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>Did/do you get any insight or gain knowledge from your delirium? Or is it just like lolz 'interesting' delirium
>Is there anything to reflect on the next day?
This is copy-pasted from my post on another site:
People say that there's nothing to learn from deliriants, and that anyone who does them should do psychedelics instead. Personally, I've never been particularly impressed by the revelations I had from psychedelics. More importantly, I was never impressed by the visuals either. Ever since I first learned about drugs in D.A.R.E., I was fascinated with the idea of "acid", fueled by old movie depictions of what an acid trip was like. Later on in my life, I tried acid and was unimpressed. I wanted movie acid, a drug that makes your walls turn to liquid light shows and your floor to sand while sitar music plays from thin air and you're tormented by angry cartoon characters and the disembodied heads of your relatives. Instead I got visual-free mindfucks that made me feel like I was going insane in completely alien ways. Shrooms had the same effect; I gave up on hallucinogens entirely until I discovered the combo of Dextromethorphan and Diphenhydramine (ironically, I'd tried both of them on their own beforehand and been thoroughly unimpressed). Finally I had discovered the drug of my dreams! A drug with all the effects of "movie acid", plus awesome effects of its own, without feeling like I was going insane. And I could get it for $5 any pharmacy store! What more could I ask for? It's a good thing that gives me a hangover or I could see myself getting hooked. As it is, I try to not do it more than once a month; I figure that if that's a safe interval for MDMA, it's safe for comboing too. Honestly, the biggest downside is getting nothing but judgment and derision from nearly everyone else who does drugs. Not that I expect a different reception here...
People never seem to have anything to say about deliriants besides "It's stupid, don't do it" and "I tried them once when I was 15 and it was bad/weird/good but I wouldn't do it again." I think this is a shame; I've found them (or at least the DXM/DPH combo) to be endlessly fascinating. It's effects are myriad; it gives you a body/head high that feels like being extremely drunk and high, to the point where you just feel "fucked up", gives clear (as clear as you can focus your eyes) hallucinations of both "psychedelic" visual effects (moving textures both real and hallucinated, objects shaking, twitching, or turning inside out, smoke or hairs rising from surfaces, walls seeming to melt, darkness turning into fractals or twisting knots) to classical deliriant (seeing and interacting with seemingly real people, animals and objects) to combinations (toys/clothes moving on their own, pictures moving or turning 3D, geometrically indescribably objects that that continuously changed formed hovering as if they were balloons around me). Music sounds different; sometimes better, sometimes worse, frequently totally different. White noise turns into music, or voices talking indistinctly. You can hear literally anything else imaginable as an audio hallucination; I hear a lot of people calling my name (not real) and people arguing (my neighbors argue all the time when I'm sober so who knows).
If you close your eyes, you're transported into an instant dreamscape. Mine are almost always somewhat lucid dreams; I can control what I do, but not any more than I could in real life. Sometimes they're actual events from my life, reproduced in what seems like minute detail, and ranging from the previous day to my childhood. Other times they're like "real" dreams, made up from whole cloth. They can last as long as regular dreams in relation to the amount of time that actually passes; I once had a "dream" that seemed to last for several days but in fact only lasted 12 minutes. I usually end up snapping myself out of that state before that long has passed, frequently by talking to someone in my dream out loud and "waking" myself up. Sometimes, if you let your mind wander without closing your eyes, you can watch reality start to take the form of your dreams. I once stared idly at the ceiling (which was covered in grass) as a mailbox and one of those igloo shaped doghouses rose out of the grass like something surfacing from underwater, ripples in the grass and all. Then, a very happy looking collie ran out from the house and around the ceiling. He ran out a window but back in another one, which I thought was hilarious as I grabbed a handful of chips from the bowl next to me. Then, I watched as he noticed me, ran over to where I was, and jumped up towards me. I could smell his breath. I dodged to the left so he wouldn't hit me in the face (my ceiling was a lot lower than usual at this point), but he stopped right about where the top of my head would have been and "fell" back towards the yard on my ceiling. "Of course!" I thought, "He's falling back because he reached the top of his jump." I felt very proud of myself for coming to this revelation. Then I realized that that made no sense in regards to how I was sitting. Then I realized the ceiling was just the ceiling, albeit swimming in vaguely rectangular shapes that look sort of like plant cells under a microscope (another common hallucination). Then I realized that there was no bowl of chips and I was holding a handful of ashes. I must have grabbed from the ash tray by mistake! Then I realized that I had emptied my ashtray beforehand so I wouldn't spill it while delirious. Then I realized that there really was a metal bowl, but I still had a handful of ash. I looked closely at the ash, which floated off my hand and flew away like a swarm of tiny gnats. Then I closed my eyes...
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