FunkyAlfonzo
Bluelighter
I'm going to detail two trips in this report. Done two weeks apart but in fairly similar conditions and with similar - but also very different - results...
Trip 1 :
I'd been out all night celebrating my birthday at my favourite club in London Bridge with a load of mates. I had taken a bit of speed, three pills and ~23mg of 2CB. I tried to persuade some to come back and help me out with my bag of k, but everyone was thinking about bed at that time in the morning. One of my friends gave me a lift back from the station and came in briefly. He's a bit of a nitrous whore, so I gave him a couple of bulbs and went off to get my shit. I came back with a large mirror and a bag of k and decided to have a bit of fun.
"A" was still lying with a smile on his face, eyes closed enjoying the NO2, so I held the mirror about 8" from his face. As he opened his eyes, he looked at the mirror without really taking it in, then i saw him looking really worried, looked up at the ceiling and realised what was going on. The only comment i got was "bastard!"
So I do a bulb, which doesnt seem too intense and rack up a moderate size line of k (probably about an inch and a half) and "A" announced that he was leaving to do some work he'd been putting off. At this time I was on the slightly spacey pill comedown and any major effects of the previous drugs I'd done were gone.
When he leaves, I snort the line and put on some standup (Bill Bailey - a pretty surreal British comedian) to keep me company.
I started to get the normal feeling of k onset which I always recognise as the room spinning slightly and then snapping back into place over and over again. I'm not too keen on this bit, but then I get past that by sucked down some nitrous and relax into watching Bill Bailey.
After a while I realise that Bill's not making too much sense any more, so my attention drifts around the room, the dimensions of which were getting completely fucked up. All the bits were there, but in the wrong place and at the wrong angles... The details after this are a bit hazy, but most of this part of the trip was trying to make some kind of sense of my surroundings, which seemed like the same place, but in a different realm of reality.
As I start coming down from this dose, the doorbell rang. Both of my housemates had gone away for the weekend, so I was on my own. Not having a clue who it might be, I stumbled down the stairs and opened it to the postman delivering me the jazz cd I'd bought from ebay. He asked me to sign it. A very daunting prospect at the time, but I decided that the sooner I put some kind of mark on the paper, the sooner he would go away. I managed to write about two letters properly and just finished with a squiggle. I looked at the postmans face to gauge his reaction to what I'd done, cos I was worried that didn't understand procedures of this kind of stuff any more, he seemed to be happy with what I'd done so I drew a sigh of relief and retreated back to the lounge and lined myself up another slightly bigger line of k and loaded the bulberator again.
I snort the second line and within a few minutes I'm off again, but way more powerfully. I skip the usual initial stage and the room starts getting fucked up again as I inhale the nitrous. This time Bill was completely in my face, although the actual television seemed a long way away and I was trying to make out what he was saying. There are parts of his routine where he just goes off on one resulting in him just making random noises - these were the only bits that made sense. I think that my brain felt it could work with these noises and make them into whatever it wanted me to hear and he explained to me that I was in a different place now, and anything was possible. I could see how reality was founded, I could make out the actual gears and levers that controlled it and they were mine to play with, but I could alter them using only my mind.
I started realising that this meant that all of my thoughts were affecting the whole universe and I could visualise the whole of humanity being affecting in a big wave by all the different things I was thinking and I could zoom in to a certain person and get into their mind and realise how subtle this butterfly effect was on them. I started to worry that maybe I was going to totally fuck things up for everybody else and thats when everything went black. (possibly with the help of some more nitrous? there were quite a few spent bulbs that I can't remember using...)
Two stars came into view, red with big halos around them and I looked up, not realising for a few minutes that they represented god.(yeah, cheesy I know...) It was pretty reminiscent of "2001: A Space Odyssey". When I realised what it was, I left him and felt remarkably not bothered at all about what it had been. After all, I was controlling his creation from my sofa, what did I need to talk to him about??
To be honest, these are the things that I remember, but a whole load more happened that is lost to me forever now. As I started to come down, I went up to bed and collapsed with the help of a sleeping tablet that my friend had kindly donated.
Trip 2:
A similar situation occurred two weeks later (last night/this morning). I went to a psy-trance club in nottingham with a load of bluelighters. I did three pills that night and had a wicked time (it was dr seuss' premier London producer gig and he rocked the place like a motherfucker
)
I live a fair way out of london, so it took me from 6am til about 7:30 to get back at which time i was fully in the comedown stage. I got a taxi from the station, managed to deal pretty well with the driver all things considering, although it took me a good few minutes to actually get my ass out of the cab.
I come in and go straight up to my room. I rack up a hefty line of ketamine (roughly 2 inches long and 1/2 inch wide) and snort it while putting on the comedy series black books (starring bill bailey again!). I lay out on my bed and very very quickly (with the aid of a bit of nitrous again - man it's great with everything!) descended into another reality. This time the TV just dissapeared out of view and the room started rearranging itself again in that familiar way... This time though, I could feel it changing physically underneath me. I could hear the noise of the sheets running along the underside of my body and feel the movement through my clothes. This was pretty freaky, but I'd come to accept it. This is when it got totally fucked.
My bedroom morphed into the hallway of some enormous house and my stereo and computer were some hi-tech hub of operations, the function of which I had no idea. Then I seemed to get it into my head that this was some kind of transport hub that people passed through on their way somewhere, which must have meant that I was also on my way somewhere. I started to think that maybe I hadn't got home from the club and that I was still making my way home, but that I had taken some kind of multidimensional route that I had no control of whatsoever. I was being propelled through my journey without moving. My room at this point was so fucked up that I had no idea where I was, but every so-often the voices from the TV, which now just contained a big blue face, would remind me of things.
I can't remember the actual words that I heard, but they made total sense to my current predicament - insinuating that if I wasn't careful then I could be lost here forever because I had no idea how I was going to get out of this fucked up place. All this time I could feel the world changing underneath me and constantly reforming into new places. I started to wonder whether everything I had known had stopped existing, or that maybe I had pulled it in with me. I remembered the taxi journey, but I could not remember whether it had happened, was happening now, or was going to happen soon. At this point I remembered that it was a k trip and that freaked me out even more because I still didn't know that I was in my bedroom and my real body could have been anywhere - in the taxi, on the train, in a gutter in south-east london, anywhere... I turned over and closed my eyes, but this didn't help at all, I was drawn to try to make sense of my surroundings. I felt a bit freaked out by all this, but not really scared, just kinda worried for reality and where I was going to end up.
Finally, things did start to make sense. The room started becoming familiar again and I turned over and fell into a deep sleep. Waking up about 6 hours later to find that I still had all my clothes and and had been sleeping with one arm around my bulberator. Damn, does that make me a junky?
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All in all, my experiences have left me thinking that ketamine is probably the exact drug that I've been looking for. Every time, without fail it gets me sooooo fucked, so quickly that I get lost in a multidimensional playground. Those two trips probably amounted to about ~6-700mg in all, so I guess my dosage must have been pretty high. But tbh, when it comes to drugs - especially psychedelics/dissociatives - I don't like to piss about with low doses
Trip 1 :
I'd been out all night celebrating my birthday at my favourite club in London Bridge with a load of mates. I had taken a bit of speed, three pills and ~23mg of 2CB. I tried to persuade some to come back and help me out with my bag of k, but everyone was thinking about bed at that time in the morning. One of my friends gave me a lift back from the station and came in briefly. He's a bit of a nitrous whore, so I gave him a couple of bulbs and went off to get my shit. I came back with a large mirror and a bag of k and decided to have a bit of fun.
"A" was still lying with a smile on his face, eyes closed enjoying the NO2, so I held the mirror about 8" from his face. As he opened his eyes, he looked at the mirror without really taking it in, then i saw him looking really worried, looked up at the ceiling and realised what was going on. The only comment i got was "bastard!"
So I do a bulb, which doesnt seem too intense and rack up a moderate size line of k (probably about an inch and a half) and "A" announced that he was leaving to do some work he'd been putting off. At this time I was on the slightly spacey pill comedown and any major effects of the previous drugs I'd done were gone.
When he leaves, I snort the line and put on some standup (Bill Bailey - a pretty surreal British comedian) to keep me company.
I started to get the normal feeling of k onset which I always recognise as the room spinning slightly and then snapping back into place over and over again. I'm not too keen on this bit, but then I get past that by sucked down some nitrous and relax into watching Bill Bailey.
After a while I realise that Bill's not making too much sense any more, so my attention drifts around the room, the dimensions of which were getting completely fucked up. All the bits were there, but in the wrong place and at the wrong angles... The details after this are a bit hazy, but most of this part of the trip was trying to make some kind of sense of my surroundings, which seemed like the same place, but in a different realm of reality.
As I start coming down from this dose, the doorbell rang. Both of my housemates had gone away for the weekend, so I was on my own. Not having a clue who it might be, I stumbled down the stairs and opened it to the postman delivering me the jazz cd I'd bought from ebay. He asked me to sign it. A very daunting prospect at the time, but I decided that the sooner I put some kind of mark on the paper, the sooner he would go away. I managed to write about two letters properly and just finished with a squiggle. I looked at the postmans face to gauge his reaction to what I'd done, cos I was worried that didn't understand procedures of this kind of stuff any more, he seemed to be happy with what I'd done so I drew a sigh of relief and retreated back to the lounge and lined myself up another slightly bigger line of k and loaded the bulberator again.
I snort the second line and within a few minutes I'm off again, but way more powerfully. I skip the usual initial stage and the room starts getting fucked up again as I inhale the nitrous. This time Bill was completely in my face, although the actual television seemed a long way away and I was trying to make out what he was saying. There are parts of his routine where he just goes off on one resulting in him just making random noises - these were the only bits that made sense. I think that my brain felt it could work with these noises and make them into whatever it wanted me to hear and he explained to me that I was in a different place now, and anything was possible. I could see how reality was founded, I could make out the actual gears and levers that controlled it and they were mine to play with, but I could alter them using only my mind.
I started realising that this meant that all of my thoughts were affecting the whole universe and I could visualise the whole of humanity being affecting in a big wave by all the different things I was thinking and I could zoom in to a certain person and get into their mind and realise how subtle this butterfly effect was on them. I started to worry that maybe I was going to totally fuck things up for everybody else and thats when everything went black. (possibly with the help of some more nitrous? there were quite a few spent bulbs that I can't remember using...)
Two stars came into view, red with big halos around them and I looked up, not realising for a few minutes that they represented god.(yeah, cheesy I know...) It was pretty reminiscent of "2001: A Space Odyssey". When I realised what it was, I left him and felt remarkably not bothered at all about what it had been. After all, I was controlling his creation from my sofa, what did I need to talk to him about??
To be honest, these are the things that I remember, but a whole load more happened that is lost to me forever now. As I started to come down, I went up to bed and collapsed with the help of a sleeping tablet that my friend had kindly donated.
Trip 2:
A similar situation occurred two weeks later (last night/this morning). I went to a psy-trance club in nottingham with a load of bluelighters. I did three pills that night and had a wicked time (it was dr seuss' premier London producer gig and he rocked the place like a motherfucker
)I live a fair way out of london, so it took me from 6am til about 7:30 to get back at which time i was fully in the comedown stage. I got a taxi from the station, managed to deal pretty well with the driver all things considering, although it took me a good few minutes to actually get my ass out of the cab.
I come in and go straight up to my room. I rack up a hefty line of ketamine (roughly 2 inches long and 1/2 inch wide) and snort it while putting on the comedy series black books (starring bill bailey again!). I lay out on my bed and very very quickly (with the aid of a bit of nitrous again - man it's great with everything!) descended into another reality. This time the TV just dissapeared out of view and the room started rearranging itself again in that familiar way... This time though, I could feel it changing physically underneath me. I could hear the noise of the sheets running along the underside of my body and feel the movement through my clothes. This was pretty freaky, but I'd come to accept it. This is when it got totally fucked.
My bedroom morphed into the hallway of some enormous house and my stereo and computer were some hi-tech hub of operations, the function of which I had no idea. Then I seemed to get it into my head that this was some kind of transport hub that people passed through on their way somewhere, which must have meant that I was also on my way somewhere. I started to think that maybe I hadn't got home from the club and that I was still making my way home, but that I had taken some kind of multidimensional route that I had no control of whatsoever. I was being propelled through my journey without moving. My room at this point was so fucked up that I had no idea where I was, but every so-often the voices from the TV, which now just contained a big blue face, would remind me of things.
I can't remember the actual words that I heard, but they made total sense to my current predicament - insinuating that if I wasn't careful then I could be lost here forever because I had no idea how I was going to get out of this fucked up place. All this time I could feel the world changing underneath me and constantly reforming into new places. I started to wonder whether everything I had known had stopped existing, or that maybe I had pulled it in with me. I remembered the taxi journey, but I could not remember whether it had happened, was happening now, or was going to happen soon. At this point I remembered that it was a k trip and that freaked me out even more because I still didn't know that I was in my bedroom and my real body could have been anywhere - in the taxi, on the train, in a gutter in south-east london, anywhere... I turned over and closed my eyes, but this didn't help at all, I was drawn to try to make sense of my surroundings. I felt a bit freaked out by all this, but not really scared, just kinda worried for reality and where I was going to end up.
Finally, things did start to make sense. The room started becoming familiar again and I turned over and fell into a deep sleep. Waking up about 6 hours later to find that I still had all my clothes and and had been sleeping with one arm around my bulberator. Damn, does that make me a junky?
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All in all, my experiences have left me thinking that ketamine is probably the exact drug that I've been looking for. Every time, without fail it gets me sooooo fucked, so quickly that I get lost in a multidimensional playground. Those two trips probably amounted to about ~6-700mg in all, so I guess my dosage must have been pretty high. But tbh, when it comes to drugs - especially psychedelics/dissociatives - I don't like to piss about with low doses
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