cbomb5000
11-16-2008, 11:34 AM
remember the time I tried taking Dramamine to hallucinate.
Isaiah called Chris and I and said, "Let's get delirious."
The main ingredient in Dramamine is Dimenhydrinate, which is a deliriant. One pill is 50 mg with recreational dosages start at 250 mg. 12 pills usually come in a pack of Dramamine.
Before we left the house, everyone told us it was a bad idea. We didn't give a fuck though because we wanted to try it. We wanted it to happen. We wanted to experience it for ourselves.
Before we left, we looked up experiences on erowid. All the stories were pretty ridiculous, and we're ridiculous people so it just pumped us up even more.
Chris and I got in the car and drove to Dallas to pick up Isaiah. When we arrived, he had already lifted 3 packages. Then, we took them.
We each took 12. We were going to go out to the woods to get delirious, but we decided to drive to my family's cabin in Hebo. When we were about 11 miles from the cabin, I started getting delirious. Chris and Isaiah weren't feeling it yet.
When we got there we sat around in the front room. We all looked like we were buggin'. The high wasn't bad. It's hard to describe the feeling. I guess I felt... DELIRIOUS. Chris fell asleep. It made him really tired. Isaiah kept saying, "what?" when nobody was saying anything. Eventually we just fell asleep. When we woke up the next morning, we decided to drive back to Dallas and get MORE.
On our way to get more, we were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We lifted a bottle with 100 pills and we each took 25. We rolled over to the park and proceeded to get delirious. Again.
This time it was way more intense. I didn't hallucinate, I just felt really doom-y. I didn't want to move, and I couldn't remember what I was talking about while I was saying it. I hated the feeling a lot. Eventually I threw up the pasta shells I ate before we left. It was pretty gross looking because the shells were still whole. So I started throwing up more. Isaiah kept saying, "what?" again. Chris just got tired again. We went home and went to bed. I was fucked up the next day. My head just didn't feel right.
I'm not going to say don't do it, though.
Isaiah called Chris and I and said, "Let's get delirious."
The main ingredient in Dramamine is Dimenhydrinate, which is a deliriant. One pill is 50 mg with recreational dosages start at 250 mg. 12 pills usually come in a pack of Dramamine.
Before we left the house, everyone told us it was a bad idea. We didn't give a fuck though because we wanted to try it. We wanted it to happen. We wanted to experience it for ourselves.
Before we left, we looked up experiences on erowid. All the stories were pretty ridiculous, and we're ridiculous people so it just pumped us up even more.
Chris and I got in the car and drove to Dallas to pick up Isaiah. When we arrived, he had already lifted 3 packages. Then, we took them.
We each took 12. We were going to go out to the woods to get delirious, but we decided to drive to my family's cabin in Hebo. When we were about 11 miles from the cabin, I started getting delirious. Chris and Isaiah weren't feeling it yet.
When we got there we sat around in the front room. We all looked like we were buggin'. The high wasn't bad. It's hard to describe the feeling. I guess I felt... DELIRIOUS. Chris fell asleep. It made him really tired. Isaiah kept saying, "what?" when nobody was saying anything. Eventually we just fell asleep. When we woke up the next morning, we decided to drive back to Dallas and get MORE.
On our way to get more, we were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We lifted a bottle with 100 pills and we each took 25. We rolled over to the park and proceeded to get delirious. Again.
This time it was way more intense. I didn't hallucinate, I just felt really doom-y. I didn't want to move, and I couldn't remember what I was talking about while I was saying it. I hated the feeling a lot. Eventually I threw up the pasta shells I ate before we left. It was pretty gross looking because the shells were still whole. So I started throwing up more. Isaiah kept saying, "what?" again. Chris just got tired again. We went home and went to bed. I was fucked up the next day. My head just didn't feel right.
I'm not going to say don't do it, though.