Drake Dracoli
Bluelighter
Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride (001)
I have decided that now is the time to begin typing my recent and soon to come experiences with Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride. These will simply be trip reports; so do not attempt to argue, call me an idiot for using the drug, etc. Keep that to yourselves. You may add your point of view if you wish, but refrain from starting any sort of fight. Each of my reports will contain information including the time in which I took the medicine, the amount of medicine I took, and what happened throughout the experience. The date will not be included unless the experience has been recent. This experience, for example, happened some months back; I have already forgotten the date. So. Let us begin.
Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride (001)
First Diphenhydramine Trip
Date: N/A
Dosage: 300 mg (Twelve Diphedryl Pills)
Time: 6:30 PM (All pills taken at once)
6:00 PM
This was the first time that I decided to see what happened when I had taken an excessive dosage of the drug Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride. I had taken this drug countless times before, but only in doses no higher than 200 mg. That dosage never produced much more than euphoria, a feeling of serenity and well-being, and in some cases; nausia. I had taken the twelve tablets at roughly 6:30 PM. There are individuals living in my household, and two of them were there. One male, one female. Niether of these individuals knew that I had ingested this dosage of the drug. Most were under the impression that I had 50 mg at the most. I had known beforehand what possibilities the drug could produce; I had hoped that with this knowledge, I would be able to calm myself down if I became overtly frightened or paranoid. The pills did not affect me for quite some time.
7:15 PM
Around this time I began to feel the full effects of the drugs kick in. At first, there was a sense of inebriation; much like that of being drunk. My depth perception was thrown off. Things seemed closer or farther away than they actually were. I had to touch the edges of the walls to ensure that I did not stagger around or fall. Remember; niether of the individuals in the house knew that I had taken this much medicine. I wanted it to remain this way. I avoided contact with the two, and instead went down to my room. My room is in the basement of the household. The walk down into the room was extremely difficult. At first walking down the stairs seemed impossible; soon however, I was able to walk somewhat normally. Walking perfectly, however, was out of the question. Slight nausia kicked in. I did not feel sick; however the feeling was not entirely pleasant either. Essentially, I was drunk. Soon however, more potent effects began to take place. I slowly began to move towards my room. Upon entering my room, I took notice of the clock.
7:20 PM
Roughly five minutes had passed from the time that I felt the medicine kick in, to the time in which I had reached my room. However, it felt to me much longer. It was as if I took me half an hour of thought to get to my room. It was only five minutes. I felt extremely dizzy. I spoke to myself.
"I had better lay down."
Quite odd, really. I had not actually opened my mouth and spoken. I was simply thinking of this to myself. However, I distinctly remember hearing it perfectly. I soon found that if I sort of trailed off into my mind an thought of things; they seemed ver realistic. For example, I could recall a childhood experience where my mother was speaking to me; eventually I would become so entranced in the thought that it would almost seem real, like I was hearing my mother's voice perfectly. I found this extremely amusing. I soon realized that I was attempting to lay down; and so I did. Laying down in my bed, I turned my head; looking at the stereo in my room. I was simply staring at the letters and words on the stereo buttons.
STOP PLAY FF RWD REC
Just staring at it for a while. Soon enough, however, the letters seemed to change; like they were out of place.
STOP LAY F RD REC
That can't be right. Some of the letters were missing; where did they go? Soon it seemed as though all the letters on the stereo were slipping off; like they were attempting to run away. I stood up in alarm, getting out of my bed. I didn't understand what was going on. What I was seeing was surely impossible. Anyone would have realized that. Unfortunately I had an extremely difficult time trying to convince myself. I began to look around me. Everything seemed water-like and out of place. The borders on some things would just seem to dissapear. The paper would seem to melt into the wall and blend in within a state of surrealism. Quite bizzare; yet not unpleasant.
Now I will have you know that I have a variety of psychological symptoms. Among them being Touretts Syndrom, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Neurosis, and slight symptoms of Hypochondria. Now I can not stand things to be unclean or messy; and I soon realized that there was a soda can on the floor of my room. I was infuriated that someone would dare to pollute my room in such a manner. Naturally; I reached over to grab the can and throw it away.
Oof!
I nearly fell to the ground as I stumbled to reach the can. I didn't understand it. I should have grabbed the can. I assumed my depth perception was simply off balance, and attempted once again to grab the seemingly elusive piece of garbage.
?
I was very counfused. I had grabbed the can only to realize that it was not there in the first place. I looked at my hand to attempt to convince myself that I was seeing things. Sure enough; the can was not there. My hand seemed to look very big for reasons beyond my comprehension at the time. At this point I had lost all concept of time; I had no clue what time it was, nor did I know how much time had passed throughout the experience. I stood up, and gazed at the cieling. One of the tiles seemed wobbly; as if it was shaking and attempting to move. The ends of the tiles were like waves, and the one tile seemed to yearn to reach toward the others. This was too much for me. I could not convince myself that this was real. I though the house was going to collapse. I quickly staggered upstairs and was greeted by the two individuals in my house. Both were sitting on the couch. One looked at me. She spoke.
"Are you alright? Your eyes look a little red."
The other individual sarcastically laughed and interjected.
"Yeah, he's all doped up!"
I angrilly replied.
"Very funny. Yeah. I'm fine. It's just the little medicine I took, that's all."
It was so dificult for me to speak coherently. I had to think myself through each sentence. The female individual spoke again.
"Well?"
It took me a minute to realize. I had neglected to reply to them. I thought I did; I was sure I did. But I was just thinking of what I was going to say to them. Sure enough; I heard it, although it was never there. I slowly made sure that I replied with actual words this time. They then asked a question.
"Well how much medicine did you take?"
I simply replied.
"...Three.."
One individual looked concerned and added.
"I think that is a little too much."
I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah."
With that I quickly looked around the room. I was under the impression that I may not have even been talking to the people in the house. Prehaps I was simply visualising them? I brushed the idea aside; and quickly went back to my room. I was becoming quite frightened and quickly became entranced in though. Occasionally the things I was thinking would seem to be heard or seen. I tried to negate these images, but to no avail. No matter how hard I tried, I simply believed everything I saw. Soon I found myself in conversation with the things I saw. Eventually, I recall being huddled under my covers with my eyes closed. Even then; I would be attacked by a barrage of closed eye visuals. However, they were less frightening than those I saw while my eyes were opened. Somehow within my state of temporary insanity, I managed to fall asleep. I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache; recalling little of what I had seen the day before. I didn't even remember that I had taken the medicine. It took me a little while to place everything back together. I stayed away from the drug after that, but could not sleep. Soon I decided to go back to using the drug; but only the minimum amount needed to insure that I obtained a sucessful night of sleep. It would be several more months before I decided to attempt to trip on the drug again.
- End of Trip Report -
Closing Statement: Throughout the course of my inebriation, I recall several other bizzare experiences. These experiences were not listed because I do not recall if these were hallucination while I was awake, or simply realistic dreams. Maybe both?
I have decided that now is the time to begin typing my recent and soon to come experiences with Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride. These will simply be trip reports; so do not attempt to argue, call me an idiot for using the drug, etc. Keep that to yourselves. You may add your point of view if you wish, but refrain from starting any sort of fight. Each of my reports will contain information including the time in which I took the medicine, the amount of medicine I took, and what happened throughout the experience. The date will not be included unless the experience has been recent. This experience, for example, happened some months back; I have already forgotten the date. So. Let us begin.
Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride (001)
First Diphenhydramine Trip
Date: N/A
Dosage: 300 mg (Twelve Diphedryl Pills)
Time: 6:30 PM (All pills taken at once)
6:00 PM
This was the first time that I decided to see what happened when I had taken an excessive dosage of the drug Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride. I had taken this drug countless times before, but only in doses no higher than 200 mg. That dosage never produced much more than euphoria, a feeling of serenity and well-being, and in some cases; nausia. I had taken the twelve tablets at roughly 6:30 PM. There are individuals living in my household, and two of them were there. One male, one female. Niether of these individuals knew that I had ingested this dosage of the drug. Most were under the impression that I had 50 mg at the most. I had known beforehand what possibilities the drug could produce; I had hoped that with this knowledge, I would be able to calm myself down if I became overtly frightened or paranoid. The pills did not affect me for quite some time.
7:15 PM
Around this time I began to feel the full effects of the drugs kick in. At first, there was a sense of inebriation; much like that of being drunk. My depth perception was thrown off. Things seemed closer or farther away than they actually were. I had to touch the edges of the walls to ensure that I did not stagger around or fall. Remember; niether of the individuals in the house knew that I had taken this much medicine. I wanted it to remain this way. I avoided contact with the two, and instead went down to my room. My room is in the basement of the household. The walk down into the room was extremely difficult. At first walking down the stairs seemed impossible; soon however, I was able to walk somewhat normally. Walking perfectly, however, was out of the question. Slight nausia kicked in. I did not feel sick; however the feeling was not entirely pleasant either. Essentially, I was drunk. Soon however, more potent effects began to take place. I slowly began to move towards my room. Upon entering my room, I took notice of the clock.
7:20 PM
Roughly five minutes had passed from the time that I felt the medicine kick in, to the time in which I had reached my room. However, it felt to me much longer. It was as if I took me half an hour of thought to get to my room. It was only five minutes. I felt extremely dizzy. I spoke to myself.
"I had better lay down."
Quite odd, really. I had not actually opened my mouth and spoken. I was simply thinking of this to myself. However, I distinctly remember hearing it perfectly. I soon found that if I sort of trailed off into my mind an thought of things; they seemed ver realistic. For example, I could recall a childhood experience where my mother was speaking to me; eventually I would become so entranced in the thought that it would almost seem real, like I was hearing my mother's voice perfectly. I found this extremely amusing. I soon realized that I was attempting to lay down; and so I did. Laying down in my bed, I turned my head; looking at the stereo in my room. I was simply staring at the letters and words on the stereo buttons.
STOP PLAY FF RWD REC
Just staring at it for a while. Soon enough, however, the letters seemed to change; like they were out of place.
STOP LAY F RD REC
That can't be right. Some of the letters were missing; where did they go? Soon it seemed as though all the letters on the stereo were slipping off; like they were attempting to run away. I stood up in alarm, getting out of my bed. I didn't understand what was going on. What I was seeing was surely impossible. Anyone would have realized that. Unfortunately I had an extremely difficult time trying to convince myself. I began to look around me. Everything seemed water-like and out of place. The borders on some things would just seem to dissapear. The paper would seem to melt into the wall and blend in within a state of surrealism. Quite bizzare; yet not unpleasant.
Now I will have you know that I have a variety of psychological symptoms. Among them being Touretts Syndrom, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Neurosis, and slight symptoms of Hypochondria. Now I can not stand things to be unclean or messy; and I soon realized that there was a soda can on the floor of my room. I was infuriated that someone would dare to pollute my room in such a manner. Naturally; I reached over to grab the can and throw it away.
Oof!
I nearly fell to the ground as I stumbled to reach the can. I didn't understand it. I should have grabbed the can. I assumed my depth perception was simply off balance, and attempted once again to grab the seemingly elusive piece of garbage.
?
I was very counfused. I had grabbed the can only to realize that it was not there in the first place. I looked at my hand to attempt to convince myself that I was seeing things. Sure enough; the can was not there. My hand seemed to look very big for reasons beyond my comprehension at the time. At this point I had lost all concept of time; I had no clue what time it was, nor did I know how much time had passed throughout the experience. I stood up, and gazed at the cieling. One of the tiles seemed wobbly; as if it was shaking and attempting to move. The ends of the tiles were like waves, and the one tile seemed to yearn to reach toward the others. This was too much for me. I could not convince myself that this was real. I though the house was going to collapse. I quickly staggered upstairs and was greeted by the two individuals in my house. Both were sitting on the couch. One looked at me. She spoke.
"Are you alright? Your eyes look a little red."
The other individual sarcastically laughed and interjected.
"Yeah, he's all doped up!"
I angrilly replied.
"Very funny. Yeah. I'm fine. It's just the little medicine I took, that's all."
It was so dificult for me to speak coherently. I had to think myself through each sentence. The female individual spoke again.
"Well?"
It took me a minute to realize. I had neglected to reply to them. I thought I did; I was sure I did. But I was just thinking of what I was going to say to them. Sure enough; I heard it, although it was never there. I slowly made sure that I replied with actual words this time. They then asked a question.
"Well how much medicine did you take?"
I simply replied.
"...Three.."
One individual looked concerned and added.
"I think that is a little too much."
I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah."
With that I quickly looked around the room. I was under the impression that I may not have even been talking to the people in the house. Prehaps I was simply visualising them? I brushed the idea aside; and quickly went back to my room. I was becoming quite frightened and quickly became entranced in though. Occasionally the things I was thinking would seem to be heard or seen. I tried to negate these images, but to no avail. No matter how hard I tried, I simply believed everything I saw. Soon I found myself in conversation with the things I saw. Eventually, I recall being huddled under my covers with my eyes closed. Even then; I would be attacked by a barrage of closed eye visuals. However, they were less frightening than those I saw while my eyes were opened. Somehow within my state of temporary insanity, I managed to fall asleep. I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache; recalling little of what I had seen the day before. I didn't even remember that I had taken the medicine. It took me a little while to place everything back together. I stayed away from the drug after that, but could not sleep. Soon I decided to go back to using the drug; but only the minimum amount needed to insure that I obtained a sucessful night of sleep. It would be several more months before I decided to attempt to trip on the drug again.
- End of Trip Report -
Closing Statement: Throughout the course of my inebriation, I recall several other bizzare experiences. These experiences were not listed because I do not recall if these were hallucination while I was awake, or simply realistic dreams. Maybe both?
