Shaman_RN
Bluelighter
Last year my buddy and I were at his house and we consumed around 4 Ambien CR tablets around 11pm. If you have taken Ambien before and fought the urge to sleep, you know what I mean what I'm talking about when I say that you literally have 0 inhibitions.
Anyway, my friend and I then consumed 3 or 4 Temazepam capsules (we both have a tolerance to hypnotics) but this was still ill-advised and a waste of the pills.
Around 6am the next morning (still awake from the night before) we had the urge to go purchase some DXM from the local drugstore. We each consumed 2.5 bottles of Robotussin gelcaps (~750mg) and went back to his house.
My friend had taken DXM quite a few times before but this was my first time and the Ambien/Temazepam combo made damn sure that I didn't say no to this opportunity.
Once we got back to his place I consumed around 15mg Adderall (for some odd reason). I blame the hypnotics.
We then proceeded to go to bed (consciously forgetting, or at least I did, that we had consumed the DXM). I fell asleep rather quickly but the trip set in shortly after. I constantly felt as though there was an event or social gathering downstairs that I needed to get to, but my body/mind (and perhaps other imaginary factors) would not allow me to do so. My perception of time was well obliterated.
I do remember wobbling my way to the bathroom eventually and purging all over the bathroom then collapsing in front of the sink and staring at the underside of the cabinets below the sink. My psyche was being pulled in all directions. I strangely felt like I was still lying in bed and sleeping soundly but I was physically lying on the floor in the bathroom.
When I eventually made it back to the bedroom I addressed my other friend who was sleeping in the same room (he had not been part of this brigade). I remember hovering above him and trying to wake him up, which seemed difficult but wasn't in reality. My friend told me later after the trip that I was extremely pale in the face and asked him: "What's going on, who am I?" Apparently some other short phrases spilled from my mouth but I don't remember what he said I had said entirely.
I then made it back to my bed after wandering around the upstairs floor.
When I finally woke up around 4pm my eyes were wider than they've ever been. I looked as though I had consumed PCP (which is entirely sensible because DXM is also a dissociative). I stumbled down the stairs and entered my friend's room. He was difficult to awake but eventually arose.
This experience was definitely one of the most extreme experience I have had.
Anyway, my friend and I then consumed 3 or 4 Temazepam capsules (we both have a tolerance to hypnotics) but this was still ill-advised and a waste of the pills.
Around 6am the next morning (still awake from the night before) we had the urge to go purchase some DXM from the local drugstore. We each consumed 2.5 bottles of Robotussin gelcaps (~750mg) and went back to his house.
My friend had taken DXM quite a few times before but this was my first time and the Ambien/Temazepam combo made damn sure that I didn't say no to this opportunity.
Once we got back to his place I consumed around 15mg Adderall (for some odd reason). I blame the hypnotics.
We then proceeded to go to bed (consciously forgetting, or at least I did, that we had consumed the DXM). I fell asleep rather quickly but the trip set in shortly after. I constantly felt as though there was an event or social gathering downstairs that I needed to get to, but my body/mind (and perhaps other imaginary factors) would not allow me to do so. My perception of time was well obliterated.
I do remember wobbling my way to the bathroom eventually and purging all over the bathroom then collapsing in front of the sink and staring at the underside of the cabinets below the sink. My psyche was being pulled in all directions. I strangely felt like I was still lying in bed and sleeping soundly but I was physically lying on the floor in the bathroom.
When I eventually made it back to the bedroom I addressed my other friend who was sleeping in the same room (he had not been part of this brigade). I remember hovering above him and trying to wake him up, which seemed difficult but wasn't in reality. My friend told me later after the trip that I was extremely pale in the face and asked him: "What's going on, who am I?" Apparently some other short phrases spilled from my mouth but I don't remember what he said I had said entirely.
I then made it back to my bed after wandering around the upstairs floor.
When I finally woke up around 4pm my eyes were wider than they've ever been. I looked as though I had consumed PCP (which is entirely sensible because DXM is also a dissociative). I stumbled down the stairs and entered my friend's room. He was difficult to awake but eventually arose.
This experience was definitely one of the most extreme experience I have had.
