Citation: Armada. "Good for a 6 Hour Time Travel: An Experience with Diazepam & Zolpidem (exp83157)". Erowid.org. Sep 12, 2019. erowid.org/exp/83157
So, other than the very occasional weekend painkiller binges I indulge in, I only take a small doses of Effexor every day for depression/anxiety and smoke about 3-4 bowls of high quality weed throughout the whole day. I don't really drink, unless I'm at a party or something.
Anyway, I recently came into possession of 3 10mg Diazepam pills. I had taken Valium once before, but it was a real small amount just to help fall asleep. I was feeling super tense at work that day and decided to pop one of the Diazepams at ~3:00pm just for the hell of it. About a half hour later I feel like I had maybe taken a small bong hit or something, but that was it. Not feeling much of an effect, at 5:45 or so, halfway on my way home, I decided to take the other 2 pills. I kept them in the same bottle that I keep some Ambien in that I use when I can't sleep, and I noticed that one of them had broken in half. It bothered me seeing 2 ugly broken pieces just hanging out with all the nice looking full ones, so I said fuck it, and took both halves of Ambien as well.
6:00pm. I get home, take a shower, and sit down at my computer to chill and smoke a couple bowls. After a couple hits, I basically feel just super high on weed. I finish the first bowl and realize that this is the pills kicking in. At this point I get completely lost in whatever I was reading or doing on my computer and it takes me about 15 minutes to just smoke my second tiny bowl.
7:00pm. I still just feel like I have a crazy marijuana high going on, but I'm also clumsy as hell. I go into my roomate's unfinished room to ask her if she wanted any help painting, tripping on something and stumbling in there like a drunk guy. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' she asks. I just said I got a little too high. This is where my memory starts getting foggy. I just keep trying to help her paint the walls but she insists that I'm acting really really weird and to just go away. I don't know how I was acting exactly. Later I learned that I was pausing in the middle of my sentences and just zoning out for 2-3 seconds at a time. Eventually I told her I had taken some Valium and an Ambien earlier and she just made me go downstairs and watch TV.
7:30pm. As I'm watching TV, laying on the couch, I start to get some of the craziest visual hallucinations I've ever had. I've done mushrooms 3 times before and, visually speaking, this was much more intense. My entire field of vision at one point began to merge into a single, kaleidoscope looking brownish white blob that seemed to engulf my face. I close my eyes and see some pretty awesome things. This is the last thing I remember.
1:43am. I wake up in my bed, feeling 100% sober, but a little dreamy...light headed kinda, you know. I run into my roomate's room, wake her up and ask what the hell is going on. I have no recollection of going to my room, or for that matter, the last 6 hours. She said I was just passed out on the couch. She was shaking me and yelling at my face but I just wouldn't wake up. Supposedly I kinda sat up and looked around at one point, but then just passed back out. She said eventually I woke up just went to bed without saying a thing.
I mean, I've gotten drunk to the point where entire nights are just faint blips of memories, but at least I can always remember certain events or how I ended up where I woke up. But this was my first ever legitimate, full blown, I-have-no-idea-what-happened-at-all blackout.
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