For anyone interested, this is what it's genuinely like on DPH and other deliriants. Not only that, but you believe its real 100%, unlike on standard psychedelics
I'd say the music playing is probably not very realistic and it's overall too noisy. The auditory hallucinations were worse than the visual disturbances, but they almost always took the form of someone talking in a clear, sharp voice from around the corner that's just outside your normal range of hearing. Imagine you're listening to music through headphones and someone yells your name unexpectedly and you can kind of recognize it through the noise and because it's your name, it startles you and you pay attention. That's what it mostly sounds like, just without the music.
The most poignant thing was probably that hand that appeared and then disappeared. That's realistic; things would be there and then they'd just disappear, and it wasn't based on your realization of their non-reality, it just seemed to happen at random. The best way I can describe them is they're like when you can see something with one eye but not the other -- it's there in your vision, you close your one eye, and it's gone.
You have to understand that it's not just like you're normal except there are hallucinations where you can rationally work out that they aren't real... the drug has an extremely powerful effect of "depersonalization", where you feel like your mind is separate from and trapped in your own body rather than as an integrated part of it. Just imagine being able to consciously feel every fold of fabric of your clothing throughout the day; it's a bit like that but with your body instead of your clothes.
I messed around with this stuff for a number of years after being introduced to it as a teenager, in its Dimenhydrinate form. Got up to doses of 25 at a time, almost nightly (like anything, you build a tolerance). I'd have big brain fog until noon or 1 pm the next day. One time I mixed it with booze and zopiclone and found my keys in the dishwasher and I woke up fully clothed, sideways on the bed, with a knife in my hands at 4 PM the next day. I think that's the closest I ever came to dying. Eventually, I traded it for an opiate addiction... and my life improved
significantly, because this shit is a horror-drug. I couldn't tell you why I kept using it; it was extremely uncomfortable.
Been clean and sober for going on 7 years, now with a great job and a couple kids, just in case anyone is concerned -- I consider every day since that one a gift.
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