she phoenix
Bluelighter
Good times are to be had at festivals, and it's a little known fact that there are some festivals in Wales and England which would blow your brains out my Yankee friends!
This little story involves me at a Welsh festival having a bloody brilliant time! So you can all make yourselves a nice cup of tea and have a read. It was the second night of the festival, and I was in the party mood having spent the night before simply getting too stoned to move and passing out in my tent with a couple of guy friends. So anyway, I managed to get my little hippie fingers on some 2C-I, with admittedly very little knowlegde of what it did due to the fact I spend all my time researching LSD and MDMA (mmm) rather than all those 2C jobbies. Down the hatch it went, and not knowing what to expect, I sat in the welfare tent with my friends. The welfare tent was AMAZING! There was a big communal bed in there made out of wooden pallets and airbeds, covered with teddies and sweets simply to offer comfort to trippers. There were great tunes being pumped out of that tent all weekend. It was a great place to be with a lovely vibe. So I sat with my 2 guy mates. And I waited.
Within a while, the only way I could describe how I felt was... dodgey. Ugh, my stomach was imploding, I got myself to my tent and emptied my stomach a little (right in front of someone from my hometown whom I'm supposed to look cool in front of). My mother was there
p), and she looked at me puking and put me in her tent thinking I was just on a whitey, where I sat for a while. Within an instant I felt utterly and completely amazing; and was completely consumed by a fit of the giggles. From that moment onwards I was swallowed up by an intense euphoria all night long.
I went for a walk, initially excited that the Freestylers were playing, but slightly disappointed that their set wasn't as good as I'd hoped. I mooched around feeling wonderfully euphoric; everything was ten times brighter than normal and a UV bracelet on my wrist was so insanely bright I thought... well, I don't know what I thought. Then I remembered I had a little supply of ecstasy, which is a very very good long term friend of mine. It mixed divinely. I danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced. Trippy euphoria and insane drum and bass filled me up, went down to my very core and took total control; I was surrounded by people on ketamine but everyone in that little rave tent was so happy and having so much fun. The glow stick in my hand was... I'm sure you can guess. My inhibitions floated away along with any stresses and worries I'd ever had and I realised that I never needed to be jealous of anyone ever again because I had experienced this... this wonderment which I can barely convey the beauty of. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything, was ok again after I'd been though so much shit over the years. Yes, the old cliche - I was in love with everything and everyone.
EDIT - I totally forgot to mention one of the coolest things about this experience. It was when I was sitting in the welfare tent finding my way into this new and interesting consciousness. There was a random jack russell terrier in there called Rosie and she came over to me. She sat on my lap and I stroked and cuddled her for ages. Her fur felt brilliant for some reason, and she was the sweetest little dog ever. I took her over to meet my mum and in a jokey way (I never expected her to say yes) I asked if we could get one. She said yes! So now I have incredibly cute little jack russell puppy called Marley... because of how good Rosie's fur felt when I was on 2C-I!! Brilliant.
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This little story involves me at a Welsh festival having a bloody brilliant time! So you can all make yourselves a nice cup of tea and have a read. It was the second night of the festival, and I was in the party mood having spent the night before simply getting too stoned to move and passing out in my tent with a couple of guy friends. So anyway, I managed to get my little hippie fingers on some 2C-I, with admittedly very little knowlegde of what it did due to the fact I spend all my time researching LSD and MDMA (mmm) rather than all those 2C jobbies. Down the hatch it went, and not knowing what to expect, I sat in the welfare tent with my friends. The welfare tent was AMAZING! There was a big communal bed in there made out of wooden pallets and airbeds, covered with teddies and sweets simply to offer comfort to trippers. There were great tunes being pumped out of that tent all weekend. It was a great place to be with a lovely vibe. So I sat with my 2 guy mates. And I waited.
Within a while, the only way I could describe how I felt was... dodgey. Ugh, my stomach was imploding, I got myself to my tent and emptied my stomach a little (right in front of someone from my hometown whom I'm supposed to look cool in front of). My mother was there
p), and she looked at me puking and put me in her tent thinking I was just on a whitey, where I sat for a while. Within an instant I felt utterly and completely amazing; and was completely consumed by a fit of the giggles. From that moment onwards I was swallowed up by an intense euphoria all night long.I went for a walk, initially excited that the Freestylers were playing, but slightly disappointed that their set wasn't as good as I'd hoped. I mooched around feeling wonderfully euphoric; everything was ten times brighter than normal and a UV bracelet on my wrist was so insanely bright I thought... well, I don't know what I thought. Then I remembered I had a little supply of ecstasy, which is a very very good long term friend of mine. It mixed divinely. I danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced. Trippy euphoria and insane drum and bass filled me up, went down to my very core and took total control; I was surrounded by people on ketamine but everyone in that little rave tent was so happy and having so much fun. The glow stick in my hand was... I'm sure you can guess. My inhibitions floated away along with any stresses and worries I'd ever had and I realised that I never needed to be jealous of anyone ever again because I had experienced this... this wonderment which I can barely convey the beauty of. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything, was ok again after I'd been though so much shit over the years. Yes, the old cliche - I was in love with everything and everyone.
EDIT - I totally forgot to mention one of the coolest things about this experience. It was when I was sitting in the welfare tent finding my way into this new and interesting consciousness. There was a random jack russell terrier in there called Rosie and she came over to me. She sat on my lap and I stroked and cuddled her for ages. Her fur felt brilliant for some reason, and she was the sweetest little dog ever. I took her over to meet my mum and in a jokey way (I never expected her to say yes) I asked if we could get one. She said yes! So now I have incredibly cute little jack russell puppy called Marley... because of how good Rosie's fur felt when I was on 2C-I!! Brilliant.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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