Clonazepam and alcohol erowid dmt experience

By | 21.01.2018

The order of the events you are about to read are unknown, and neither is the validity. But after a few glups of beer it was gone. Everything were sooo sloow in my head. I knew where that was and I remember my frame of mind. Apparently I called my ex-girl friend to tell her I loved her and the next day when I told her about the experience she said I called her at three in the morning crying and carrying on about this and that and I freaked the shit out of her. Two Days of LSD Psychosis

I took one more pill and chewed it carefully. The taste was incredible discusting. But after a few glups of beer it was gone. But at this time I wanted to go out from his apartment, and so we did. Just to walk felt like a life-task if you know what I mean. I felt like a marionette on my own without the ropes. Still this felt quite funny. There was nothing in the world that could have scared me at that moment.

I was the strongest man alive. I didn't really cared about anything. Nothing felt important, still everything felt funny in some kind of way. The total freedom from anguish and fear was the highlight of the whole experience. And I'm a very neurotic, paranoid person normaly. Me and Flute were taking of from our older friends and headed for a party with our regular friends. At this time we had bought a bottle of Vodka that we had finished.

Everything was really fucked up. Well, at this moment my relation with time ended and there are alot of gaps in my memory, but I'll do the best I can to get a picture of what happened next. Well, we came to the party, now I know that it was a bad idea to go there. Well, that's not the case anyway. When I got in people were looking at me and laughing. Some in a 'What the hell is he doing' way and some in a 'Oh my God, he's totaly wasted' way. And they were so right.

But at that time I couldn't understand it, I couldn't understand anything eccept that I wanted more beer and that I wanted to sit down and smoke a cigarette. I don't know but I think I swallowed one more pill at this time. I sat down in a couch and relaxed. I guess I relaxed a little to much. I tried to place the beer on the table but missed it with about one meter.

Everything were sooo sloow in my head. I could hear people talking about me and with me, but I couldn't care about them. I just wanted to smoke my cigarette. When I stub out the cigarette I missed the ashtray and did it on a walkman instead. People were screaming to me that I was doing something wrong. The order of the events you are about to read are unknown, and neither is the validity.

My brother, R, was also in the car and had consumed a small amount of the clonasepam as well. He was in the backseat. There is a small park near B's house that we must have driven to at some point after the cemetery. We allegedly drank there. With a BAC of. I then was told by my brother that I was driving on the bike path at a supposedly high speed. It was then, that I hit a tree I drove off about 20 seconds after hitting the tree and just as the police reached the seen.

Apparently, my driving on the bike path was previously and immediately reported. I then drove off down the road, and must have taken a left onto PG road where my car was found in the middle of an intersection I remember saying to a police officer after being asked about the blood 'I have chapped lips' We were then taken to the hospital I was released into police custody and taken to the station..

All I remember is seeing the pills near the cop and hoping he'd leave just for a moment and wanting to steal them. Apparently I said something offensive cause I remember the cop getting nasty with me and saying, Hey, you're lucky I'm releasing you on this 20, dollar I bond. I then went home. I do not remember this day except for a few images that I can recall I walked to meet B at On the way, an old friend, Jack saw me. He said, Hey J. I stumbled to the car and allegedly said 'who the hell are you?

He dropped me off and I assume I met B there. From there we must have walked a ways to the police station where he said he needed to meet an officer. I knew where that was and I remember my frame of mind. We must have walked another long walk because somehow we ended up at Wendy's. B had stolen his mom's cell phone which he does not remember, along with this stange string of events I was told, just today, that I talked to two of my friends, S and M on that phone in wendy's.

S described my tone the day after taking the drugs, and the accident with no further dosing as it being 'not me at all'. I supposedly went on to say that the accident was all her fault and if she would have picked us up that fateful day, it would have never happened. Thing is, she wasn't supposed to pick us up from anywhere that day and we hadn't even talked to her.

Where I got that from, I dunno. B was later picked up from wendy's by his mom.

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1 thoughts on “Clonazepam and alcohol erowid dmt experience

  1. Yozshull

    After suffering crippling anxiety and panic attacks in 2006, this amazing med made me myself again. Not high, not loopy, not drowsy. Just me again. I took 0.5 mg twice a day for 6 months, then tapered down and off of it with no side effects or dependency issues. Back on again in 2014 during another bad patch for three months, same dosage. On both occasions, neither Xanax nor Ativan could even make a dent in my anxiety. I am so grateful to the makers of Klonopin and to the docs who prescribed it. It literally takes my quality of life from a 2 to a 10 in times of need.

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