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2,000mg Dramamine, empty stomach, 10:00PM

The following is a brief recollection of (possibly) the most frightening experience of my life. I experienced the kind of irrational fear that I hadn't felt since I was little kid and would sneak downstairs to watch a late night horror movie by myself. Because of the mind erasing effects of the drug, only at a couple points during the night was I able to remember that I was only tripping on a drug, and that things I was seeing were not real but this thought would last a few seconds at most and my mind would literally be erased of this memory a moment later as I slipped deeper into a state of shock and horror. I spent most of the trip with my back against the wall convulsing in fear.

It all started out quite innocently. I took the pills with several gulps of water waited for the effects to come on. I felt the typical heaviness and relaxation flow over me in waves and then I realized something was quite wrong. Everything I was seeing was some kind of spider. Little clear spiders were scurrying over everything I looked at. In the darker areas (under my desk, bed etc.) there were huge, more detailed spiders that were coming right for me but luckily dissolved when they came into the light. As the night went along they became larger and more realistic looking, some as large as tarantulas but luckily those stayed in the shadows or on the corners of the ceiling. Then they started crawling on me and biting me, I could even see and feel their bites.

It made no sense to me. I had never experienced anything like this on a drug before and my sense of confidence and control simply vanished. I grabbed them and squished them and my hands felt slimy but there was nothing there. It was like they were actually half-real, somehow bridging the gap from my mind to reality. Although anyone can easily see that they were nothing more than convincing hallucinations I wasn't convinced and that was enough to water the seeds of uncertainty and fear within me. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and there was a body slumped just outside my window. It didn't move or shake or wiggle like the spiders and it didn't just appear there, it was there at my first glance out the window and remained motionless and unchanging the entire time. I was totally immersed. My skin felt as though I was deep underwater with a constant pressure everywhere. I couldn't go back to my room because of my fear of the biting spiders so I went to my living room and sat down at the computer.

I kept hearing snickering and voices calling my name from behind me and when I turned around there was a giant purple white-spotted mushroom sitting positioned on my couch quivering and shaking. It wouldn't go away. I looked away and looked back and it was still there. I knew it couldn't be real, but it didn't seem to act the way hallucinations usually do. Then it suddenly absorbed itself into one of the cushions and it took on the same purple white-spotted appearance and began shaking. I could only gasp. Soon everything was shaking and wobbling. The loveseat right beside me started wobbling and morphing into ridiculous shapes. A lamp in the corner bent down and did a full circle bent then sprung back. I have no explanation why I thought this was so horrifying, except that I had no ground to stand on; no words of wisdom to fall back on came to mind. I was completely alone and everything seemed to actually becoming real, manifesting out of my hallucinations somehow. Everything I saw 'felt' wrong and evil and somehow intent on harming me.

A rocking chair in the corner began rocking violently and a face formed on it and it was laughing at me, then they were all laughing. As they laughed they would point to me and look at eachother. The face came right up to me from out of the rocking chair and passed through me as it laughed. I was utterly horrified and sweating profusely. Then I caught a glance of the large window and saw people reflected who weren't in the room. It seemed as if they were in a different room altogether, a room that was an exact mirror of the one I was in. They saw me see them and they came zombie eyed to the window and banged on the glass with their hands. They were pale white and sickly looking, the typical undead stereotype, and they were passing through the glass onto my couch. My only savior seemed to be light. I was too afraid to go over to the other side of the room and turn on the other lights (or leave the room and wander through the darkness of the house for that matter). I was squatted and nauseated with fear when the zombie things came towards me but as they came into the light they became transparent and dissolved into nothing.

I was there until the next day. I was still very much intoxicated as dawn broke, but the symbolism of it (and my extreme tiredness) somehow gave me the courage to go back to my room and sleep. If there's a lesson I learned it would be to respect fear for what it is. I tried everything I could to make the experience positive or at least neutral. When all else failed I had to wait for sunrise and believe it would somehow release me from my fear, which fortunately it did.

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Desuden er kviksølv ikke så slemt. Folk der var børn i 70'erne stod med det i hænderne.

alle jer der er blevet hjernevasket til og leve lov og regler i kommer bare og får en kugle !!
Min adresse
6990 ulfborg
Ullsgade 4a

Desuden er kviksølv ikke så slemt. Folk der var børn i 70'erne stod med det i hænderne.

Holy fuck. Jeg har altid været skræmt af antihistaminer, dette bekræfter blot min frygt. Fy for satan hvor er det bare ikke noget jeg har lyst til at lege med

Antihistaminer er ikke altid delirianter. Mange nyere,(ikke-sederende, 3. generations) antihistaminer er langt mere selektive antagonister (eller omvendte agonister...) på H-receptorerne. De er langt mere sikre.

Jeg elsker at læse deleriant triprapporter, de er tit meget spændende, men jeg ville aldrig turde udsætte mig selv for sådan et trip. Frygter at jeg ville knække mentalt, da jeg i forvejen lider af angst. Har før overvejet at ryge lidt datura i en joint med cannabis da det skulle tilføje et nyt element til rusen, men ideen blev aldrig gjort til en realitet.

Det sidste trip der skræmte mig var to dage med dxm, kom kun op over 400 mg på anden dagen, men den ringe søvnkvalitet fra natten før biddrog til det blev et meget forvirrende og delirant agtigt trip. Hørte stemmer og blev skræmt af at se mit eget spejlbillede, jeg lignede en der havde fået det hvide snit. Dxm grimassen synes jeg generelt er ubehagelig, både mit og min vens ansigt var låst fast i en meget alvorlig mine og vores øjne så helt døde og stirrende ud.

Never again. Hvis jeg skal lege med dissociativer blir det mxe eller måske ketamin.