BitchSlap
Bluelighter
Ambien -- 50mgs / 12:00pm
Darvocet -- 200mg / 12:45pm
Marijuana -- Blunt / 1:30pm
Darvocet -- 200mgs / 1:30pm
11:30am:
I happen to come across a few Ambien's and decide I am going to take them at noon when I get off work. The house I was going to after work was right across the street, and I started getting anxious knowing I was going to trip in about 30 minutes. I was debating taking them now, knowing I' be off work bfore it hit.
12:00pm:
I decide to drop 4 ambien, while I wait to be told to go home.
12:45pm.
Uh-oh, I'm still at work. I start to get nervous because I am afraid I am going to be really fucked up at work around my boss. I take 2 darvocets to calm my nerves a bit. I'm still not feeling anything.
1:15pm:
I'm still at work, but havnt started tripping yet. My boss has let me know I'm getting off in 15 minutes. I obviously didnt learn my lesson about trusting the time-clock or my boss, because I decide to trop 2 more ambien, supposedly knowing Id be home in 15 minutes. That and I wasnt feeling anything but the darvocets. I thought I needed more than usual this time or something.
1:30:
I take the 2 ambiens, and 2 more Darvocets. Still, waiting to get off work. I slip out back for a toke. I took about 3 hits off of a small blunt I had rolled earlier and went back inside.
EVERYTHING WRITTEN BETWEEN THESE LINE ARE EITHER SPECULATIONS, HERESAY, OR GATHERED INFORMATION FROM INVESTIGATING THE SITUATION. i DONT REMEMBER THESE THINGS HAPPENING, THEREFORE TIMES ARE NOT LISTED.
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Apparantly I never got off work till 4:30pm. (Thats when my time card said I clocked out at). I dont remember being there after smoking the blunt, the weed must have realy kickstarted my ambien trip. My boss is freaked out by me and tells my mother-in-law who I work with that I had to have taken soemthing. She said my jaw was chattering and I just didnt know where the hell I was. She was in tears. My mother-in-law is cool, she knows about my drug use, she is a pothead, and her sons are the ones who got me to party with them. She doesnt care, but was mad I was fucked up at work. Of course I denied it, and told her my adderall makes my jaw clench and shake sometimes. She bought it.
Anyways, I must have drove my car home from work and somehow got in a wreck, just by crossing the street and driving less than a block. Unless I went somewhere and didnt know, but I dont think I did becaue my time-card said I left at 4:30pm and my mother-in-law said I was home by 4:45pm. I didnt even know I had wrecked it untill my husband asked me around 8pm that night what the fuck happened to the car. I got yelled at and I think thats what brought me out of my blackout.
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8:30PM:
I am trying to bring myself out of this druggy drunken stupor so I can think of an excuse to give him of why its wrecked. I couldn't remember, and it was then I realized that time from 130Pm till now was lost in time, and that it had to be a substance related accident. I told him I had backed into something that morning before work and was late so I didnt call and tell him, I was ina hurry. Then I told him after working hard all day it had slipped my mind and I forgot to mention it to him. He was pissed, but got over it.
9:00pm.
I dont feel fucked up as I usually do on Ambien, I usually feel euphoric, light, and floaty. With energy and creative ideas to get up and do something fun. Once I made a huge poster size collage of magazine clippings containing body parts like eyes, noses, and mouths. Don't now what it meant or why I did it but it was so much fun, and at the time it totally made sense. I have never had visuals on Ambien before.
But this time or at least by this time I am sure all euphoric feelings and energy were gone, and maybe the visuals I was seing now for the first time were an after effect. One that maybe I usually dont stay up long enough for to see.
VISUAL DETAILS
9:00pm:
I am in the living room watching TV and look up at the wall across the room. Above the curtains covering the sliding glass door are 3 square-shaped objects that I wasnt sure if they were clocks or picture frames. I decided they looked more like clocks, with tiny pictures on them. (they were actually picture frames I found out the next day).
The first "clock" had a picture of a boy getting water out of a well and handing the bucket over to a little girl who was pouring it into a huge basin. The more I stared the more I actaully noticed it was a moving clock. The little boy was actively drawing water from the well and I was watching him pass it back and forth to the little girl. In my mind this wasnt something strange, I even asked the clock if it was fucking with me, from which the clock responded as it grew eyes and lips looking at me, "No, this is all real, come take a closer look."
The other picture frames that I thought were talking, moving clocks were the same. I dont remember what pictures I was seeing, but they were all moving and talking to me. I get up and stand about 3 feet away from them to look at them more closely. Yup, still doing the same shit. It must be real. I mention to my husband, stupidly, that those clocks are freakin me out and talking to me. Like that doesnt give away the fact that I'm fucked up. I quickly play it off as a humorous joke and tell him I am way too tired from work, and am going to bed.
10:00pm:
I get into bed and turn the tv on and I catch something out of the corner of my eye. I look over to the bench beside me and see a pile of clothes. I know they are clothes becaues I put them there. But the way they were piled looked exactly like a little girl kneeling with her hand clasped in prayer, her head laying face down on top of her hands. She was wearing baggy PJ's with a grey hoody sweatshirt, the cap pulled over her head.
As soon as the thoughts came into my head of what it appeared to be to me, the "little girl" figure lifted its head and turned it towards me and smiled. She looked like some kind of alien, closely resembling E.T. She started trying to speak moving her mouth but with no words coming out. I felt as if she was trying to tell me not to be afraid that it was just the Ambien making me see these things. I felt very peacefull so I didnt want to bother her anymore and I turned to watch tv. I coulnt help but look back at her. By this time she had put her head back down. I thought to myself, " I wonder if I really just saw an alien girl praying and talking to me." As soon as I thought those words she lifted her head again and looked at me with no expression. Then she smile a huge smile from ear to ear, and gave me a little wink.
I was a bit freaked out by her last move. Her expression-less alien face reminded me of the freakishly dull epxression on the scary little girl in The Ring. I was sober enough to realize I was just tripping, but knew I wouldnt be able to go to sleep knowing she was going to be right there staring at me. I couldnt stop looking at her. So I got up and threw a blanket over her covering her whole body, or I should say I covered the pile of clothes. I laid back down and was instantly peacefull again, closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning think WTF was that and why wasnt I scared out of my mind. I also investigated the day before's prior events to come to a conclusion that I got so fucked up at work, freaked everybody out, left at 430pm, wrecked my car (I DONT KNOW HOW STILL), and still managed to be tripping my ass of for the remainder of the day and night.
DO NOT DO DRUGS AT WORK!
DONT USE AND DRIVE!
This was awhile back, and I cant beleive I was stupid enough to even take them knowing Id have to drive home. I havnt tooken Ambien since, but I might would if I had a sober person to watch over me and make sure I didnt go anywhere or take off being all stupid again. I'd like to know if the MJ made the visuals I had never seen before come alive. Also, if I tripped that hard 9 hours after taking them, I wonder what the fuck I was seeing from 130pm to 400pm at work. I can just imagine some of the visuals I must have been having at the peak. I wish I had a mind-recorder to help show me the things I forget I do when I'm really fucked up.
Needless to say, I am taking a long break from any drug, I have done everything extensively from acid and xtc all the way down to little things such as Xanax. Nothing has ever hit me so hard or been so strange yet peacefull than this Ambien trip.
I think it was a waking call for me to back off. I had gotten in a wreck that could have taken my life very easily by the looks of my car. I think the little girl was preaching to me since she was praying, probably saying a prayer for me, and because i didnt want to hear it -I couldnt hear what she was saying (being the reason perhaps that I saw her lips moving but no sound coming out). It definately made me think.
Thats about it, Sorry so long, but I felt you needed to see the details and my interpretation of this trip for you to understand how powerfull these tiny pills are.
Thanks for reading
-BitchSlap
Darvocet -- 200mg / 12:45pm
Marijuana -- Blunt / 1:30pm
Darvocet -- 200mgs / 1:30pm
11:30am:
I happen to come across a few Ambien's and decide I am going to take them at noon when I get off work. The house I was going to after work was right across the street, and I started getting anxious knowing I was going to trip in about 30 minutes. I was debating taking them now, knowing I' be off work bfore it hit.
12:00pm:
I decide to drop 4 ambien, while I wait to be told to go home.
12:45pm.
Uh-oh, I'm still at work. I start to get nervous because I am afraid I am going to be really fucked up at work around my boss. I take 2 darvocets to calm my nerves a bit. I'm still not feeling anything.
1:15pm:
I'm still at work, but havnt started tripping yet. My boss has let me know I'm getting off in 15 minutes. I obviously didnt learn my lesson about trusting the time-clock or my boss, because I decide to trop 2 more ambien, supposedly knowing Id be home in 15 minutes. That and I wasnt feeling anything but the darvocets. I thought I needed more than usual this time or something.
1:30:
I take the 2 ambiens, and 2 more Darvocets. Still, waiting to get off work. I slip out back for a toke. I took about 3 hits off of a small blunt I had rolled earlier and went back inside.
EVERYTHING WRITTEN BETWEEN THESE LINE ARE EITHER SPECULATIONS, HERESAY, OR GATHERED INFORMATION FROM INVESTIGATING THE SITUATION. i DONT REMEMBER THESE THINGS HAPPENING, THEREFORE TIMES ARE NOT LISTED.
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Apparantly I never got off work till 4:30pm. (Thats when my time card said I clocked out at). I dont remember being there after smoking the blunt, the weed must have realy kickstarted my ambien trip. My boss is freaked out by me and tells my mother-in-law who I work with that I had to have taken soemthing. She said my jaw was chattering and I just didnt know where the hell I was. She was in tears. My mother-in-law is cool, she knows about my drug use, she is a pothead, and her sons are the ones who got me to party with them. She doesnt care, but was mad I was fucked up at work. Of course I denied it, and told her my adderall makes my jaw clench and shake sometimes. She bought it.
Anyways, I must have drove my car home from work and somehow got in a wreck, just by crossing the street and driving less than a block. Unless I went somewhere and didnt know, but I dont think I did becaue my time-card said I left at 4:30pm and my mother-in-law said I was home by 4:45pm. I didnt even know I had wrecked it untill my husband asked me around 8pm that night what the fuck happened to the car. I got yelled at and I think thats what brought me out of my blackout.
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8:30PM:
I am trying to bring myself out of this druggy drunken stupor so I can think of an excuse to give him of why its wrecked. I couldn't remember, and it was then I realized that time from 130Pm till now was lost in time, and that it had to be a substance related accident. I told him I had backed into something that morning before work and was late so I didnt call and tell him, I was ina hurry. Then I told him after working hard all day it had slipped my mind and I forgot to mention it to him. He was pissed, but got over it.
9:00pm.
I dont feel fucked up as I usually do on Ambien, I usually feel euphoric, light, and floaty. With energy and creative ideas to get up and do something fun. Once I made a huge poster size collage of magazine clippings containing body parts like eyes, noses, and mouths. Don't now what it meant or why I did it but it was so much fun, and at the time it totally made sense. I have never had visuals on Ambien before.
But this time or at least by this time I am sure all euphoric feelings and energy were gone, and maybe the visuals I was seing now for the first time were an after effect. One that maybe I usually dont stay up long enough for to see.
VISUAL DETAILS
9:00pm:
I am in the living room watching TV and look up at the wall across the room. Above the curtains covering the sliding glass door are 3 square-shaped objects that I wasnt sure if they were clocks or picture frames. I decided they looked more like clocks, with tiny pictures on them. (they were actually picture frames I found out the next day).
The first "clock" had a picture of a boy getting water out of a well and handing the bucket over to a little girl who was pouring it into a huge basin. The more I stared the more I actaully noticed it was a moving clock. The little boy was actively drawing water from the well and I was watching him pass it back and forth to the little girl. In my mind this wasnt something strange, I even asked the clock if it was fucking with me, from which the clock responded as it grew eyes and lips looking at me, "No, this is all real, come take a closer look."
The other picture frames that I thought were talking, moving clocks were the same. I dont remember what pictures I was seeing, but they were all moving and talking to me. I get up and stand about 3 feet away from them to look at them more closely. Yup, still doing the same shit. It must be real. I mention to my husband, stupidly, that those clocks are freakin me out and talking to me. Like that doesnt give away the fact that I'm fucked up. I quickly play it off as a humorous joke and tell him I am way too tired from work, and am going to bed.
10:00pm:
I get into bed and turn the tv on and I catch something out of the corner of my eye. I look over to the bench beside me and see a pile of clothes. I know they are clothes becaues I put them there. But the way they were piled looked exactly like a little girl kneeling with her hand clasped in prayer, her head laying face down on top of her hands. She was wearing baggy PJ's with a grey hoody sweatshirt, the cap pulled over her head.
As soon as the thoughts came into my head of what it appeared to be to me, the "little girl" figure lifted its head and turned it towards me and smiled. She looked like some kind of alien, closely resembling E.T. She started trying to speak moving her mouth but with no words coming out. I felt as if she was trying to tell me not to be afraid that it was just the Ambien making me see these things. I felt very peacefull so I didnt want to bother her anymore and I turned to watch tv. I coulnt help but look back at her. By this time she had put her head back down. I thought to myself, " I wonder if I really just saw an alien girl praying and talking to me." As soon as I thought those words she lifted her head again and looked at me with no expression. Then she smile a huge smile from ear to ear, and gave me a little wink.
I was a bit freaked out by her last move. Her expression-less alien face reminded me of the freakishly dull epxression on the scary little girl in The Ring. I was sober enough to realize I was just tripping, but knew I wouldnt be able to go to sleep knowing she was going to be right there staring at me. I couldnt stop looking at her. So I got up and threw a blanket over her covering her whole body, or I should say I covered the pile of clothes. I laid back down and was instantly peacefull again, closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning think WTF was that and why wasnt I scared out of my mind. I also investigated the day before's prior events to come to a conclusion that I got so fucked up at work, freaked everybody out, left at 430pm, wrecked my car (I DONT KNOW HOW STILL), and still managed to be tripping my ass of for the remainder of the day and night.
DO NOT DO DRUGS AT WORK!
DONT USE AND DRIVE!
This was awhile back, and I cant beleive I was stupid enough to even take them knowing Id have to drive home. I havnt tooken Ambien since, but I might would if I had a sober person to watch over me and make sure I didnt go anywhere or take off being all stupid again. I'd like to know if the MJ made the visuals I had never seen before come alive. Also, if I tripped that hard 9 hours after taking them, I wonder what the fuck I was seeing from 130pm to 400pm at work. I can just imagine some of the visuals I must have been having at the peak. I wish I had a mind-recorder to help show me the things I forget I do when I'm really fucked up.
Needless to say, I am taking a long break from any drug, I have done everything extensively from acid and xtc all the way down to little things such as Xanax. Nothing has ever hit me so hard or been so strange yet peacefull than this Ambien trip.
I think it was a waking call for me to back off. I had gotten in a wreck that could have taken my life very easily by the looks of my car. I think the little girl was preaching to me since she was praying, probably saying a prayer for me, and because i didnt want to hear it -I couldnt hear what she was saying (being the reason perhaps that I saw her lips moving but no sound coming out). It definately made me think.
Thats about it, Sorry so long, but I felt you needed to see the details and my interpretation of this trip for you to understand how powerfull these tiny pills are.
Thanks for reading
-BitchSlap
