Redirectrix
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TLDR near the bottom.
At the time I was 16 or so, I had never done any psychedelics. My friend and I did not have access to legitimate psychedelics like LSD and shrooms. My friend (Let's call him "K") heard that certain sleeping medications can make you hallucinate in high doses if you battle sleeping for awhile.
It was 4th of July, my friend decided to take about 20 50 mg pills (1000 mg), I went for the other 12 soft gels left in the bottle.
T+ 30 minutes: We had battled the sleepiness and were on our way to hallucinating, we were excited.
T+1 Hour: Not feeling all that much, no visual hallucinations.
At some point I completely lost track of time.
IT was still late at night and we were hanging out with friends in my buddy's basement. I experienced feeling like I weighed twice as much, like my limbs were made of lead. I sort of enjoyed this, it was a new sensation after all. The first visual hallucination I remember is when I was looking at one of my friends, and a small dragon-like creature flew slowly out of her chest and towards me, then disappeared.
At some point, the lights were turned off, and everyone downstairs went to sleep. What I remember next is one of the worst/most confusing trip in my life.
Unisom was incredibly frustrating first of all. I saw things that were not there, but believed them to be completely real. I would see my phone and try to pick it up, finding that it had to feeling to my fingers, like air. If I was careful and slow I could bring it up in my hand from the ground, but the slightest movement afterward would make it slip through my fingers, and be gone entirely. The same thing happened with an Xbox controller, and an entire Xbox itself. Here's where the "fun" started:
I was downstairs still, worried my mother had texted me, but I couldn't reply because of the whole phone slipping through my fingers thing. I saw a figure at the end of the room. I looked curiously at his camouflage uniform and combat boots, his hand gun ready at the holster. Then his face. His serious face, eyes deep with concern and determination. He was a marine private, here to arrest me for my wrong doings. I must have been on my knees for about an hour, hands behind my back waiting to get cuffed; to be taken forever; to be ridiculed and exiled by my parents when they showed up. I looked up at some point to find that the man was gone. I was confused, so I went upstairs.
It was very early in the morning at this point. I sat on the couch on the main floor, wondering what the hell had just happened. I looked around, no one was there. The stairs to the top floor were in few, but dark. Dark enough for me to realize the military man was leaning over the edge just watching me, making sure I didn't make a single move. I sat for another 20 minutes and started to try to talk to him. "What are you doing?" "Arrest me already!" No answer. I went to the stairs to investigate, he was gone.
I went back to the couch, a safe haven of sorts, waiting for this terrible trip to end. THEN, I black leather gloved hand stuck through the window a few yards ahead of me, with a handgun. The eerie hand hid the gun, used recently for a murder, behind a thin picture frame stood on a table. I waited, confused, scared for my life. After awhile I got too curious and started looking for the gun. It wasn't behind the picture frame, but I was determined. I opened the the picture frame piece by piece. No gun. I searched and searched other picture frames, window sills,cabinets, drawers. Still nothing. I was afraid, so I sat down to settle down.
I turned to look at the kitchen behind me and my parents both stood, yelling at me about why I chose wrong; why I was such a terrible person. I would turn to find that they disappeared entirely. Again, and again, and again, for an hour, they appeared, disappeared, and reappeared. Each tell telling me what a terrible person I was. Each time telling me that I was an absolute disappointment; that I was a mistake. Eventually, after tears, and agony, my trip was over, I was exhausted, but not hallucinating anymore.
Another trip, I'll keep it shorter, occurred a week later. Why would I decide to take such a thing again? I don't know, I was in a really bad place, and it was the only substance I had on hand. I took it at home, telling myself I would stay in my room, and not wake my parents, just two rooms down the hall. Boy was that a mistake.
During my trip I repeatedly slammed my head into objects in my room, and into the wall. I couldn't see my room. In my mind I was in a parking lot, trying to walk around my car to get in. Little did I know the open lot I was seeing was really my small room, filled with walls. I would hit the walls over and over, confused why I couldn't walk where I clearly thought I could. In my trip my dad questioned me on what I was doing. And, my dad really was in the room, watching his son run into walls like a buffoon, shouting that he was just trying to get into his car. I remember my friend in the drivers seat at some point, as cops stood outside the window, while my hallucinated friend was unresponsive. We wouldn't drive,for hours he wouldn't leave this parking lot. I yelled at him to drive, I yelled and yelled and yelled. Little did I know, I was really yelling in real life, as my dad tried to calm me in my room, I couldn't see nor hear him.
When I had calmed down and could see the room I was in, I was with my dad. I could see his exhausted, horrified eyes. As he questioned what I had taken ( I told him), tears streaming down his face, and large centipedes grew from the sides of my bed, from my pillow, and crawled towards me. I would swat at them, only for them to grow again, all while my dad tried, over and over and over, to explain to his son that there were no centipedes.
TLDR:
Unisom was a degrading and horrifying experience for me, and I would never, under any circumstance try it again, not even 1 pill for sleeping. I have such negative feelings towards it. This isn't to say that you couldn't have a good time on Unisom. I'm sure music, a trip sitter, more experience with psychedelics, and a slightly lower dose could be enjoyable, but I had none of these things. Use at your own risk.
If you're interested, here are summirazations of two of my friend's trips, which were infinitely worse than mine:
"K":
Among many of the same confusions, "K" experienced being shot multiple times, feeling the bullets rip through his body, over and over and over.
"C":
Among many of the same confusions, throughout the night, an eternity of a night, "C" watched all of his friends die brutally, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Last Thoughts:
If you want to try psychedelics, or anything for that matter:
-Be safe
-Have a trip sitter, especially for first time users
-Understand the drug, read others' experiences, know exactly what could happen to you while on a certain drug and/or combination of drugs
-Have proper set and setting. I won't explain this, there are plenty of guides and forums on set and setting.
-Get the real stuff; legitimate, tested, pure forms of what you want to take. Don't take the roundabout way to mimic what you want like I did. Wait until you actually have what you want, and feel ready to do it.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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At the time I was 16 or so, I had never done any psychedelics. My friend and I did not have access to legitimate psychedelics like LSD and shrooms. My friend (Let's call him "K") heard that certain sleeping medications can make you hallucinate in high doses if you battle sleeping for awhile.
It was 4th of July, my friend decided to take about 20 50 mg pills (1000 mg), I went for the other 12 soft gels left in the bottle.
T+ 30 minutes: We had battled the sleepiness and were on our way to hallucinating, we were excited.
T+1 Hour: Not feeling all that much, no visual hallucinations.
At some point I completely lost track of time.
IT was still late at night and we were hanging out with friends in my buddy's basement. I experienced feeling like I weighed twice as much, like my limbs were made of lead. I sort of enjoyed this, it was a new sensation after all. The first visual hallucination I remember is when I was looking at one of my friends, and a small dragon-like creature flew slowly out of her chest and towards me, then disappeared.
At some point, the lights were turned off, and everyone downstairs went to sleep. What I remember next is one of the worst/most confusing trip in my life.
Unisom was incredibly frustrating first of all. I saw things that were not there, but believed them to be completely real. I would see my phone and try to pick it up, finding that it had to feeling to my fingers, like air. If I was careful and slow I could bring it up in my hand from the ground, but the slightest movement afterward would make it slip through my fingers, and be gone entirely. The same thing happened with an Xbox controller, and an entire Xbox itself. Here's where the "fun" started:
I was downstairs still, worried my mother had texted me, but I couldn't reply because of the whole phone slipping through my fingers thing. I saw a figure at the end of the room. I looked curiously at his camouflage uniform and combat boots, his hand gun ready at the holster. Then his face. His serious face, eyes deep with concern and determination. He was a marine private, here to arrest me for my wrong doings. I must have been on my knees for about an hour, hands behind my back waiting to get cuffed; to be taken forever; to be ridiculed and exiled by my parents when they showed up. I looked up at some point to find that the man was gone. I was confused, so I went upstairs.
It was very early in the morning at this point. I sat on the couch on the main floor, wondering what the hell had just happened. I looked around, no one was there. The stairs to the top floor were in few, but dark. Dark enough for me to realize the military man was leaning over the edge just watching me, making sure I didn't make a single move. I sat for another 20 minutes and started to try to talk to him. "What are you doing?" "Arrest me already!" No answer. I went to the stairs to investigate, he was gone.
I went back to the couch, a safe haven of sorts, waiting for this terrible trip to end. THEN, I black leather gloved hand stuck through the window a few yards ahead of me, with a handgun. The eerie hand hid the gun, used recently for a murder, behind a thin picture frame stood on a table. I waited, confused, scared for my life. After awhile I got too curious and started looking for the gun. It wasn't behind the picture frame, but I was determined. I opened the the picture frame piece by piece. No gun. I searched and searched other picture frames, window sills,cabinets, drawers. Still nothing. I was afraid, so I sat down to settle down.
I turned to look at the kitchen behind me and my parents both stood, yelling at me about why I chose wrong; why I was such a terrible person. I would turn to find that they disappeared entirely. Again, and again, and again, for an hour, they appeared, disappeared, and reappeared. Each tell telling me what a terrible person I was. Each time telling me that I was an absolute disappointment; that I was a mistake. Eventually, after tears, and agony, my trip was over, I was exhausted, but not hallucinating anymore.
Another trip, I'll keep it shorter, occurred a week later. Why would I decide to take such a thing again? I don't know, I was in a really bad place, and it was the only substance I had on hand. I took it at home, telling myself I would stay in my room, and not wake my parents, just two rooms down the hall. Boy was that a mistake.
During my trip I repeatedly slammed my head into objects in my room, and into the wall. I couldn't see my room. In my mind I was in a parking lot, trying to walk around my car to get in. Little did I know the open lot I was seeing was really my small room, filled with walls. I would hit the walls over and over, confused why I couldn't walk where I clearly thought I could. In my trip my dad questioned me on what I was doing. And, my dad really was in the room, watching his son run into walls like a buffoon, shouting that he was just trying to get into his car. I remember my friend in the drivers seat at some point, as cops stood outside the window, while my hallucinated friend was unresponsive. We wouldn't drive,for hours he wouldn't leave this parking lot. I yelled at him to drive, I yelled and yelled and yelled. Little did I know, I was really yelling in real life, as my dad tried to calm me in my room, I couldn't see nor hear him.
When I had calmed down and could see the room I was in, I was with my dad. I could see his exhausted, horrified eyes. As he questioned what I had taken ( I told him), tears streaming down his face, and large centipedes grew from the sides of my bed, from my pillow, and crawled towards me. I would swat at them, only for them to grow again, all while my dad tried, over and over and over, to explain to his son that there were no centipedes.
TLDR:
Unisom was a degrading and horrifying experience for me, and I would never, under any circumstance try it again, not even 1 pill for sleeping. I have such negative feelings towards it. This isn't to say that you couldn't have a good time on Unisom. I'm sure music, a trip sitter, more experience with psychedelics, and a slightly lower dose could be enjoyable, but I had none of these things. Use at your own risk.
If you're interested, here are summirazations of two of my friend's trips, which were infinitely worse than mine:
"K":
Among many of the same confusions, "K" experienced being shot multiple times, feeling the bullets rip through his body, over and over and over.
"C":
Among many of the same confusions, throughout the night, an eternity of a night, "C" watched all of his friends die brutally, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Last Thoughts:
If you want to try psychedelics, or anything for that matter:
-Be safe
-Have a trip sitter, especially for first time users
-Understand the drug, read others' experiences, know exactly what could happen to you while on a certain drug and/or combination of drugs
-Have proper set and setting. I won't explain this, there are plenty of guides and forums on set and setting.
-Get the real stuff; legitimate, tested, pure forms of what you want to take. Don't take the roundabout way to mimic what you want like I did. Wait until you actually have what you want, and feel ready to do it.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_doxylamine
substancecode_deliriants
explevel_firsttime
explevel_secondtime
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
exptype_disaster
roacode_oral
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