Nphyx":11f0pa2a said:
I used take ambien for insomnia; combine that with a couple shots of hard liquor and a determination to stay awake and you will have some really cool hallucinations. One of the most interesting aspects of that is that it's properly a hypnotic/dissociative; the product of that technicality is that it makes you very open to suggestion, and it also makes you pretty chatty, so you end up talking a lot about what you're experiencing and thus suggesting those experiences to eachother, resulting in some really nice shared hallucinations. The downside to it all is that it only actually does anything about half of the time; the other half the time you just get sleepy and stoned-feeling with jack-all for a trip.
I took Ambien for months and months. I never could remember ANYTHING I did after about 15 minutes from taking it. And I mean, complete wash. My husband would always tell me what I did the next day, but sometimes he'd tell me such crazy things I didn't believe him. I would have gotten off it sooner, but it was SO WONDERFUL to sleep. I felt rested all the time.
Mostly I just either:
a.) Wanted to dance (which is weird because I hate dancing)
b.) Got reeaaaalllllyyy horny
c.) Combined dancing and horniness (now you can see why he didn't mind putting up with me on it).
After about 30 minutes of acting crazy, I'd knock out, as if someone had punched me in the back of the head. Then I would sleep until morning and felt great.
Once he said I went outside in my pajamas to chase the cows, but I couldn't get over my fence.
Another time, I stood, staring at the vertical blinds for 20 minutes, and told him that we should listen to their music and learn from it.
Another time, I was talking to him about being on a train, and was acting like he was the ticketmaster, or someone trying to steal my ticket. Then he said I started kicking my legs and saying "choo! choo!" and making train noises. I still don't know if I can believe that.
Once I tried poledancing with a stand-up fan, it fell over, and I wonked my head on it.
Yet another time I broke my toe when I jumped/tripped off the stairs and landed retardedly.
Another time I started running suicides back and forth, from the kitchen to the living room, like 20 times. I was so sore the next day :x
I don't actually remember any of these things, but I always had the sore muscles/broken toe/head bump to prove it o_O
But I swear, despite all this, the sleep was magnificent o_o.
So I guess I lied when I said I'd never taken drugs but I didn't know prescriptions counted :P. Other than that I've been prescribed all kinds of shit (valium, morphine, codeine, 100 different kinds of antibiotics, asthma meds, etc etc etc) so I never consider them drugs.