bineon
12-03-2008, 04:45
So a friend of mine tried Alprazolam combined with Melatonin and took some notes on it, here they are.
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9:50PM - Alprazolam - 1.5mg - Oral
9:55PM - Alprazolam - 0.5mg - Insufflated
~10:30PM - Melatonin - 9mg - Oral
Notes:
-10:05PM
Milkdrop is fully emmersing.
-2:33AM
I wake up listening to music curious WTF? I seem to be sweating and my headphones are on. It's like suddenly I snapped back into conciousness or something, maybe I was asleep, maybe not. Goodnight.
-10:52AM ...Or so I thought
I had a very active dreaming mind last night, where as I usually don't have (or perhaps, remember) dreams. At some points the very last dream I had was very terrifying.
Dream 1: All I remember is that there WAS a dream 1, I just cant remember it and haven't the time to think. If/when I do, I will write more.
Dream 2:
I seemed to be in some sort of office building sneaking by sleeping security guards in order to steal stuff from different offices with friends of mine. It, all in all, wasn't that interesting of a dream nor was it very controllable. It was however, very lucid and clear.
[Woke up very hung over, back to sleep]
Dream 3:
In this VERY vivid dream I am at my father's house combined with my mother's house. I realize that the person I thought to be my father for the past 16 years of my life is now suddenly not (I find out my dad's not my REAL dad). I then realize my mom's newly acquired job is actually no more than her going to events with my REAL father (thus cheating on my stepfather).
It was a VERY vivid dream with everything so real as if I could touch it. I could hear things... people. I could see like I've never been able to in a dream. Nightmares are one thing where you wake up and realize it was only a dream, but this was far more lucid and I realized I was in a dream around half-way through. I, however, had this feeling that it wasn't actually a dream but instead an inescapable coma (caused by the medication I took on this night). I attempt to wake myself up quite a few times with no success.
Near the end of the dream I'm in my father's backyard. There is a large a pile of (random) wood chips to the left of me and it seems to be a bit dark.
A man approaches who I associate with "God". He said something along the lines of "you need to push this man off your body" and I assumed he meant in the real-life form of me, not the dream state in which I was currently. I concluded that, in my OOD state, a man (doctor) was over me, seeing if I had any signs of life or response (as if I were in a coma).
I followed this "God" person a bit and he said he could help get me out. He tried one method once with no success and I "woke up" but only in the dream, and I realized it within a little bit of waking up... Not being where I was supposed to. It was at this point I was really convinced that I'd fallen into a drug-induced coma. For all I knew it could have been days since I'd fallen asleep, and perhaps they had put me into the hospital because I was in a coma. I felt like I would be in this dream-state forever with no chance of escape and at this point contemplated suicide (in the dream), though I knew that I could very well be acting out my actions in real life (say, if I were to jump off the back porch of my house, which wouldn't even kill me but would still not be good.) I followed the help of this man once more as he pulled up to me in a truck (he was talking to someone else in the truck about "just killing" me). I felt that no more harm could be done to me than had already and was not worried about him killing me, more relieved. At this point he tried another "method" of assisting my escape and, concluding this, I did wake up.
It was a very very scary experience though I must say I'm glad I had it before ever tripping on salvia (or anything), as I find it comparable to descriptions of those out of body experiences (where you feel dead and totally discorporate). I believe I'm now much better prepared to discorporate (or leave my body) than I was previously, and am all in all thankful, but still very shook up that this happened. I'm also much happier it happened in a dream where I could simply pop-out of it, as opposed to come down.
The man I related so closely to God resembles no one that I can think of at this point, which is why I assume that it wasn't actually anyone I knew, and instead someone from the "other side" that helped me escape my great fear. The irony of the dream was great because he seemed to be the only other person that was aware that I was in a dream (as opposed to my mom and dad who acted as they normally would). It was as if he came to me in my dream and assisted me through it, knowing how difficult it was.
I must say it has left me a bit weary to sleep tonight but I believe if it happens again I will be prepared to handle it and make it a "good time".
[quote]
9:50PM - Alprazolam - 1.5mg - Oral
9:55PM - Alprazolam - 0.5mg - Insufflated
~10:30PM - Melatonin - 9mg - Oral
Notes:
-10:05PM
Milkdrop is fully emmersing.
-2:33AM
I wake up listening to music curious WTF? I seem to be sweating and my headphones are on. It's like suddenly I snapped back into conciousness or something, maybe I was asleep, maybe not. Goodnight.
-10:52AM ...Or so I thought
I had a very active dreaming mind last night, where as I usually don't have (or perhaps, remember) dreams. At some points the very last dream I had was very terrifying.
Dream 1: All I remember is that there WAS a dream 1, I just cant remember it and haven't the time to think. If/when I do, I will write more.
Dream 2:
I seemed to be in some sort of office building sneaking by sleeping security guards in order to steal stuff from different offices with friends of mine. It, all in all, wasn't that interesting of a dream nor was it very controllable. It was however, very lucid and clear.
[Woke up very hung over, back to sleep]
Dream 3:
In this VERY vivid dream I am at my father's house combined with my mother's house. I realize that the person I thought to be my father for the past 16 years of my life is now suddenly not (I find out my dad's not my REAL dad). I then realize my mom's newly acquired job is actually no more than her going to events with my REAL father (thus cheating on my stepfather).
It was a VERY vivid dream with everything so real as if I could touch it. I could hear things... people. I could see like I've never been able to in a dream. Nightmares are one thing where you wake up and realize it was only a dream, but this was far more lucid and I realized I was in a dream around half-way through. I, however, had this feeling that it wasn't actually a dream but instead an inescapable coma (caused by the medication I took on this night). I attempt to wake myself up quite a few times with no success.
Near the end of the dream I'm in my father's backyard. There is a large a pile of (random) wood chips to the left of me and it seems to be a bit dark.
A man approaches who I associate with "God". He said something along the lines of "you need to push this man off your body" and I assumed he meant in the real-life form of me, not the dream state in which I was currently. I concluded that, in my OOD state, a man (doctor) was over me, seeing if I had any signs of life or response (as if I were in a coma).
I followed this "God" person a bit and he said he could help get me out. He tried one method once with no success and I "woke up" but only in the dream, and I realized it within a little bit of waking up... Not being where I was supposed to. It was at this point I was really convinced that I'd fallen into a drug-induced coma. For all I knew it could have been days since I'd fallen asleep, and perhaps they had put me into the hospital because I was in a coma. I felt like I would be in this dream-state forever with no chance of escape and at this point contemplated suicide (in the dream), though I knew that I could very well be acting out my actions in real life (say, if I were to jump off the back porch of my house, which wouldn't even kill me but would still not be good.) I followed the help of this man once more as he pulled up to me in a truck (he was talking to someone else in the truck about "just killing" me). I felt that no more harm could be done to me than had already and was not worried about him killing me, more relieved. At this point he tried another "method" of assisting my escape and, concluding this, I did wake up.
It was a very very scary experience though I must say I'm glad I had it before ever tripping on salvia (or anything), as I find it comparable to descriptions of those out of body experiences (where you feel dead and totally discorporate). I believe I'm now much better prepared to discorporate (or leave my body) than I was previously, and am all in all thankful, but still very shook up that this happened. I'm also much happier it happened in a dream where I could simply pop-out of it, as opposed to come down.
The man I related so closely to God resembles no one that I can think of at this point, which is why I assume that it wasn't actually anyone I knew, and instead someone from the "other side" that helped me escape my great fear. The irony of the dream was great because he seemed to be the only other person that was aware that I was in a dream (as opposed to my mom and dad who acted as they normally would). It was as if he came to me in my dream and assisted me through it, knowing how difficult it was.
I must say it has left me a bit weary to sleep tonight but I believe if it happens again I will be prepared to handle it and make it a "good time".