Dexhead
Bluelighter
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- Aug 3, 2006
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Once again, I was craving a trip to hell. Here I am, at Wal-Mart. A place that has everything. Be it bicycles or pharmaceuticals to trip off, they fuckin have it. I went to the cough medicine isle. Maybe a night with dex is in order. I searched for maximum strength. But no, wait. I fell asleep my last time with diphenhydramine on 600mg. shouldn’t tonight be about reclaiming that? I think so. I grabbed a box with 100 “Ultra tabs” of benadryl. 25mg of diphenhydramine in each. My friend and I walked around to another isle. I casually pocketed the small box and we headed out of Wal-Mart.
Later on I counted out 24 pills of benadryl. I wanted to trip off 600mg awake this time, rather than dosing up higher, when I had not actually seen 600mg yet. (I woke up after falling asleep shortly after taking 24 benadryl. I woke up tripping balls! Horrifying it was. I went to sleep normal, and woke up in hell). I popped those 3 at a time. This day being the day after kifing them from Wally world. I was with Petar and Ross.
Petar can be an asshole, whether it’s his Bulgarian heritage or he’s just an asshole, he was certainly in that mood today. Not long later it began to kick in. I remember thinking I could drive better than him, and I’m fucking intoxicated. He would turn around as he talked to me to make eye contact, not knowing his truck was veering over the double yellow. There were 3 close call accidents, 2 of which would have put me 6 feet under, as I was sitting in the back seat of his s-10. The back seat is a small seat crammed into the corner of the cab. Not the best setting for a trip, but there I was. He stopped at some auto store to look for new seat covers. I burnt a whole in his seat a few years earlier with a cigarette cherry. I was very drunken and confused. It felt as if all the employees knew I was benetrippin, and they were all staring at me. I was feeling very tired and uncomfortable standing up. We finally got out of there. It was really kicking in now. We came to a stoplight and I remember staring at the back of the guys head in front of us. His head spun 180 degrees and smiled at me. It spun impossibly, something only an owl could do. WHAT THE FUCK! DID YOU SEE THAT, THAT WAS FUCKING CRAZY? Ross- “O yea, 24 benedryl, you’re trippin out man, ha-ha.” The whole ride I had no idea where I was. I was in some vehicle. I figured it was Ross’s car. I realized it was Petar’s truck. My memory was out the window.
Now I told you Petar was a dickhole. I was close to peaking by now, and the fucker brings me to my house. I didn’t notice we were heading in the direction till we stopped and I got out. I had not even realized what was happening. I noticed that house over there, it looked familiar. I walked in. “Hey Bobby, you’re home already?” “Uhhh ya, nothing to do, I'm goin up stairs.” As I walked up the stairs I felt veryy fucked up indeed. I missed the doorknob when I reached for it. Laughing stupidly I managed to open my door and stumble inside my familiar room. I have spent many nights tripping balls in this room, and it was very comfortable to me. I turned on the pc and relaxed in my wooden chair. Only on dph can I relax in this piece of shit chair. My body seems to just lay back and give up to it. I talked to people on aim. I would forget who they were seconds after messaging them. It really didn’t matter, I just needed some sort of company. One to talk to as I began to peak. I needed someone to talk to about my visuals really. I stared at the wires hanging from my monitor. They formed into a snake and blew around in the open air. I thought of this as normal, none of it shocked me. I looked at my wall and noticed a skull stretch out of it. It was translucent as were the dozens of hands and fists protruding out of the wall simultaneously. Within a few minutes full life forms began to be in my room. Ghostlike humans. They were normal, but translucent. A particularly attractive woman sat on my table and lit a cigarette. Seconds later to my left a man tied his shoe on my bed. I was very satisfied. Full Blown hallucinations. I could tell these from reality though. Minutes later a pig leaped from out of nowhere and jumped under my bed. WHAT THE FUCK? HOW IN THE HELL? Have I become completely insane? How did I not notice this animal before? How could I not sense its stench and what the fuck was it doing here? I dove to the ground and looked for it under the bed. Knife in hand, I was going to stab this motherfucker. It was nowhere in sight. I sat back on the pc and told someone about it. At his point I had no idea who I was talking to. They told me I was just tripping and to relax. At his point I realized that, and hid the knife from myself. I could easily do this because I would forget what I thought and what happened literally 5 seconds after any of it occurred.
I heard a knock from my floor. Must be my dad I thought. He would do this, when the dog needed to go for a walk. I went downstairs and asked if they called me. They told me no. “O, I coulda swore you knocked for me,” I said very much slurred. They didn’t seem to understand what I said. I turned around as If I didn’t notice the confusion on their faces and ran back to my room. Minutes later they did actually call for me. I went down, took the dog out. I took the trail in the woods. The woods, now that would be excellent for an unsupervised psychonaut. I saw 3 people cutting down trees about 40 yards away. I said nothing, hoping they would not see me staggering along. I stared at them. There was an old lady sitting down in a lawn chair. What the fuck was she doing out here in the middle of the woods in a god damn lawn chair? This town seriously is full of retards. I walked along and heard them talking about who knows what. It sounded far away and I did not bother to try to understand their conversation. I saw others with a Bulldozer clearing out a newly made trail. After a while I turned around to go back home. I saw the lawn chair the old lady had been sitting in, but it was empty. I walked over to it to check it out. As I got closer I realized I was just staring a tree. OK? Hello, anyone there? Hello?? It was at this point I realized I was really tripping balls. There were no people, there was no bulldozer. It was me; all alone and trippin out. If anyone had been there they would have called the police on the crazed lunatic. But that crazed lunatic was me, venturing off to more obscure visions. I walked past my house without knowing. Somehow I found the next exit to the street. I knew this would get me to the place I wanted to go, wherever that may be. 2 hornets came flying by and darted right at me. What the fuck, I didn’t piss them off. Why attack me? I ran as fast as I could outta there, trying to get them off me as I waved at my chest. I realized this could not be possible. It was much too cold for there to be hornets. I found the street and walked toward the end of the road. In the distance I could see kids playing with a ball on the street. Better slow down, want no accidents I said. Wait, I’m walking, not driving.Why am I talking to myself? God damn you dex. You’ve ruined my mind with your visual ways. You’re god to me, had to give someone else a try today though. I have no want to get bored of you. I got nearer and nearer to the children. I thought this was just an old guy that lived by himself at this house. How is there kids? What? I got within feet now. I could hear their laughs and see their smiles. They were having fun. The children disappeared into the air. Wow, those were actual people I hallucinated. Ok, ok ok I get it. I walked myself back to my house.
Sometime later I was called down for dinner. I don’t remember what happened in-between that time. I started eating dinner, and saw my mom walking toward the kitchen. She was talking to my father behind me in the living room. I saw my dad right behind her? Huh?? My dad had this vague look on his face, almost the look of help me I’m dying. I realized this must be impossible. I know my father is behind me as I can hear him talking. I was so freaked I just sat there shaking, silent. Dph always makes me shake. I looked up from the bowl of soup once again to watch the keys slide forward on their own. Ok, I gotta finish this fast, and get myself outta here. I’m gonna blow my cover. My father was talking to me about something. I just shook my head and said ya, because I really wasn’t paying attention. How could I pay attention when something was trying to escape from my mother’s body out of her neck? Her head bobbed back and forth as if she was having a seizure. Her head came back down and I realized this was another hallucination. I blurted out. They are doing construction work in the woods! I saw a cat out there? Dad-“what?? Cat??” I realized I was slurring my words and that I was getting nowhere near to them understanding me. “Ya, I saw a cat out there.” Dad-“Cat??” “Caterpllllrrrrrrr,” I slurred. Oh shit I thought to myself. I just made a complete fool out of myself. And for what? They have no fuckin idea what I’m talking about. My dad came over to me as I walked away. “You ok Bob? You didn’t do anything stupid did you?” Now, I’ve told my dad about my experiences with dxm and lsd and many other drugs. I am open with him. He experimented with drugs as a kid, and its ok for me to talk to him about it. He even told me that next time I try something knew to give some to him too. Just because he is worried about me. But, for some reason I lied to him. “No dad, I’m fine. I gotta go finish some homework OK?” “Alright Bob,” as he walked away.
I sat in dispose in front of my pc some more. I can’t recall of anything I did there or anything past there really. I remember having some crazy fucking dreams, and once again waking up feeling like shit. I slept a lot, but waking up was impossible. I felt as if I had gotten no sleep. I tripped a few days after this experience. This was actually yesterday. I am thinking about stopping myself from any further experiences with dph. Though, I do have 50 pills left, and knowing me ill swallow those down within the next half hour. Hell, its spring break. Benetrippin tonight!
Later on I counted out 24 pills of benadryl. I wanted to trip off 600mg awake this time, rather than dosing up higher, when I had not actually seen 600mg yet. (I woke up after falling asleep shortly after taking 24 benadryl. I woke up tripping balls! Horrifying it was. I went to sleep normal, and woke up in hell). I popped those 3 at a time. This day being the day after kifing them from Wally world. I was with Petar and Ross.
Petar can be an asshole, whether it’s his Bulgarian heritage or he’s just an asshole, he was certainly in that mood today. Not long later it began to kick in. I remember thinking I could drive better than him, and I’m fucking intoxicated. He would turn around as he talked to me to make eye contact, not knowing his truck was veering over the double yellow. There were 3 close call accidents, 2 of which would have put me 6 feet under, as I was sitting in the back seat of his s-10. The back seat is a small seat crammed into the corner of the cab. Not the best setting for a trip, but there I was. He stopped at some auto store to look for new seat covers. I burnt a whole in his seat a few years earlier with a cigarette cherry. I was very drunken and confused. It felt as if all the employees knew I was benetrippin, and they were all staring at me. I was feeling very tired and uncomfortable standing up. We finally got out of there. It was really kicking in now. We came to a stoplight and I remember staring at the back of the guys head in front of us. His head spun 180 degrees and smiled at me. It spun impossibly, something only an owl could do. WHAT THE FUCK! DID YOU SEE THAT, THAT WAS FUCKING CRAZY? Ross- “O yea, 24 benedryl, you’re trippin out man, ha-ha.” The whole ride I had no idea where I was. I was in some vehicle. I figured it was Ross’s car. I realized it was Petar’s truck. My memory was out the window.
Now I told you Petar was a dickhole. I was close to peaking by now, and the fucker brings me to my house. I didn’t notice we were heading in the direction till we stopped and I got out. I had not even realized what was happening. I noticed that house over there, it looked familiar. I walked in. “Hey Bobby, you’re home already?” “Uhhh ya, nothing to do, I'm goin up stairs.” As I walked up the stairs I felt veryy fucked up indeed. I missed the doorknob when I reached for it. Laughing stupidly I managed to open my door and stumble inside my familiar room. I have spent many nights tripping balls in this room, and it was very comfortable to me. I turned on the pc and relaxed in my wooden chair. Only on dph can I relax in this piece of shit chair. My body seems to just lay back and give up to it. I talked to people on aim. I would forget who they were seconds after messaging them. It really didn’t matter, I just needed some sort of company. One to talk to as I began to peak. I needed someone to talk to about my visuals really. I stared at the wires hanging from my monitor. They formed into a snake and blew around in the open air. I thought of this as normal, none of it shocked me. I looked at my wall and noticed a skull stretch out of it. It was translucent as were the dozens of hands and fists protruding out of the wall simultaneously. Within a few minutes full life forms began to be in my room. Ghostlike humans. They were normal, but translucent. A particularly attractive woman sat on my table and lit a cigarette. Seconds later to my left a man tied his shoe on my bed. I was very satisfied. Full Blown hallucinations. I could tell these from reality though. Minutes later a pig leaped from out of nowhere and jumped under my bed. WHAT THE FUCK? HOW IN THE HELL? Have I become completely insane? How did I not notice this animal before? How could I not sense its stench and what the fuck was it doing here? I dove to the ground and looked for it under the bed. Knife in hand, I was going to stab this motherfucker. It was nowhere in sight. I sat back on the pc and told someone about it. At his point I had no idea who I was talking to. They told me I was just tripping and to relax. At his point I realized that, and hid the knife from myself. I could easily do this because I would forget what I thought and what happened literally 5 seconds after any of it occurred.
I heard a knock from my floor. Must be my dad I thought. He would do this, when the dog needed to go for a walk. I went downstairs and asked if they called me. They told me no. “O, I coulda swore you knocked for me,” I said very much slurred. They didn’t seem to understand what I said. I turned around as If I didn’t notice the confusion on their faces and ran back to my room. Minutes later they did actually call for me. I went down, took the dog out. I took the trail in the woods. The woods, now that would be excellent for an unsupervised psychonaut. I saw 3 people cutting down trees about 40 yards away. I said nothing, hoping they would not see me staggering along. I stared at them. There was an old lady sitting down in a lawn chair. What the fuck was she doing out here in the middle of the woods in a god damn lawn chair? This town seriously is full of retards. I walked along and heard them talking about who knows what. It sounded far away and I did not bother to try to understand their conversation. I saw others with a Bulldozer clearing out a newly made trail. After a while I turned around to go back home. I saw the lawn chair the old lady had been sitting in, but it was empty. I walked over to it to check it out. As I got closer I realized I was just staring a tree. OK? Hello, anyone there? Hello?? It was at this point I realized I was really tripping balls. There were no people, there was no bulldozer. It was me; all alone and trippin out. If anyone had been there they would have called the police on the crazed lunatic. But that crazed lunatic was me, venturing off to more obscure visions. I walked past my house without knowing. Somehow I found the next exit to the street. I knew this would get me to the place I wanted to go, wherever that may be. 2 hornets came flying by and darted right at me. What the fuck, I didn’t piss them off. Why attack me? I ran as fast as I could outta there, trying to get them off me as I waved at my chest. I realized this could not be possible. It was much too cold for there to be hornets. I found the street and walked toward the end of the road. In the distance I could see kids playing with a ball on the street. Better slow down, want no accidents I said. Wait, I’m walking, not driving.Why am I talking to myself? God damn you dex. You’ve ruined my mind with your visual ways. You’re god to me, had to give someone else a try today though. I have no want to get bored of you. I got nearer and nearer to the children. I thought this was just an old guy that lived by himself at this house. How is there kids? What? I got within feet now. I could hear their laughs and see their smiles. They were having fun. The children disappeared into the air. Wow, those were actual people I hallucinated. Ok, ok ok I get it. I walked myself back to my house.
Sometime later I was called down for dinner. I don’t remember what happened in-between that time. I started eating dinner, and saw my mom walking toward the kitchen. She was talking to my father behind me in the living room. I saw my dad right behind her? Huh?? My dad had this vague look on his face, almost the look of help me I’m dying. I realized this must be impossible. I know my father is behind me as I can hear him talking. I was so freaked I just sat there shaking, silent. Dph always makes me shake. I looked up from the bowl of soup once again to watch the keys slide forward on their own. Ok, I gotta finish this fast, and get myself outta here. I’m gonna blow my cover. My father was talking to me about something. I just shook my head and said ya, because I really wasn’t paying attention. How could I pay attention when something was trying to escape from my mother’s body out of her neck? Her head bobbed back and forth as if she was having a seizure. Her head came back down and I realized this was another hallucination. I blurted out. They are doing construction work in the woods! I saw a cat out there? Dad-“what?? Cat??” I realized I was slurring my words and that I was getting nowhere near to them understanding me. “Ya, I saw a cat out there.” Dad-“Cat??” “Caterpllllrrrrrrr,” I slurred. Oh shit I thought to myself. I just made a complete fool out of myself. And for what? They have no fuckin idea what I’m talking about. My dad came over to me as I walked away. “You ok Bob? You didn’t do anything stupid did you?” Now, I’ve told my dad about my experiences with dxm and lsd and many other drugs. I am open with him. He experimented with drugs as a kid, and its ok for me to talk to him about it. He even told me that next time I try something knew to give some to him too. Just because he is worried about me. But, for some reason I lied to him. “No dad, I’m fine. I gotta go finish some homework OK?” “Alright Bob,” as he walked away.
I sat in dispose in front of my pc some more. I can’t recall of anything I did there or anything past there really. I remember having some crazy fucking dreams, and once again waking up feeling like shit. I slept a lot, but waking up was impossible. I felt as if I had gotten no sleep. I tripped a few days after this experience. This was actually yesterday. I am thinking about stopping myself from any further experiences with dph. Though, I do have 50 pills left, and knowing me ill swallow those down within the next half hour. Hell, its spring break. Benetrippin tonight!
but that was a big dose forme.