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Dimenhydrinate (Dramamine) -- First Time - Delerious

adifferentreality

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Dimenhydrinate

I'm sure many of you are aware that if you take enough dramamine you will trip HARD. I was eager to find out exactly what the experience was like for myself and luckily the local gas station had many many boxes of this interesting chemical. I purchased 24 pills and consumed them when I got back home. This was yesterday, now I will try to relate exactly what happened.

Eventually I noticed a heavy feeling in my limbs and I had a sensation of drunkeness when I moved my head. I was in a state of extreme apathy. It took an enormous amount of effort to reach for my glass of water, so I sat there for what seemed like days with the worst cottonmouth imaginable. Eventually I was able to sit up enough to reach the glass and drink from it. I immediately felt energized, more than I have ever been on any amphetamine like drug. I had intuitive knowledge that I could jump 100 feet into the air with no problem. I got up to re-fill my glass of water and then headed downstairs.

I stared out the window at an american flag blowing in the wind only to realize that none of the trees were swaying with it. I (somehow) got my glasses so that I could see the flag closer. It was obvious that the flag was moving on it's own. It would extend into a perfect square and then would ripple exactly as water ripples. I walked to the kitchen and checked the clock; 2:00am, about 2 hours after taking the pills. An hour passed with me pretty much wandering around the house staring at various objects that would wiggle and I noticed a ball on the kitchen table that would bounce itself whenever I looked at it.

I returned to my room and noticed a box of goldfish crackers that had not been there before. I, being extremely addled at this point, began to eat them. They tasted nothing at all like goldfish.. more like a cross between jello and something sand-like. I have no idea if I imagined these sensations or if I was really eating something. I sat in a chair and stared blankly at the reflection of what I thought was a stack of clothing only to see if morph into a translucent cat that proceeded to jump off the table and disappear. I was amazed at this in an extremely stupid manner. I realized that they were hallucinations but that realization would not stay with me long enough to register in my mind.

Every time I saw something odd happen it was a new discovery. A friend walked through my closed door and we talked inanely for a few minutes and decided to smoke some weed. I packed a bowl and took the first hit then handed it to him. He seemed angry for some reason and this disconcerted me enough that I was able to form a coherent thought that I actually understood(any thoughts that went through my mind were immediately forgotten). It occured to me that my friend was not actually here and that I was merely delirious from the dramamine.

I stumbled to the bathroom in an attempt to sober up. Our bathroom is tiled and I noticed the corners of the room were 'shivering', as if reality was breaking apart. I stood in the bathroom staring at the floor for some unknown time, absolutely captivated by what I thought were water bugs skimming along the surface of the lake(which was my floor). I looked closer(this involved no movement, my vision instantly had hawk like clarity) and noticed that they were actually ships built from the body and legs of spiders. The ships were inhabited by block like lego looking people. For some reason I had this rush of fear and I saw that under the ocean(lake/floor) there was a giant monster sleeping. The monster looked somewhat like a tornado with eyes swirling in it that appeared closed.

I backed out of the bathroom and as I was closing the door I saw the eyes open and blink at me. I knew this was a hallucination but the strange overwhelming feeling along with the extremely vivid hallucinations freaked me out and the next thing I knew I was sitting in my chair with my bowl in my hand feeling very very tired and very very paranoid.

The light in my room scared me but the prospect of darkness scared me even more. There were dust motes or bugs all over my room, flying around. I kept telling myself that none of it was real and this seemed to calm me down. I smoked some(more?) weed and everything seemed alright except for the alien feeling that I learned to finally just tolerate. All throughout the night things would appear just long enough for me to realize they were there and would disappear. I can't recall much more and eventually fell asleep. Interesting. Not fun.. at all. In fact, the dramamine seemed to suppress pleasure.

So, kids, if you try this, have a SOBER friend around to restrain you if you become delirious. The world still feels alien as I type this, though it is much less pronounced and only freaked me out when I first woke up. I won't tell you not to attempt it, but if you are considering trying this imagine the baseless fear of walking into a room utterly devoid of light. Magnify this feeling by one hundred and you have glimpsed the mind-state this drug puts you in. I can see how this trip could have been much worse than it was.

[Added paragraphs -Splatt]
 
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Incidentally, when I woke up this morning I watched a No Doubt video that seemed extremely psychedelic. It had the Gwen Stefani singing in a tunnel with spinning green things. Then she was in a white room with words that flowed 'towards' the screen. I am trying to figure out if any of that was real or just residual hallucination since I can't seem to remember the name of the song or any of the words. Does anyone know what video I am referring to and was what I was seeing real? It seems 'fake' somehow. Thanks.
 
Oh dear lord... I can't believe we got that detailed of a trip report about the shit... I will move it to the trip reports forum...
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Nice trip report, that sounds pretty bizarre. Don't think I'll be trying it unless I'm reeeeeaal desperate to get fucked up. Just drink some cough syrup next time
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I thought perhaps I would post an update in regards to my post-dramamine condition.
I went to work for a few hours today and it seemed as if I wasn't even there. I am still feeling odd, but it has taken on mystical properties. I feel as if I have been released from something. I realized that my idea of who I should be was the cause of my extreme shyness.. my life-long detachment from people. Whenever I was around people I always had this *feeling* that I should not talk. So I didn't. I am not going to say that this was universally consistent and that I merely refused to speak, that is not the case. I would talk to people but it was like I was forcing myself to speak, but then would feel uncomfortable when no one was talking. That feeling is what has restricted me for years. I have isolated myself and blamed it on society. I can't describe the feeling of utter profoundity that accompanied this realization. I have been considering the existence of a higher power and reincarnation without my usual skepticism. I talked to people at work without that vague feeling of discontent. It's as if my reality has become less important and I paradoxically feel as if I have been more immersed into it. I have let go of *myself* and I will be whoever I am. I find myself not caring what other people think, yet I feel this strange link between myself and every person I see. I feel like I have been re-formed somehow. I feel happier, content. I was attempting to describe these feelings to two of my co-workers but they responded in a typical 'he must be crazy' manner, or that is how I perceived their response. Either way, it did not matter to me and I told them anyway. I find myself wanting to regret it but the harsh logic that our lives are only important to ourselves and those we love struck hard. Why should I let a transient emotion like shame or hatred ruin what could be such a wonderful existence? I will be what I am. I feel so RIGHT. Open. Open Open Open.
ok. I feel mostly normal now. My vision is a bit blurry and my memory is not what it should be, but otherwise I am excellent.
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I have realized each of these things a thousand times under the influence of many different drugs but this seems the most real. Nothing has ever been so profound.. it's just incredible. I have felt a thousand times more euphoric and touched planes of existence that I doubt I will ever see again.. but no substance thus far has struck me dumb with pure logic. It is like I have been knocking on the doorway of happiness and it has finally been opened.
What the fuck. I have no desire to do any drug ever again. werpwehroiwehrwer.. we'll see how I am feeling tomorrow
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er.. upon reading this post I feel compelled to clarify that marijuana is not a drug but a companion for life. What I mean by 'desire' is that I no longer wish to drop 4 E's every weekend or wander around my room frantically looking for any sort of pill that will make me feel better. Life no longer seems like it will end tomorrow.. I will just ride it out.
[This message has been edited by adifferentreality (edited 29 November 2001).]
 
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