Citation: limeo. "An Involuntary Trip: An Experience with Zolpidem (Ambien) (exp44488)". Erowid.org. Jan 26, 2020. erowid.org/exp/44488
For whatever reason (stress related, most likely), I had, a few months ago, developed insomnia. I consulted my doctor, and she prescribed me ten pills of lorazepam (ativan). That night, I took one pill and lied in bed, hoping to peacefully roll off into lollypop land. Half an hour passes. An hour passes. I pop a second pill, but it had absolutely no effect.
The next day, I called Doc and, after long deliberation, prescribed a happy sounding pill called Ambien.
That night, I took the pill as recommended, and fell asleep fine. The next night, I snuggled into bed and downed an Ambien. At that time, I had a laptop which I kept next to me in bed (psychoanalyze that all you want), and continued to chat as the drug disolved into my bloodstream.
Slowly, EVER so slowly, the lines of chat began to wave back and forth. I ran my finger across the screen, wondering if it was my eyes or some computer malfunction. It was like touching water: there were ripple effects from where each finger tip touched the screen. The light of the lamppost that shone outside my window began approaching me, and I saw this devil - almost Scream mask-esque in quality - opening and closing its mouth.
I began to panic, and told my chat buddy everything that was 'happening' to me, the windows, the computer screen. I decied to call him, so I crawled from my bed to the chair next to my window (the devil was gone by then) and dialed his number. I have no idea what our conversation was about. He recalls it as the funniest/scariest conversation he ever had. The only thing I truly remember is watching the jackets on the other chair having sex. Yes, you read right. Having sex. He says I remarked that it was 'natural that they're having sex. Yeah, I can see why they would find each other attractive.' from some corner of the room (I.e., corner of my mind), I heard demonic rap music. The patterns on a piece of fabric moved in waves, as did the floor. Now if THAT ain't tripping, I don't know what is.
A few weeks later I took an ambien and intentionally stayed awake to see what other effects the drug has on me (it doesn't really zonk me out per se). One word sums it up brilliantly: STUPID. I do the stupidest things. Things I would NEVER do if I were fully conscious. I will spare you the details, but I must say... It's hilarious as a person that loves to laugh at myself (I'm all about that).
The first trip I had on ambien was scary as hell, mostly because I had no idea that would happen. But now that I know it just makes me stupid and funny, it's a great way to escape from a bad day/week/month.
(coincidentally, last night I downed the last seven pills (3.5 mg) of lorazepam and had a wonderful, wonderful high (coupled with a few hits of cannibis).)
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