Even at the twelth hour there was no easy way to relax and sleep. Use higher dosages with caution. Voices, and even music, seemed to be intrusive. I didn't want to share my space with anyone. I was reminded of mescaline, in that I kept losing the awareness of the drug's role in my experience.
Visual exaggerations are probably right around the corner.
The residual effects were too much to ignore, but 100 milligrams of phenobarb at about the twelth hour allowed me to lie down quietly. Much day-dreaming in erotic areas, but by and large, it went on a bit too long. I was tired. In the literary world, the guy who is on your side, your leader, your champion, is the protagonist and the guy he battles, your enemy, is the antagonist. These same roles are played in the world of pharmacology, but the names are slightly changed.