So, out of curiousity, who takes this stuff recreationally? I personally hate it, not really a fan of deliriants... most of my friends hate it too, there's one who loves it a lot, but it seems to me he doesn't really know the difference between highs... Aside from the short body high, which is sort of cool, the whole state of delusion really bugs me, and can be fairly frightening at times. It is interesting, though, I have to admit. I havent done this shit in the longest time. Kind of like, living a dream, yet impossible things don't really tend to happen. I've read high dosage reports where people are attacked by zombies, however. Pretty intense.
I've done diphenhydramine a few times, dimenhydrinate once, though I know there isn't much difference. [To me personally, it seems like dimenhydrinate produces more aural hallucinations; I heard a lot of stuff and didn't get any visuals, though maybe it was my low dosage.] I enjoy it, though I'm slowing down with it (and haven't messed with it in a few months) because I know it's probably not good at all on the body. Usually when it starts kicking in I think, "Oh, shit, why'd I do this?" and I feel like crap, but then I enjoy it because it's crazy, even though it's scary as shit at times. The hardest part is staying awake, if you're alone (if you've never done it, don't do it your first time alone -- and really none of us should be doing it alone since it seriously can lead to trouble). Spiders and other bugs seem to be common themes in the delerium, and seeing a three foot spider on the back of your door is NOT fun. But I've had some VERY interesting experiences on this, and I was surprised, and it wasn't at an amazingly high dosage, just somewhere between 300-350 mg. Not trying to derail your thread or anything, Grateful Floyd, but I just wrote this up the other day, and figure it's pretty much on topic. I put into bold the most interesting part, haha. This happend back in March, I believe. Substance: Diphenhydramine HCl Dosage: 300-350 mg Not much was happening, I believe there were three other people in the room at the point when the diphenhydramine started to kick in, we’ll call them D, J, and E. I remember thinking a few minutes before, “That was a waste, I guess nothing’s happening this time,” when something hit me and I realized that something was going to happen this time. It’s something of a heavy, tired, feeling, but in a way that’s hard to describe. The dry-mouth kicked in about the same time as everything else. You’ve never truly experienced dry-mouth until you’ve had this kind of dry-mouth. Nose is bone dry, throat is bone dry, tongue is bone dry. EXTREMELY dry. I had a water bottle with me and just lifting it up was a task. It seemed like it weighed fifty pounds. After lifiting it up, I still had to find my mouth. I couldn’t really tell where my mouth was, it’s a sensation that I can’t put into words, but basically it felt like I had to put the water bottle past where I thought my mouth was to get near to it. When I got water in my mouth, I about choked everytime I took a drink that night. I just don’t think my throat muscles were working enough to swallow, so the water just kind of slid down my throat and ended up choking me most of the time. After a few minutes I realized my mouth was just hanging open. So I guess I was just sitting there looking like an idiot, slack-jawed and spaced out for the night. I also noticed that the room felt chillier and that I was breathing heavily and very slowly. The first thing I noticed, visual-wise, was the walls. There was wallpaper that had a vertical striping on it, and it looked like it was breathing or bulging, or somehow moving slightly. I kept thinking I saw some weird pennants hanging on the wall in the dining room, and I kept seeing something else, something that I couldn’t figure out what it was. (Eventually, after forty-five minutes or so, I realized that the mystery object was something mundane, like a box with a pair of glasses on top of it, I guess my brain just couldn’t grasp that .) The next part that I can remember is D sitting on the couch next to me and she had a spray bottle with water in it for the cat. She sprayed it at the cat, and it seemed like I was watching the water mist in a strobe light, it was just a weird slow-motion thing. I jumped when she did this because it scared me. She laughed and was like, “Woah, I was spraying the cat.” So she sprayed the cat again and I jumped again. So then she said to watch her spray it this time, and so I said something like, “OK, I’ll watch you spray it.” And she sprayed it, and though I knew she was spraying it and it shouldn’t have surprised or startled me, I jumped once again, but this time when I jumped I knocked the bottle out of her hand forcefully and grabbed a pillow to duck under. There was no more spraying the cat that night. I had to go to the bathroom sometime after this, so after a few minutes of trying, I pulled myself up and kind of stomped to the bathroom, trying not to fall over. There wasn’t a light, so I had to go in the dark. It was strange because there were some colors just kind of floating around. And I felt weird, like I was in the phonebooth from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. When I was looking into the other room, I saw a coat rack with a hat on top and jackets hanging on it, but when I stared at it for a few seconds it became my friend, G. It really looked like G was standing there, and I kept averting my eyes and glancing back to the coatrack, just to watch it transform into G. Then I forgot it was a coatrack and thought G was standing there. I think I asked someone if G had left, and they said he had, so I just ignored “him” in the other room, even though it was creepy. Inside my head, I seemed to have kept thinking about things, but I’d lose track of what I was thinking of very easily. It seemed like I’d be mid-thought and then I’d ask myself what I was just thinking about. Also, people tried to talk to me sometimes, and I couldn’t really follow them. Now, this is the most amazing, and most confusing, part of the experience for me. I’m not sure if I just thought we were discussing the song In-a-Gada-da-Vida before the diphenhydramine hit me, or if I just thought we’d been discussing it. And I don’t know if we were discussing it or if I was just thinking about it, or if I just thought I was thinking about it earlier. Someone in the living room was flipping through the channels, and he turned to a music channel -- this I’m pretty sure happened after discussion the next day, in fact, I apparently watched the same video as they did, the first time through. So he switched to this music channel, we were watching that video, and the next thing I know, the music is In-a-Gada-da-Vida and I’m seeing a butterfly flapping in the middle of the TV, and there’s swirls of color on the edges. The butterfly just keeps flapping and the patterns swirl, and the music keeps playing. I was watching it for a few seconds, when I realized everyone was looking at me, I assumed it was because they knew I was in a weird state of mind and that they thought it was ironic that the video was playing … so I kind of laughed at them, and they laughed too. I also must have thought G was still there, because I thought or said out loud, “G was right about the lyrics!” So a few minutes later after the video is done, (the next few sentences actually happened in real life) they’re flipping channels, and I realized that what just happened was a bit surreal, so I said, “Did you guys see that video? With the butterfly?” D just looks at me with a “What the fuck are you talking about?!” look on her face, and says, “Video with the butterfly?” And I say, “Yeah, the In-a-Gadda-da-Vida video.” I don’t think anyone understood what I was saying because I was having a hard time talking, and it was really slow and quiet, and they just had no clue what I was talking about. I couldn’t believe that it didn’t really happen, and so I tried to explain and refresh their memory, but I couldn’t explain or talk very well. I must have just dropped the subject. Someone turned to South Park, and it was the episode right after Isaac Hayes quit, so Chef’s voice was disjointed because they used old sound clips from him. I wans’t sure if that was real, but I saw the episode again the next day. The weirdest part of that episode was when one of the characters asked Chef if he was tripping … I thought Chef and the character were looking at me. I thought everyone else in the room was looking at me and laughing, so I laughed too. Some other things happen, I don’t remember all of the exact details. I know I was really jumpy the whole night. If someone turned up the volume in the TV, I would jump. If someone touched me, I’d jump. If there was any sudden movement or noise, I’d jump. It was getting late and I needed to go home, so E said he’d take J and I home. J later said I was walking across the yard to the car weird. I got in and E asked who wanted to go home first. He ended up taking J home first, but later J said he wanted me to go home first because he didn’t think I’d be able to give E directions to my house. But E made it to my house. We were talking about him living on a street that I used to live on that we passed on the way to my house, but I don’t know if that conversation really happened either, since I don’t think he lives on that street. I couldn’t get in the front door because it was locked and I couldn’t get the key in the hole, so I stomped around back and went in. I think I might have put on some Pink Floyd and gone to sleep, or maybe I just laid down and went to sleep, I don’t remember. Some random colors and explosions when I closed my eyes, nothing too exciting, and I fell asleep pretty quickly. I believe I slept for more than 12 hours that day, and I felt “off” for a few days after. Some things felt unreal for a few days. It feels like it changed my perspective, which is hard to explain, but I still feel that now, and it’s not in a bad way.
its somthing alot of people do as a kid, when they cant get any harder drugs. thats why i and alot of people i know done it. yeah, its interesting. sure, iv been through the stage where i just wanted everything and anything just to feel somthing and i didnt care what it was... alot of people go through that mentality, but now im far more selective and carfull about what i put into my body and brain. trying to balance out sanity and insanity isnt easy all the time.
