, and at this time I realize I am in an ancient, stone-like temple with a cutout window over looking the conrete wheels...
This temple is made of concrete, and has 2 stone wheels that are churning as the room moves. Every now and then then doorway I entered into creaks open and I hear trumpets and battle cries. The door closes, and with each passing hour I am thinking I will never leave this place. The gnomes to my left never say a word.
The door keeps openening, with differenct musice and sounds every stop we make in this 2 wheeled, stone battle-machine. I hear guns firing, but I cannot see them.
About 3:00A< I hear my name called, and I know its my friends looking for me on the battledield. I cry out to them and let them know I am inside, and ok. I ask for help. Slowly light starts fading in, conciousness returns, and I shockingly find myself just inside my room...tripping balls. I look to my left for the gnomes for help, begging for some kind of sign that I'm not crazy. I see 2 piles of clothes clumped together, they are still waving in the wind, and I realize its just a visual. I look up for the driver, and its just a box of junk I have not unloaded from moving on my computer desk. I still have not figured out what the fairy dust was. I still see it time to time when I trip on Ambien. To my right I look to find my window, uncracked, with the porch light of my neihbors house shining.
My friends were watching Braveheart. They checked on me a few times and said I was sitting straight up and never moved positions. It wasnt till I cried for help that they turned the lights on and snapped me out of it.
I still don't understand it. I probably never will, but I do know that everytime I take ambien I now see that if I stare at something like a blanket or clothes it will grow a head that turns and looks at me, and its always moving as if a wind is blowing.
Is this normal?
Will this probably ever happen again?
Is scared the shit out of me.
Period.
Anyone else have any similar experiences with some whacked out shit that made you feel scared of yourself the next day?
Thanks for reading, any input is appreciated
Dose: 40mgs Oral
Weight: 140lbs
This is a hard to understand, or believe, type of story coming from one person's perception. So in order to make any sense of the crap about to come out of my mouth I will have to tell you what I experienced while I was intoxicated, and at the same time, tell you the real side that my friends witnessed.
MY STORY:
6:30PM- Me and 3 friends score some Ambien 10mgs and decide to trip at my house. Nothing was really discussed other than tolerance, I take Ambien often for a sleep-aid, my friends had never taken it at all. I pop 3 in my mouth, my friends pop 1 each.
7:30PM- I am feeling a little anxious, but no effects. I shrug it off as a tolerance issue, and pop another. My friends feel a little funny and decide that they won't take anymore.
8:00PM- I never notice feeling funny, but about this time my friends decide to watch a movie, giving up on anything spectacular that may have come from this drug. For some reason, I tell them I am going to my room, shutting the door, and not to bother me.
8:00PM - 3:00AM-
I walk into my room, somehow expecting without knowing, that I was going in for an interview about a job I knew nothing about. I see a huge mat in front of me, oval in shape. It's dark, and as soon as I shut the door only the slight shimmer of other people in the room appear from time to time. I notice 2 gnome, or fairy looking creatures to my left...they are cornered on the far edge of the mat on the floor. I have no idea why, but I knew they were hiding. I did not know what from, but I figured it meant I should hide too. They looked like they had been settled for some time so I hid behind them, thinking they knew the safest place to hide. As I lay behind them, their robes are blowing in the wind. It's at this time I realize this interview may not be an interview. I start asking questions, and telling them I have friends in the other room who may worry about me if I take too long.
Time goes on.
I look up and see what looks like someone driving whatever it is that I am hiding in. He reaches out to me and I put out my hand...sparkles of dust shimmer as I reach foward, it seems as though it is slowly floating from his fingertips to mine. Everything is blowing and swaying at this moment and I realuze there is a draft. As I look to my right I see a small hint of light, and at this time I realize I am in an ancient, stone-like temple with a cutout window over looking the conrete wheels...
This temple is made of concrete, and has 2 stone wheels that are churning as the room moves. Every now and then then doorway I entered into creaks open and I hear trumpets and battle cries. The door closes, and with each passing hour I am thinking I will never leave this place. The gnomes to my left never say a word.
The door keeps openening, with differenct musice and sounds every stop we make in this 2 wheeled, stone battle-machine. I hear guns firing, but I cannot see them.
About 3:00A< I hear my name called, and I know its my friends looking for me on the battledield. I cry out to them and let them know I am inside, and ok. I ask for help. Slowly light starts fading in, conciousness returns, and I shockingly find myself just inside my room...tripping balls. I look to my left for the gnomes for help, begging for some kind of sign that I'm not crazy. I see 2 piles of clothes clumped together, they are still waving in the wind, and I realize its just a visual. I look up for the driver, and its just a box of junk I have not unloaded from moving on my computer desk. I still have not figured out what the fairy dust was. I still see it time to time when I trip on Ambien. To my right I look to find my window, uncracked, with the porch light of my neihbors house shining.
My friends were watching Braveheart. They checked on me a few times and said I was sitting straight up and never moved positions. It wasnt till I cried for help that they turned the lights on and snapped me out of it.
I still don't understand it. I probably never will, but I do know that everytime I take ambien I now see that if I stare at something like a blanket or clothes it will grow a head that turns and looks at me, and its always moving as if a wind is blowing.
Is this normal?
Will this probably ever happen again?
Is scared the shit out of me.
Period.
Anyone else have any similar experiences with some whacked out shit that made you feel scared of yourself the next day?
Thanks for reading, any input is appreciated
