Well guys 2 months ago a friend and I bought some dramamine at a local pharmacy. We both took I think like 24 tabs each. After taking them we went to borders and sat down and read magazines for about 30 minutes. I was reading and the text of HighTimes started to get blurry and hard to make out. I looked over to my friend and he looked back at me and we knew it was coming on. Well we get up and walk around a bit and I notice that I seem to be getting heavier, or gravity is getting stronger. I shuffled alot when I walked and I tripped on my feet a few times. We went and sat in the parking lot and talked. Our speech was VERY slurred. I was finding it very hard to talk. Someone called my cell but I couldnt read the name. I looked at my phone and it looked so blurry. My hands slipped and I dropped it down the storm grate. GREAT. My friend and I looked at it down there for like 5 minutes trying to realize that this really happened. I was feeling so strange and I was worried about my phone. My friend suggested we walk into borders and ask if they can help us out. We get there and talk to a lady who works there and try to tell her what happened. She eyed us very suspiciously and was like "oookaaaaayyyyy...." she knew we were fucked up. I could barely talk. Well she said there was nothing she could do about it and my friend took out his phone to call the police to ask them if they could help. I didnt know what was going on and he was being very stupid for calling the cops when we were fucked up. Well we leave the store and sit on the curb. My friend says he has to go to the bathroom and he gets up and goes into the store. I sit there for a second and look to my left and my friend is sitting there. I asked him why he didnt go to the bathroom. He just sat there and didnt answer. I looked at him and he said hey lets go in the arts and crafts store. I dont really remember going INTO the store but I do remember being there. We are inside the store and my friend is walking in circles muttering things to himself and Im sluggishly walking around. An employee tells us to leave but we ignore her. She calls the police saying 2 kids are extremely fucked up and are bothering the customers. I tried to think did she really say that? I tell my friend we gotta go but he ignores me. 5 minutes later a few cops walk in a grab my by my arms. They take me outside and search me. I saw a cop take mushrooms out of my wallet. What the fuck? I didnt know how it was possible that I fit those mushrooms in my wallet and I had no idea why they were there. The cops looked at my eyes and yelled things at me but I didnt answer. I didnt know what was going on. I kept thinking I was watching a movie and all this stuff was happening. A few minutes later a cop comes over with my friend! What the fuck was going on? They came out of the other store? The cop explained to the other cops how my friend was "drunk" and he stupidly called the police. I had no idea what was happening and I was so fucked up I heard sounds everywhere and I saw these boats skidding across the sky. An ambulance pulls up and we are brought in. A cop sits across from me and asks me my name which i did get right. He asked me other questions which i totally got wrong. Like one of the questions I thouhgt he told me to name a city in Canada. I said toronto and all the cops just looked at me. One called me a retard. The question was who is the preident of the USA. Lol I was pretty close right? Anyways we get to the hospital and I lay in the bed with alot of shit connected to me. They took blood and made me piss. The hospital was the scariest part of the trip. I heard voices saying things that were so fucked up I dont even remember what they were saying. I saw shit everywhere and I was so scared. They made me drink liquid charcoal to absorb the dramamine. My parents were there and they were very sad. As the trip ended a police officer comes in and tell me what happend. The whole time I was in the arts and crafts store I was alone. My friend DID go to the bathroom but me seeing him with me was a hallucination. This scared me so much because the hallucination was SO real I had no idea he wasnt there. The mushrooms in my wallet were a hallucination Dramamine can be a fun thing to do but NOT in public. As for my phone, my dad helped me fish it out with a net clamped to an umbrella.
I was driving on 24 of them. I took as many as 31 and fuckin saw trees growing down out of the cieling man.
diphenhydramine is better, so im told. Dramamine is like an extraction from diphenhydramine or somethin. that shit will make you so confused. like talking walls and the shadow people. The shadow people are scary. Ive seen them on dramamine, diphenhydramine and dxm. weird shit. it makes you wonder whats real.
oh yes, Dramamine.. I've never actualy done dramamine, only Diphenhydramine, aka Bennadryl, or Nytol sleep aid. First off if you like tripping on these things, drink a energy drink or some coffee and do it in the morning so u got lots of energy. A few nights ago, actualy, I was doing blow with some friends and after the night was done, I realized I forgot my sleeping meds at my friends, so I ate Nytols (thinking they were 25mg, not 50mg!) and I awaited the sleep.. Two hours no sleep, so I basicly ate a handfull more, I dont know how many I just had a bottle of a hundred or so 50mg's and ate a bunch, I still have most of em (10-25)? Already, just as they went into my stomach I started to see the walls change, and the hallucinations started, I realized that I was feeling the first two pills, and since I just ate tons more I will be FUCKED. So I made myself puke and got so many out (ive never seen puke so gross, pink sticky and full of white tabs since the pink wears off quickly), but not as many came out as many that went in.. so sad to say I was off on another DPH trippppp to hell and back. You see me and my friends used to trip all the time on this shit, DPH was my first love after Weed and Alcohol, then I tried DXM, then to mushrooms and I stoped doing these stupid drugs, no insight, no perspective, just stupidness. After awhile of doing DPH weekly, maybe for a half year, I realize that it costed me a good portion of my life, I cant remember much between when I was 14-15, due to either DPH, DXM or a dexedrine overdose.. all happend that year so who knows.. but in the end I think stealing cases, no not boxs, but a BIG BOX FULL OF BOXES AKA CASE of nydol.. well i never stole it but still, it was stolen and ended up eating alot of them, before the box was finished we threw them away, it was the worst thing that could have happend.. UCK... FUCK DPH... but anyways my story.. I was all coked out, and needed to get high and needed to sleep so I ate the DPH.. thats were we were rite? yeah.. so anyawys I was wondering out of my room to sit down at my computer, were i realized my mouse was not connected to my computer, infact it was wireless.. shocked.. or confused.. I grabed it and pulled it.. right out of my computer.. (glad it was on usb and not old skool ports)... Oh no the paranoia of cocaine and the confusion of DPH was enough to make me insane, I went to the bathroom again but I couldnt make myself puke.. so I went into my bed and there I sat for quite some time.. I kept hearing my mom get up and go to the fridge upstairs and then I would hear her come downstairs and open my door and she would yell somthing at me that I wouldnt understand, and I just remember screaming at her and hiding under my covers, I opened my door and I realized my mom wasent there and rememerd that DPH made you think shit was happening wh en it was really all in ur head.. AKA real looking hallucinations.. ur imagination mixs with what your actualy seeing.. quite like the Datura Flower.. just not quite so intense.. but anyways after that I just rember seeing spiders coming out of the roof and runing around it freaked me out i went outside and my dog was following me then my dog would run away and disapear sooo fast... then I saw a truck and then it vanished, I couldnt tell if I just was seeing things or if they were there.. so anyways.. this should let people know.. its no game out there man.. I quite drugs, I dont hate drugies, and no I dont hate drugs, but they can be mean and when they do bite, they take a chunk of skin with them.. PEACE, Thrice
