DOSE: T+ 0:00	500 mg	oral	Dimenhydrinate	(pill / tablet)
T+ 1:00	500 mg	oral	Dimenhydrinate	(pill / tablet)

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

Stretching the Experience

I had been experimenting with dimenhydrinate frequently for around a month. I began with taking 5 pills (250 mg) and slowly worked my way up to what I have found to be a comfortable dose of 10 pills (500 mg). A few days before, I had discovered that taking an extra 5 pills after an hour or so (totaling 750 mg) produced some strong visuals.

It is worth noting that I have taken dimenhydrinate as Gravol, the same pills I used for the high, at a dose of 100 mg since childhood for motion sickness. I have taken 100 mg very frequently as trips as short as 20 minutes can make me quite nauseous, I have not noticed the effects lowered since I began abusing the pills (though that could very possibly be placebo).

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My girlfriend had made arrangements to stay the night at my house as we were supposed to get acid that day and planned to try it that night. The plan fell through and in frustration, I suggested we try upping the dose of dimenhydrinate. She was accustomed to taking 500 mg and letting the high play out. Instead, we planned to take 1000 mg over the course of the night. We intended to add a small dose of DXM later on, but forgot in the midst of the high.

10:00 pm: GF and I each ingested ten 50 mg pills with just water. We settled in, sitting on my bed, and just talked comfortably while waiting.

10:30 pm: Neither of us felt much yet. I wanted to put on a movie, but GF thought I would fall asleep (I probably would've).

11:00 pm: I decided I would take a few more pills. GF agreed, and after watching her take another ten, I thought I'd try the same. The last few pills felt stuck in my throat and it was extremely uncomfortable. I downed a bottle of water to find absolutely no relief, then GF got me a piece of bread to push the pills down. It worked (I thought, at least).

11:30 pm: Somehow, we found ourselves on the topic of church experiences. I was raised Catholic. I wanted to explain to GF how the order of Catholic Mass is very exact and picked up my phone to google the order of service. I realized how heavy my arms felt when I tried to hold my phone up - I felt clumsy, like my movements were too extreme for the small keys. I'd experienced much worse before so I carried on, balancing my hand on my knee.

11:45 pm: I realized how much I was talking when my mouth grew extremely dry. I hadn't shut up about Catholicism and was explaining every step of Mass in grand detail, down to the differences in each of the three priests I served growing up. I was quite embarrassed but GF was interested in the conversation.

12:00 am: GF started to snack on the popcorn we'd brought upstairs and noted her teeth felt odd, but couldn't explain the sensation. I tried some popcorn for myself and it felt much like the strange discomfort of sensitive teeth when biting ice cream, but without the surging pain/cold. I disliked it and tried to avoid eating, but now I was certain I could feel the pills stuck in my throat again. I ate more popcorn to clear my throat but the sensation kept getting worse. I was still 'together' enough to realize this feeling was probably just in my head and tried to distract myself. My eye was dry and itching, so I focused on rubbing it. It felt very satisfying and I couldn't stop rubbing circles on my eyelid.

1:08 am: I have very little idea about what was done up to this point, but I do remember looking at my phone and seeing this time, but being very confused by it. I felt like it should've been earlier in the evening and had to really focus on the memory to figure out what had taken up all the time leading to 10 pm. Around this time GF told me to look to the right because it looked like I'd burst a vessel in my eye. I couldn't figure out what she meant and kept turning my whole head to the right, trying to see whatever she was telling me to look at (not understanding she just wanted me to turn my eye.)

1:30 am: GF wanted to make Kraft Dinner, so I followed her downstairs. My knees were very shaky and I remember internally comparing it to an experience I had in a psych ward several years ago in which I was given several new prescriptions and no breakfast. I sat down to watch GF cook and realized abruptly that my teeth were clenched tightly. Opening my jaw provided much relief, I hadn't noticed until then that my head was beginning to hurt from the tension. I had to place my tongue between my teeth to stop them from closing. It felt like they were chattering, but without reopening.

1:45 am: GF ate her Kraft Dinner, which I was repulsed by for whatever reason. I didn't feel nauseous, exactly, I just wasn't at all interested in food, and I felt as though I could puke if I chose to. At this point my cat walked under the table. I remember staring at the cat, absolutely amazed by the idea that humans just let these furry creatures reside in their homes, while also in awe of their very existence - tiny animals with four feet and individual personalities, not to mention thoughts of their own!

I was sure that I had some strange ability to understand more than what 'normal humans' could. Every basic societal process seemed foreign and extremely interesting, as though I was an alien who'd never observed human life before. I tried to tell GF about all the new things I'd learned - beginning with how strange it was that we had all this differently textured and flavored nutrition, cupboards and cupboards full. Why not just eat pellets like pet rodents? - but she just stared at me blankly. When I paused to think about how odd her reaction was, I realized the words coming out of my mouth were not at all what I was thinking and I was talking about my parents' separation.

I didn't remember any of the sentence at all, so I stopped talking. GF began talking instead, but not conversationally. She made no sense, talking about the Christmas decorations we'd planned to put up the next day, but letting that sentence run right into one about the darkness outside. I commented back but it seemed like she didn't remember what she'd said. I began to wonder if she'd said anything at all. It was starting to scare me a little, we couldn't seem to communicate at all. I grew worried about losing her in this abyss of disconnection and couldn't possibly let go of her hand. We returned to my room.

??? between 1:45 and 4:30 am: GF laid down in my bed and I climbed in beside her. I thought the light had been on when I came in, but it was definitely off for most (if not all) of the time I was in the bed. I kept looking toward my bookcase and door, thinking figures were forming in the shadows. I couldn't focus on them but felt a sense of urgency, like something was chasing me, but I was lying still. It took a long time to muster the strength to get on my knees and pull the curtains shut - for some reason, this stopped all the anxiety and the room felt calm. GF continued to babble for quite some time.

At some point, I left to use the washroom. I had to pee very badly. I got as far as sitting down on the toilet before my 'alien knowledge' complex returned. I was so excited to go back to the room and tell GF about how odd it is that humans have a bowl of water in which they let waste fall from their bodies. In fact, it seemed absolutely hilarious that people cover up the holes from which waste exits the body with pants. I wanted GF to see how utterly strange society is but she had no idea what I was talking about.

I asked her if we could have sex and she agreed, but wanted to wait because she felt nauseous. I held her close to me. Her eyes were closed and I remember repeatedly shaking her, reminding her not to fall asleep because I wanted to eat her out. I realized, after a long period of time in which I shook her awake while babbling nonsense repeatedly, that I would be unable to do this because I couldn't unclench my jaw nor stick my tongue out past my lips without feeling an intense gagging sensation. I became convinced the pills were still stuck in my throat.

4:30 am: I checked my phone and couldn't believe it was even past 2. I thought I remembered having a lengthy conversation with GF at this point and was quite certain we discussed the internet and its development, but she doesn't remember this at all. I don't remember anything past this point until waking up at 10:00 am the next morning, so this could have been a dream.

The next morning, I was still somewhat disoriented. My vision was somewhat blurry in one eye. I didn't notice this until I tried to play a mobile game and the text was unclear. This was very frustrating but went away in about an hour. I felt slightly sick, not so much nausea as a very mild gagging feeling. In a few hours I felt much better, but I wouldn't say I felt 'normal' until late afternoon.

I do enjoy dimenhydrinate and this was not a bad experience. I still find the alien feeling quite entertaining and will definitely attempt to replicate this experience. GF and I will likely try adding DXM in the future.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 107369
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Dec 19, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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