Dude, I don't know where else to post this so you can bare my long arse story about an MDMA trip that has really fucking truamatised me.
I've never been a huge drug user, but I've done 2-CB, Cocaine, dope, and MDMA, oh and Ket but eh. Anyway I've done Mandy a few times now, first time made me go cold turkey on all drugs for a long time because I wasnt secure with being open and soppy. Second time was the bang after throwing up and feeling like death for the first five minutes. Thing is, I didn't think MDMA would ever give you a trip, like seeing colours and things I think come with it quite fittingly. But last night was quite something different, my friend brought 6 capsules over containing I'd say .2-.3 of the powdery brown rocks, and then what looked like paracetamol (they were in paracetamol capsules) moving on i took a capsule, sniffed a line and started rolling 40 minutes in. And hour or so later my girlfriend (who isn't rolling) asks if I want a bath. So I'm loving life and thinking hell yeah. But as we smoked out fags and she laid on my chest nothing seemed more fitting than closing my eyes... Bad fucking idea. I thought my eyes were open, and I was staring into her forehead, her skin pigments began to fade and so did the pores. I began seeing faint orange and green lines with 0110100110101001s racing up and down. I personally though this is cool, a second later her forehead disappeared completely and instead my beautiful girlfriend had an old style computer screen lodged perfectly into her forehead, it read "Failed connection...". Then the world went silent and I just saw black hair floating around in the bath tub and a cold dead body. Then in a flash I opened my eyes and she was there smiling, obviously me looking concerned she knew something was up.
I never thought MDMA would make me question my own sanity, for a second I thought I had seen something no human is ever supposed to see. Maybe this is the reality behind all the shit you see in front of you. But for that breif trip I felt utterly alone. Five minutes later I'm sitting back in her room, laughing an having a great time. Hasn't affected me but it seemed important, and a lot more deeper than a possibility of failed romance. Has anyone experienced a trip like this?