Hello,
Here is a live-documented experience regarding the use of chronic Marijuana, and 10mg Ambien pills. Involved are three individuals that go by "AC", "SM", and "TB". Full names and personal details have been excised from the original recorded content:
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Memento 1:
[9:14pm] The Quest:
-To find out why the land moves when we walk on it.
-To find out why negative spaces and uncovered walls seem to teeter & totter around.
[9:17pm] The Recap: (group feedback)
1 Bowl chronic smoked – three ways @8:45pm
Found iTunes Visualizer app – trippy visualizer
AC popped 20mg Ambien orally
SM shot 20mg Ambien orally
TB popped 10mg Ambien orally ALL @ 8:50pm
The experiences:
[recalled @ 9:25pm • AC: I felt really relaxed for the first 15 minutes, but the subsequent experieences have been very dissociative as well. You forget which thought you ought to focus on. In between these periods of insanity, I experienced hallociantions.
[recalled @ 9:29pm • TB: since we started weird stuff has come to pass. The ambient keeps my head very distance from reality, but perhaps my head engulfs reality—weird. Music is pretty sweet, sounds awesome. The floor feels like its moving when we walk around, we hope to figure why this occurs. As such were about to venture on a mission to solve our problem
-peace-
update{just invented new word: rebigeristà an artful movement by a group of people, in the moment – not planned out , interacting, behaving in artful forms. Highly subjective artfulness and cunning artifice wither else way there would be none.
[recalled @ 9:33pm • SM: I initially feel very smug and insincere. I plug up my nose at those around me, grinning like some kind of devilish tartan beast. After a few minutes, the weed hits me over the head like a snow blanket filled with lead being dragged over my body up to the skull. Yes, the weed soothes me – caresses me into a calm state of Zarathustrain dominance. Bliss? I begin to lose sight and care of thoughts and unawares. From fear comes free through the eyes of a goddess, zealfalistrí. My thoughts tend to surround only things of utter and upmost interest. I shudder a shoulder nary a way or a weigh; indeed, the weight of the thought and the path of the thought. Ah yes, simple chemicals. In all, thoughts only cater to thoughts of commensurate prestige and esotery. A thought has substance – yes, he holds many an idea and an ideal of maintaining many fluid ideas. This substance, therefore, has weight! A unique weight at that, but wait: what about the way of the thought’s path? We discussed the weight – the substance – of a thought already. The thought’s path leads him to uncertainty. How can one know ones end, then live life in its pursuit, eternally? The shuttering end always manifests itself in the holder’s eyes. Life then reverts to any safehaven or ortherwise aversion to the End. Thoughts are timeless, they have substance, and they have a designation. This drug combo seems to inhibit and alter this normal functional process. Thought lines are awkwardly aberrant: hyperfocus, hyofocus, loss of thought-line, giddiness, deep self examination.
[10:00pm] Adventure: Gather up the troops, then leave. More MJ will be smoked. No more Ambien. Que te vaya bien.
Memento 2:
[11:11pm] After the adventure…
AC:
TB: our adventure…
SM:
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Note:
Apart from various small self-incrimination amendments, none of this record has been modified from its original post/concurrent-experience documentation.
Key points:
The three all agreed (both during and afterward) that severe physical disorientation manifested in a very describable way: whenever any of the three began to walk, floors and walls transformed and shifted uncontrollably - as if an earthquake were in progress. All three agreed that this great physical alteration was very curious and enjoyable, rather than frightening.
Conclusion:
Much potential lies in this combination.
Warning notes:
Please be advised that zolpidem tartrate is a fast-acting drug; it does not affect any biosystems for any great amount of time. Abstain from taking Ambien if you have known gamma amino butyric acid receptor problems, or if you do not have at least eight hours of time you can devote to staying away from dangerous activities, including driving.
This experience is meant to be read only - attempting to mimic or repeat the above events is not encouraged or condoned by me or this post...
Enjoy!