cricketpill
Bluelighter
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- Nov 29, 2005
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So, a couple nights ago, in my quite screw-headed state, I wrote a "live" trip report concerning my first experience with Zolpidem. Needless to say, it was terrible, so now that I'm all clear-headed I'm going to make up for that.
I decided to administer the drug nasally because I delight in cutting up lines of anything, fiddling with them and etc. I can only say this about that: it fucking hurts. Now, I thought that I was immune to the burn, because all of my mates would bitch about the burn from things like cocaine, oxycontin, xanax, whatever, and I could barely feel a thing. I thought I would be alright. Jesus H fucking A Christ did it hurt. After the first line I was already feeling fairly screwed up (I administered the 10mg tablets around 5 minutes apart), so I figured I should just cowboy-up and go for it. The second line I sent up fakie to my left nostril, which always proves to be more difficult for some reason, and I felt as if I busted a nerve on that side of my face. Both of my eyes were watering at this point. I was quite a mess really, and that's when I noticed that I was tripping out pretty hard.
So, the setting of this situation is my desk. My desk is a mess of empty two-liters, papers, plates that I should have washed weeks ago, and my adorable ponytail palm plant. It's sort of difficult to describe the change that overcame my surroundings in the next few minutes. I felt as if all of the things on my desk had more sentience than they usually did, and we were involved in some sort of pseudo-telepathic communication. It was as if all of the objects around me (except for my laptop) were part of a group of friends, or comrades I should say, and we had but one goal: find the best music on my computer.
I can't really even use my computer properly at this point. My perception and motivations are completely warped. I (or We, I guess) knew we wanted to hear some tunes, but I couldn't exactly figure out how to operate the damn thing. I moved all of the windows around, trying in vain to find the right configuration so I could pick out the files I wanted to listen to. I must have spent a great deal of time doing this. I eventually did get some music, but I lost interest in it pretty quick and I think I logged onto here to write a trip report.
Typing was very difficult, as was conveying the experience. I also noticed that my vision was split in a similar fashion to what Halcion and other strong doses of benzodiazepines do to me. The two halves of my vision were inextricably separated, so to accomplish anything worthwhile I would have to shut one eye.
The initial fucked-upedness faded after about 20-40 minutes or so, leaving me feeling somewhat euphoric and social. In retrospect, I can see there's some definite amnesia-ish properties to the substance, because a lot of this is hard to recollect.
Overall, it was a good experience, very humorous to think about now, the sheer confusion of trying to use my laptop. Don't send it up your nose though, please. Next time I'm going to try to let it dissolve under my tongue, I think. If you do decide to go for it so you can get harder with the absurdity/making-inanimate-objects-your-friend kind of thing, you can expect to be reasonably twacked for around a half an hour to 45 minutes, then it's just a moderate intoxication. At no point, however, did I feel like going to bed.
I decided to administer the drug nasally because I delight in cutting up lines of anything, fiddling with them and etc. I can only say this about that: it fucking hurts. Now, I thought that I was immune to the burn, because all of my mates would bitch about the burn from things like cocaine, oxycontin, xanax, whatever, and I could barely feel a thing. I thought I would be alright. Jesus H fucking A Christ did it hurt. After the first line I was already feeling fairly screwed up (I administered the 10mg tablets around 5 minutes apart), so I figured I should just cowboy-up and go for it. The second line I sent up fakie to my left nostril, which always proves to be more difficult for some reason, and I felt as if I busted a nerve on that side of my face. Both of my eyes were watering at this point. I was quite a mess really, and that's when I noticed that I was tripping out pretty hard.
So, the setting of this situation is my desk. My desk is a mess of empty two-liters, papers, plates that I should have washed weeks ago, and my adorable ponytail palm plant. It's sort of difficult to describe the change that overcame my surroundings in the next few minutes. I felt as if all of the things on my desk had more sentience than they usually did, and we were involved in some sort of pseudo-telepathic communication. It was as if all of the objects around me (except for my laptop) were part of a group of friends, or comrades I should say, and we had but one goal: find the best music on my computer.
I can't really even use my computer properly at this point. My perception and motivations are completely warped. I (or We, I guess) knew we wanted to hear some tunes, but I couldn't exactly figure out how to operate the damn thing. I moved all of the windows around, trying in vain to find the right configuration so I could pick out the files I wanted to listen to. I must have spent a great deal of time doing this. I eventually did get some music, but I lost interest in it pretty quick and I think I logged onto here to write a trip report.
Typing was very difficult, as was conveying the experience. I also noticed that my vision was split in a similar fashion to what Halcion and other strong doses of benzodiazepines do to me. The two halves of my vision were inextricably separated, so to accomplish anything worthwhile I would have to shut one eye.
The initial fucked-upedness faded after about 20-40 minutes or so, leaving me feeling somewhat euphoric and social. In retrospect, I can see there's some definite amnesia-ish properties to the substance, because a lot of this is hard to recollect.
Overall, it was a good experience, very humorous to think about now, the sheer confusion of trying to use my laptop. Don't send it up your nose though, please. Next time I'm going to try to let it dissolve under my tongue, I think. If you do decide to go for it so you can get harder with the absurdity/making-inanimate-objects-your-friend kind of thing, you can expect to be reasonably twacked for around a half an hour to 45 minutes, then it's just a moderate intoxication. At no point, however, did I feel like going to bed.
