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Bluelighter
This is from a couple years ago. Crazy shit.
It all begins at band practice. I had tripped on diphenhydramine and dimenhydrinate a handful of times. The first time was unpleasant and involved dramamine, but the subsequent times involved mostly benadryl, and although frightening, fucked up, and hard on the mind/body... I was desperate to escape reality, and kept taking it recreationally.
This time involved Unisom. I proceded to eat ten of the blue gelcaps, which I can remember the taste of to this day. They tasted sweet, and in my mind I pictured myself eating Equal (the artificial sweetener) and laughed at myself.
I got to band, and waited for the onset inpatiently. Yes, tripping at band was stupid to begin with, let alone on diph. But I was a foolish young lad. Before long I felt tired, and started walking like I was drunk. This fucked up my squad's formation, and I'm sure my band director saw me and wondered what the fuck I was on, but he never confronted me. I was lucky.
I don't remember what exactly I hallucinated. But my hallucinations on diph typically involved hearing voices, people breathing in my ear, and things/people that weren't really there. If I remember correctly, I didn't trip out too bad on this dose for some reason.
Later that night, my mom and I got into a fight, which lead to me getting pissed off, making irrational decisions, and walking out the door. I'm suprised I went on to wander around the town the whole night before collapsing in exhaustion behind a local supermarket.
The whole night, I wandered around town, trying not to be seen by the police who I knew had been called and were after me. I remember walking to Walmart and stealing a pair of pants (I was a full blown kleptomaniac of sorts back then, am no more). I then changed pants in the dog food isle (so I wouldn't match the description of what I was wearing when I left), and suddenly heard over the intercom "Security, please check your cameras for a male teenage runaway, brown hair, yadda, yadda...". I wigged out and beat it the fuck out of there before I was sighted. It was around midnight at that point. (I'm almost entirely sure that I didn't hallucinate any of this. The diph had mostly worn off by now, and my mom would have certainly called Walmart to ask if they saw me because she knew I bummed around there alot).
I stumbled down the road behind Walmart for awhile before I realized that going that way on that road eventually led to hicksville in the middle of nowhere, and I turned back around. I was growing weary at that point and started searching for a place to sleep. I wandered down a familiar road in the middle of town, ducking behind trees everytime I saw the headlights of a car. The diph had worn off by now, but I had one last hallucination. I saw a man on the side of the road ahead of me. For a minute I wondered who he was, if he was like me, without a home, without a purpose, running away from circumstances that he couldn't bear to face any longer. I empathized with him, but was freaked out at the same time because I feared getting caught. He then vanished before my eyes.
The night ended with me laying in the alley behind Marc's supermarket. I had no idea that people were working at 2am (stocking shelves, I suppose). I think I fell asleep there at some point but I woke up and decided to walk to my grandma's apartment nearby. She was working that night and I could sleep there without being found, or so I thought. I slept on the floor in her living room, and awoke the next morning to her screaming, thinking I was laying there dead.
That was one of the most fucked up nights of my life. I wouldn't repeat it again, but I don't regret it in the least. I also wouldn't do diph again, after reading that it can cause heart attacks in recreational doses. I don't want to risk dying...yet. Especially not for several hours of voluntary schizophrenia.
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substancecode_pharms
It all begins at band practice. I had tripped on diphenhydramine and dimenhydrinate a handful of times. The first time was unpleasant and involved dramamine, but the subsequent times involved mostly benadryl, and although frightening, fucked up, and hard on the mind/body... I was desperate to escape reality, and kept taking it recreationally.
This time involved Unisom. I proceded to eat ten of the blue gelcaps, which I can remember the taste of to this day. They tasted sweet, and in my mind I pictured myself eating Equal (the artificial sweetener) and laughed at myself.
I got to band, and waited for the onset inpatiently. Yes, tripping at band was stupid to begin with, let alone on diph. But I was a foolish young lad. Before long I felt tired, and started walking like I was drunk. This fucked up my squad's formation, and I'm sure my band director saw me and wondered what the fuck I was on, but he never confronted me. I was lucky.
I don't remember what exactly I hallucinated. But my hallucinations on diph typically involved hearing voices, people breathing in my ear, and things/people that weren't really there. If I remember correctly, I didn't trip out too bad on this dose for some reason.
Later that night, my mom and I got into a fight, which lead to me getting pissed off, making irrational decisions, and walking out the door. I'm suprised I went on to wander around the town the whole night before collapsing in exhaustion behind a local supermarket.
The whole night, I wandered around town, trying not to be seen by the police who I knew had been called and were after me. I remember walking to Walmart and stealing a pair of pants (I was a full blown kleptomaniac of sorts back then, am no more). I then changed pants in the dog food isle (so I wouldn't match the description of what I was wearing when I left), and suddenly heard over the intercom "Security, please check your cameras for a male teenage runaway, brown hair, yadda, yadda...". I wigged out and beat it the fuck out of there before I was sighted. It was around midnight at that point. (I'm almost entirely sure that I didn't hallucinate any of this. The diph had mostly worn off by now, and my mom would have certainly called Walmart to ask if they saw me because she knew I bummed around there alot).
I stumbled down the road behind Walmart for awhile before I realized that going that way on that road eventually led to hicksville in the middle of nowhere, and I turned back around. I was growing weary at that point and started searching for a place to sleep. I wandered down a familiar road in the middle of town, ducking behind trees everytime I saw the headlights of a car. The diph had worn off by now, but I had one last hallucination. I saw a man on the side of the road ahead of me. For a minute I wondered who he was, if he was like me, without a home, without a purpose, running away from circumstances that he couldn't bear to face any longer. I empathized with him, but was freaked out at the same time because I feared getting caught. He then vanished before my eyes.
The night ended with me laying in the alley behind Marc's supermarket. I had no idea that people were working at 2am (stocking shelves, I suppose). I think I fell asleep there at some point but I woke up and decided to walk to my grandma's apartment nearby. She was working that night and I could sleep there without being found, or so I thought. I slept on the floor in her living room, and awoke the next morning to her screaming, thinking I was laying there dead.
That was one of the most fucked up nights of my life. I wouldn't repeat it again, but I don't regret it in the least. I also wouldn't do diph again, after reading that it can cause heart attacks in recreational doses. I don't want to risk dying...yet. Especially not for several hours of voluntary schizophrenia.
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substancecode_pharms
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i spent a night behind a supermarket once myself ... awoke to the sprinklers and a spider on my lips.