Right, this is my first post on Bluelight, so I hope this post is in accordance with the rules.
This Friday, I went out to an unnamed club for some ghetto house and weird acid. I didn't think the drug cocktail ingested was anything too hardcore since I have wide-ranging experience with all of the substances involved, but apparently either the pills were dodgy, the cocktail was too much, or I was too hungover. Long story short, everything went more or less swimmingly until I taxied home to bring my girlfriend who was locked out the keys to the house and then taxied back to the club. I was already on some speed, MDMA and ketamine, but decided to eat half a pill to keep the night going. That, as it turned out, was an extremely stupid decision.
It took me a while to realize that the fact that the DJ had orange, bubbly skin, and changed skin color regularly in various spots of his body was not at all normal - prior to that and for about half an hour, I was taking it matter-of-factly, like it's the most perfectly normal thing in the world. I should add that I never have this on psychedelic drugs - I always recognize hallucinations as such. Not in this case.
After I noticed that the dancers were similarly colorful, I didn't think much of it and decided to carry on, figuring the trip, whatever it was, would be over sooner rather than later. Then, after a very confused 10-15 minutes, I totally lost sense of what the hell was going on... I ended up grabbing a girl by her back - not because I wanted to grab her, mind you, but rather because I actually somehow thought she was human being and DJ software controller in one. I saw the knobs built into her back, and decided to "fix the sound". Naturally, me apologizing to her explaining what I just explained above only served to weird her out more.
This must have been about the point I've decided to go home because I also kept trying to pick up stuff from the floor - lighters and such - which I saw and thought I'd lost, except nothing was actually lying on the floor. I waved goodbye to my orange bubbly friend and stumbled out of the club. Unfortunately, I also decided to take public transportation. This was Saturday morning, so I was surrounded by normal people.
When I somehow made it to the train station, I had somehow completely forgotten where I was going, and where I was. I kept seeing things for something different than what they were, and at some point I ended up hugging a guy's backpack - the teenager was just standing in a group of tourists, but I had become convinced I was picking up my girlfriend somewhere, and saw his backpack as her. That is, she was standing right in front of me, smiling. As soon as I touch the backpack and the guy, they turned into themselves, and I scaredly walked away fast, scratching my neck and muttering something about the damn hallucinations. Thankfully, they laughed it off and didn't decide to beat me up, which would have been the easiest thing at the time.
After I got on the train, I got out one station later and instead of taking the connecting train for some reason walked back to the original station next to the club, I think because I still believed I was picking up my girlfriend. One there, I think I harassed some other person, before figuring that I was totally outside reality, probably going schizophrenic and needed to concentrate hard on just taking the trains and making it home.
Right, that went relatively well for a while: I got the trains, even including the connecting train. However, since things and people constantly kept turning into someone or something else, I decided on the connecting train the bearded guy sitting next to me must be my girlfriend, just that I see her as a bearded guy. This completely crazy thought seemed reasonable at the time; not sure if I tried touching him or talking to him, but I definitely freaked everyone the hell out when I was getting out of the train, by turning back a few times and repeating with a weak, sad voice, "baby, it's our station, we need to get out here". Of course, it was clear to everyone that the guy and I were strangers, so everyone must have thought I was talking to an empty seat. I can only imagine the horror at the sight.
Thank god by the time I got home it got better, but apparently I still made little sense in what I was saying. I decided to take a line of ketamine to calm down, insane idea I know but somehow it worked. I was able to be less anxious and go to bed. However, I also kept waking up talking about stuff that made zero sense. My girlfriend pissed herself at all the nonsense, thank god because if she had freaked out I would have gone deeper into the psychosis.
When I woke up, I felt relatively normal. I really wonder what the hell was in that pill, because as funny and absurd as all of this sounds, it also scared the hell out of me. I thought I had gone schizophrenic and there was no way back. I've been to drug psychosis before, but nowhere as bad as this - hallucinating and forgetting that I was seeing hallucinations, forgetting where I was going or what I was doing, thinking insane stuff that seemed perfectly normal, etc. Right now I feel more or less like the normal me and I hope it stays this way. No more drugs for a while for me, and no drinking.
