KingoDJ
Bluelighter
Having had my thread closed I actually rang said dealer and have had it confirmed that it was 2c-b, which is fine by me. really dont see how not being sure is a problem, and why people cant still enjoy the report, i see many report titles with ??? in them that don't get closed. really enjoy visiting this site, especially the trip report section, i actually spent the best part of 8 hours since 2am last night reading them, just to have my report closed. i enjoyed writing that report, which was an all round positive experience, if anyone cares to explain to me why it was hut other than "we dont do mystery drugs here" it would be muchly appreciated... or is it just 'newbs' aren't allowed to join in. forum politics.....
2c-b –3 lines 3 people – 1st time – So the floor really is made of water whilst the walls breath?!
Myself and N had been on a mission to acquire some Mephedrone, but had failed, but had found an unlikely hero, we had both been looking to try lsd, and luck should so have it that a friend of a friend was actually somewhat of a seasoned tripper, had some fresh 2c-b. So with a trusted source we dropped the text and agreed to meet him at the end of the road! We ‘ordered’ 2 hits and missioned off in the car around 11pm. 11:30 and we arrive home with a fresh bag of 2c-b
Due to N’s nature, she had a bath and did her make up and hair before we began our adventure, as these missions tend to end well into the next day, meaning she doesn’t have to worry about how she looks if we venture outside. Bless her sole. Around 3am we got a phone call from another best friend, C, who was pissed out her mind and had been on Mephedrone earlier that night. Being the kind souled person I am I offered to go pick her up before we began our adventure, this was a good idea, and had a positive effect as C’s floaty happy nature was enjoyable to be in the presence of when we returned home.
So at approx 3:15am, 2 of the aforementioned lines were sat waiting upon our arrival home. I had a small case of nerves, nothing nasty, more anticipation to what I was about to experience, not unsimilar to that of the excitement on Christmas eve as a child, I had after all been waiting for this for a while now. So with one last excited giggle, I finally did the honours and smashed it back.
T – 0: Now I have read on here before of the “minty freshness” certain drugs cause upon snorting them, a perfect way to describe it, I referred to it as eating a pack of airwaves chewing gum in one go. Eye on same side of face as snorting nostril watering like there’s no tomorrow, but feeling good.
T – 5: a definite feeling in the back of my head, not unlike that of cramp, uncomfortable, but aware that it is the drug and definitely manageable.
T – 10: slight feeling of nausea, but again, know it’s the drug and know fully well I can sit it out, brings excitement cause I know that whatever im about to experience is on its way!
T – 15: concentrating hard on holding sick down, was a dribbling mess, but finding it hilarious I had turned into a baby. N finds it amusing as well, although she didn’t feel the head pain or the nausea. C is asking a million and one questions, curious to know what we are experiencing. We indulge her all we can on what we are feeling.
T – 20: The DVD player is going fucking ballistic, there are at least 10 of them and they’re spinning in massive circles! The blue neon light on the dvd player is magical, I am transfixed on this, the come up is intense, I say out loud numerous times things such as ‘wooah’ and ‘this is intense man’, however still very much in a happy place, giggling like mad at what is happening. All of a sudden its like I popped thru the barrier and entered spinny trippy zone. And oh my, isn’t it magnificent, very much a feeling or euphoria, happy laughing about everything and feeling very close to 2 of my closest friends. C is still asking questions and im enjoying telling her what im seeing.
T – 30 – 60: had plenty of expectations about what this drug would do to me, and always wondered how floors looking like water and things breathing could ever be possible. Well I can happily say it smashed those expectations, this is fucking incredible. The floor is like a swimming pool with the cover over it, gentle waves rolling across the room, ripples appear and breach out when you touch it. I am transfixed by the wallpaper in N’s living room, a deep purple with dandelions on (the kind when they’re dead yopu can pick them and blow the seeds off into the wind) they are beautiful, pulsation, breathing contracting shut tight and then opening back up, they aren’t part of the wall anymore, more like in front of the wallpaper, like a 3d film with those silly glasses. Im explaining all this to C, she is intrigued, I wont to give her some to show her, but no she was heavily intoxicated when we pick her up, decide against offering that last line just yet, there is such a thing as too many nice things. I notice as well that if I shut my eyes I can see the room perfectly, I am convinced I have x ray vision, but C disproves this when she asks how many fingers she’s holding up and I guess wrong, I then realise that my memory has become photographic due to the drugs, however logical, I was still amazed how this could happen, very nice feeling yet again.
After this time sort of lost meaning, the only idea being as we walked out the back past the clock to have a cig, but I cant remember times so I will roughly guestimate.
T – 60 – 120: We go for a cig, I had rolled many before hand, figuring we may not be capable of rolling them, and it would be horrible if we wanted one but couldn’t make one haha, it would turn out that a cig wasn’t for me, I chuck mine to the floor after 2 tokes, it didn’t feel good, I figured I would try again later and see. At this point N was very much in the same place as me, enjoying the lovely visuals on offer, commenting on the wall breathing, and that the floor waving was amusing. She keeps laughing at nothing really high pitched, a happy laugh, just at how amazing it is. She becomes flustered at times and we all laugh. What a happy lovely feeling. I very much affiliate my amazing drug experiences to the friends I have made in the last 7 months, N and C being 2 of what I would call my closest friends, after having some serious drug talks and experiences together. In the short amount of time I have known them respective to other friendship groups I have had, I would already call these people the closest friends ive ever had.
We come back inside and I sit down, C jumps on me, it isn’t comfortable, and I worry it might disrupt the happy balance I have, I admit now that this was very much a premade assumption from reading trip reports, I should have made my own judgement at the time, instead of assuming it would be bad for me, either way N reinforces to C who is still happily drunk that she shouldn’t do things that could sketch me out. C laughs and says I should be happy that she’s lying on top of me, that’s a good thing, but happily moves, taking no offence.
I laugh and point out this is a valid point. One in retrospect is more than true, cuddles from C are one of the best things that come from drugs, she’s a huggy loveable person under the influence, you get the real side of her, same goes for N. I have reverted to calling the ‘other N’ and ‘other C’ when on our drug adventures, and feel privileged to know 2 beautiful people. I revel in this thought oftenly, how I met a group of people who would change my life for the better at such a low point in time.
T – 120 – 180: someone around this time I decide I have to let C see for herself what we are seeing, because I don’t feel my words give justice to what I am seeing. Very much still at a peak seeing the floor do its thing, the walls breathing, and the most amazingly satisfying experience of seeing tracers. C is stood opposite me doing that thing where you wave your arms in a flow, starting low and going up, like some sort of Egyptian dance. It was beautiful, impossible to explain how or why but it was beautiful. I try telling C this but she shrugs it off, clearly other C is saying goodnight for now, reality is on the horizon for her, now seems a good a time as ever to reopen her eyes, welcome other C back and carry on the amazing happy vibe in N’s house. I often describe e N’s house as having happy Indian spiritual vibes, cause it always makes me smile to just be there. I ask N if she thinks C will be okay with it, and she giggles and says why not, so I grab the baggy.
Now Im sure I don’t need to tell the vast amount of readers the pleasure of drugs, and im sure many if not all will agree with me that one of the best wonders of drugs is the amusement received from such simple things! In this case the baggy, which has numerous spherical smiley faces printed on it, bright yellow, happy looking fella’s! I enjoyed what felt like an eternity staring at these lil guys, thru them watching them spin around 360 having a right old ball. I was then distracted by the light on the wall, impossible to explain but it was just doing stuff. Amazing stuff. I then realised I couldn’t see any powder in the bag, but was 100% sure there was some in there.
This become a hugely fun game, one I have quite often when messy., a game of open the baggy. This game was different to the norm though, as this time, it felt like the bag was melting thru my fingers, very cool to the touch, a lovely feeling. But rendered my useless to open the bag as it was like I was a ghost to it haha. N offered her assistance to open the bag and voila, mission accomplished, with much laughter.
I had used a dvd case to originally rack the 2 lines, and this was still in front of me, a special addiction, hard card cover, wit ha strong deep blue, a magical colour. Anyone familiar with this dvd case will know that there are a few stars dotted on the cover, little white specks. This was going to be fun. To ad to the hilarity, the pouf in which I was resting on was deciding to tilt to 45degree angles and become a pool of water to balance on. Like walking on the deck of a boat during rough seas.
With particular concentration focussed on being careful I tipped the bag. To my amazement loads of powder poured out, now I know this was a hallucination cause there simply wasn’t that much in there, but peculiar all the same. More peculiar that as I poured it, it melted in the case and down in the stars on the case, as if they were little holes that ate drugs. This had me in laughter once again, this game was fun. I have no idea of a time frame, but this felt like hours, at not one point was it frustrating though I must stress. Just great fun and amazing to behold.
At some point i realised that the powder must be on there somewhere so tried scraping up a pile and seen a pile form, however this again melted into the case. Hmmmmm how are we going to do this? I resorted to holding the case up at eye level, cue ground-breaking discovery. To hold the case at eye level was like I fragmented it, kind of like an exploded technical diagram, where each part is pulled away from the other with a line going to a label to explain what each part was. We had cover, case, dvd, case, cover and then hovering just above the top cover, a few mm’s off the case was that little pile of white gold, I had cracked the game of how to rack a line, in what must have been an hour long session of laughter. Amazing feeling, like I had made a ground breaking discovery, also pleased with my new powers to create exploded diagrams with my eyes
T – 180 – 240: with my new powers I am able to rack a tiny miniscule line for C, she has a low tolerance to drugs, whenever I am in charge I always give her considerably les than N, and so far this has always proved to be a good idea, such is the luck of her chemistry she needs half to gain the same effects. After 20 minutes of know feelings and me and N testing her, we decide she must be telling the truth, so the rest of the line is offered and happily hoofed up the nose, this time she recoils from the dvd case, ahaaa… Huston we have lift off. Eye streaming, I reassuringly tell her that clean burn will pass, and if she gets a head pain or nausea to just hold it out, it does pass, and after 10 minutes or so she states that she is feeling good.
After what I assume to be half hour or so, I ask her if the floor is like the sea, she refuses to admit the floor is doing anything other than “being carpet”. N and me tell her she’s lying, how can that be normal. But shortly after she tells us the wall is now doing what we described before, amazing she comments.
Myself and N decide to venture out the front, I want to know if the street lamps will talk to me, so we go for a cig. Being around 6am the tiny shop opposite her house has opened, and im determined to make things happen, so I volunteer to walk over to the shop. Im enjoying my cig now, which feels and looks like its drooping down between my fingers. This amuses me immensely, a car drives past and a tracer is just visible. More expectations are met. At this point, a man on a pushbike with reflectors on the wheels is riding towards us, I am reduced to tears. The reflectors are moving in perfect harmony up and down, its fucking hilarious, the man rides by, his past self just behind trying to catch up. Amazing! N decides it is to cold to venture across the road, so I walk to the otherside on my won and enter the shop.
I walk in, it is a tiny shop, everything is vibrant looking, but nothing overly stimulating. There are 2 people in the shop, the owner and some early morning person on their way to work. I look for something to focus ion, very much in my own little bubble. I see a bottle of cherryade, boring looking, above it however, another bottle of branded cherryade, with a monkey on the label. I stare intently for a good minute, trying to make said monkey do things that im not even sure what. Colours were somewhat distorted, everything looks like its on an untuned television when you stare hard enough. But alas, no moving talking monkey. I announce a loud hmmmmm, at my interesting discovery and walk straight back out the shop. Must have been amusing for the 2 fella’s that were in there, especially considering they were of the old variety. I tell N and C and they both find it funny, C is still on the sofa where I left her, N having taken residence on the floor opposite the sofa, not her normal spot, being the chair at the table in the living room. She’s still very much in a floaty forgetful happy mood,
C is transfixed on the blanket wrapped around herself, and is stating whilst giggling that “the bears are doing the shuffle, the bears they’re shuffling” I smile a happy smile that she is now in the same land as me and N. C is focussed on N for periods of time, commenting that she looks like a geisha, the drugs making it so. N is like most girls in one respect only, she cant take a compliment to well. I make a point of telling her what C means is it is more defined, like enhanced, like HD television, she laughs, I don’t push the matter as I don’t want to make her uncomfortable but finish by telling her she is pleasing to the eye, whether sober or on drugs, followed by a laugh and a smile, it’s a happy thing, not meant in a bad way at all, I like to think I always make sure my friends are happy, and try to do all I can to make them happy. Time passes laughing, giggling to ourselves and talking, it is a happy place in N’s living room.
T – 240 – 300: The sun will be coming up soon, I venture out the back and stare over the fence ,you can see to the end of the road here, street lamps either side. I stare intently to the end of the road, I assume a fish eyed angle of the world, the top and bottom of my peripheral vision waving ever so slightly as the streetlamps glisten intently, so calm is the world just before he break of dawn, its beautiful, the air is cold and im glad of this experience.
I call out N and C to come see the sky which is a beautiful shade of pinky orangey purpley red. A beautiful morning incoming. We argue playfully over what colour the sky looks, its very different from the “blue tinge” we have become accustomed to seeing on Mephedrone binges, which will take you on a sinister ride if you let it. This was purely stunning, nothing else. We finish our cigarettes and head inside. More playful talking and messing round and general fun having.
T – 300 – 360: N has been complaining of feeling tired, she’s sat on the floor by the wall. I decide she must be lonely so go to sit next to her, instead of getting up I decide to kneel up and barrel roll of the sofa into the water, and meet the hard floor with an amusing thud! More laughter as we all muse over it being a stupid thing to do, no bad vibes just laughter. Signs of reality looming however, the dandelions, although still pulsating, are now very much back in the wall. I explain this to N that before we were part of it, now it’s them and us. The thud of reality can be heard as it starts to batter down the front door of the mansion we call adventure land, it will find us soon.
This hour is hazy at best, myself and I think N as well, were angry, maybe not angry, but definitely restless, at the fact that now time had become apparent and we realised we had had about 4 hours ion adventure land, and had been expecting a lot more. I was feeling agitated, not with N or C, more so at myself, as well as N’s feelings, which I shared, that it was all over to fast. I was annoyed that now I was annoyed that I wanted cuddles for lack of a better term, and had no one to give me them, I wanted o be looked after, I wanted someone or something to ease me back into reality, as I was in no means shape or form to submit to its boring hate filled allure! Reality is shit at the best of times, but when you’ve spent the last 4-6 hours in a euphoric land of happiness and laughter, it’s the absolute worst thing in the world, that battle of getting past it and accepting fate starts. My comedowns are always very much so mental fights with reality, accepting defeat and giving up the hope on finding more drugs to keep it at bay for longer.
I defiantly have an addictive personality to it, I wouldn’t say drugs, more the company of those around me, namely my friends, and hate to know they will be feeling the same, I love happiness, it’s the best high life can give, seeing the ones you care about happy. I was sat on the arm of the chair staring the TV out, which had a towel with a groovy dude character on it, making the most of my soon to be disappeared visuals, the floor was merely a ripple now, reality was on the door entering our room, it had us trapped no where to go. I had a massive rant about 'lucyloo' mocking us as if to say she was deserting us and telling us good luck with this reality shit im off.
I went to the toilet, I remembered reading you shouldn’t looking a mirror on acid, I wanted o see why, it was soon made apparent, what ever face you make your eyes just get bigger and bigger and blacker, like a beast or a demon and your mouth goes all skew whiff! Amusing, but I comment to N and C from the bathroom how this could indeed get trippy all to quickly and decide not to mess with my own brain anymore.
At some point after this, me and C went for a cig and came back to find N gone, she had obviously succumb to tiredness, I felt sad that she felt like she had to quickly mission upstairs, we asked her the next day and she said she had no idea why she went upstairs but whilst up there had a “ill just lie down for a minute” feeling and just zonked out. There were or are no bad feelings, just an explanation for you the readers knowledge. Im glad she went to sleep, she wanted to and this was the best step for her, sometimes you just shouldn’t fight tiredness.
T – 360 – 420: C suggested we watch a film, namely hot fuzz. It was a great choice, lighthearted humour to help ease the transition back to reality. If Im honest I was very much falling in to a habit I dislike about myself, one of wishful thinking, but I held it out, cuddles will have to wait for one day in the future, I was happy for the company on the sofa as friends, having a good laugh to a wicked film with a wicked friend, I am happy to have as a friend. The film seemed to last for an eternity, it really did go on and on and on haha, but it was never boring, and it deffinetly helped. Towards he end of the film R came downstairs, N’s boyfriend and C’s brother he asked if we’d had a good night and sat and watched the end of the film. Once it had finished me and C went back to C’s house where I crashed on the sofa and that was another adventure done and dusted.
I enjoyed this experience immensely, although it wasn’t the full blown talking lampposts experience I had hoped for, it was definitely a great insight into the world of psychedelics, in retrospect it will help me in the future, as I experienced nothing even remotely sketchy or bad, I will be positive and lacking worry going into my next one. If anyone has any insight into suggestions of what the drug may have been (obviously cannot be sure but and opinions more than welcome)
Next time I get this substance from the same person I will be aiming to dose twice as much, but very much so small line at first like before and then topping up half an hour later once ive gauged where its heading. I definitely want to experience more, and will be asking them next time on what else they can offer me to help me on my psychedelic journey. Now where’s my notepad, im gonna run for local mp to try make this stuff legal! Alcohol doesn’t even hold a light to drugs I have yet to be let down by them, and when respected they are far more enhancing, enlightening, fun and less dangerous in my humble opinion when done properly, than alcohol, which causes nothing but violence where ever it goes!
Roll on the end of the month when I can succumb to adventure land, hopefully be able to find some ketamine for next time. Another insomnia filled night, used to great effect.
hope you enjoyed the read, i find i write trip reports (this is my second) on nights where insomnia has got its claws locked into me and im feeling abit down, reliving the experience increases my mood dramatically, it has been fun writing this and thinking of the memories
Happy tripping guys and girls and stay safe
2c-b –3 lines 3 people – 1st time – So the floor really is made of water whilst the walls breath?!
Myself and N had been on a mission to acquire some Mephedrone, but had failed, but had found an unlikely hero, we had both been looking to try lsd, and luck should so have it that a friend of a friend was actually somewhat of a seasoned tripper, had some fresh 2c-b. So with a trusted source we dropped the text and agreed to meet him at the end of the road! We ‘ordered’ 2 hits and missioned off in the car around 11pm. 11:30 and we arrive home with a fresh bag of 2c-b
Due to N’s nature, she had a bath and did her make up and hair before we began our adventure, as these missions tend to end well into the next day, meaning she doesn’t have to worry about how she looks if we venture outside. Bless her sole. Around 3am we got a phone call from another best friend, C, who was pissed out her mind and had been on Mephedrone earlier that night. Being the kind souled person I am I offered to go pick her up before we began our adventure, this was a good idea, and had a positive effect as C’s floaty happy nature was enjoyable to be in the presence of when we returned home.
So at approx 3:15am, 2 of the aforementioned lines were sat waiting upon our arrival home. I had a small case of nerves, nothing nasty, more anticipation to what I was about to experience, not unsimilar to that of the excitement on Christmas eve as a child, I had after all been waiting for this for a while now. So with one last excited giggle, I finally did the honours and smashed it back.
T – 0: Now I have read on here before of the “minty freshness” certain drugs cause upon snorting them, a perfect way to describe it, I referred to it as eating a pack of airwaves chewing gum in one go. Eye on same side of face as snorting nostril watering like there’s no tomorrow, but feeling good.
T – 5: a definite feeling in the back of my head, not unlike that of cramp, uncomfortable, but aware that it is the drug and definitely manageable.
T – 10: slight feeling of nausea, but again, know it’s the drug and know fully well I can sit it out, brings excitement cause I know that whatever im about to experience is on its way!
T – 15: concentrating hard on holding sick down, was a dribbling mess, but finding it hilarious I had turned into a baby. N finds it amusing as well, although she didn’t feel the head pain or the nausea. C is asking a million and one questions, curious to know what we are experiencing. We indulge her all we can on what we are feeling.
T – 20: The DVD player is going fucking ballistic, there are at least 10 of them and they’re spinning in massive circles! The blue neon light on the dvd player is magical, I am transfixed on this, the come up is intense, I say out loud numerous times things such as ‘wooah’ and ‘this is intense man’, however still very much in a happy place, giggling like mad at what is happening. All of a sudden its like I popped thru the barrier and entered spinny trippy zone. And oh my, isn’t it magnificent, very much a feeling or euphoria, happy laughing about everything and feeling very close to 2 of my closest friends. C is still asking questions and im enjoying telling her what im seeing.
T – 30 – 60: had plenty of expectations about what this drug would do to me, and always wondered how floors looking like water and things breathing could ever be possible. Well I can happily say it smashed those expectations, this is fucking incredible. The floor is like a swimming pool with the cover over it, gentle waves rolling across the room, ripples appear and breach out when you touch it. I am transfixed by the wallpaper in N’s living room, a deep purple with dandelions on (the kind when they’re dead yopu can pick them and blow the seeds off into the wind) they are beautiful, pulsation, breathing contracting shut tight and then opening back up, they aren’t part of the wall anymore, more like in front of the wallpaper, like a 3d film with those silly glasses. Im explaining all this to C, she is intrigued, I wont to give her some to show her, but no she was heavily intoxicated when we pick her up, decide against offering that last line just yet, there is such a thing as too many nice things. I notice as well that if I shut my eyes I can see the room perfectly, I am convinced I have x ray vision, but C disproves this when she asks how many fingers she’s holding up and I guess wrong, I then realise that my memory has become photographic due to the drugs, however logical, I was still amazed how this could happen, very nice feeling yet again.
After this time sort of lost meaning, the only idea being as we walked out the back past the clock to have a cig, but I cant remember times so I will roughly guestimate.
T – 60 – 120: We go for a cig, I had rolled many before hand, figuring we may not be capable of rolling them, and it would be horrible if we wanted one but couldn’t make one haha, it would turn out that a cig wasn’t for me, I chuck mine to the floor after 2 tokes, it didn’t feel good, I figured I would try again later and see. At this point N was very much in the same place as me, enjoying the lovely visuals on offer, commenting on the wall breathing, and that the floor waving was amusing. She keeps laughing at nothing really high pitched, a happy laugh, just at how amazing it is. She becomes flustered at times and we all laugh. What a happy lovely feeling. I very much affiliate my amazing drug experiences to the friends I have made in the last 7 months, N and C being 2 of what I would call my closest friends, after having some serious drug talks and experiences together. In the short amount of time I have known them respective to other friendship groups I have had, I would already call these people the closest friends ive ever had.
We come back inside and I sit down, C jumps on me, it isn’t comfortable, and I worry it might disrupt the happy balance I have, I admit now that this was very much a premade assumption from reading trip reports, I should have made my own judgement at the time, instead of assuming it would be bad for me, either way N reinforces to C who is still happily drunk that she shouldn’t do things that could sketch me out. C laughs and says I should be happy that she’s lying on top of me, that’s a good thing, but happily moves, taking no offence.
I laugh and point out this is a valid point. One in retrospect is more than true, cuddles from C are one of the best things that come from drugs, she’s a huggy loveable person under the influence, you get the real side of her, same goes for N. I have reverted to calling the ‘other N’ and ‘other C’ when on our drug adventures, and feel privileged to know 2 beautiful people. I revel in this thought oftenly, how I met a group of people who would change my life for the better at such a low point in time.
T – 120 – 180: someone around this time I decide I have to let C see for herself what we are seeing, because I don’t feel my words give justice to what I am seeing. Very much still at a peak seeing the floor do its thing, the walls breathing, and the most amazingly satisfying experience of seeing tracers. C is stood opposite me doing that thing where you wave your arms in a flow, starting low and going up, like some sort of Egyptian dance. It was beautiful, impossible to explain how or why but it was beautiful. I try telling C this but she shrugs it off, clearly other C is saying goodnight for now, reality is on the horizon for her, now seems a good a time as ever to reopen her eyes, welcome other C back and carry on the amazing happy vibe in N’s house. I often describe e N’s house as having happy Indian spiritual vibes, cause it always makes me smile to just be there. I ask N if she thinks C will be okay with it, and she giggles and says why not, so I grab the baggy.
Now Im sure I don’t need to tell the vast amount of readers the pleasure of drugs, and im sure many if not all will agree with me that one of the best wonders of drugs is the amusement received from such simple things! In this case the baggy, which has numerous spherical smiley faces printed on it, bright yellow, happy looking fella’s! I enjoyed what felt like an eternity staring at these lil guys, thru them watching them spin around 360 having a right old ball. I was then distracted by the light on the wall, impossible to explain but it was just doing stuff. Amazing stuff. I then realised I couldn’t see any powder in the bag, but was 100% sure there was some in there.
This become a hugely fun game, one I have quite often when messy., a game of open the baggy. This game was different to the norm though, as this time, it felt like the bag was melting thru my fingers, very cool to the touch, a lovely feeling. But rendered my useless to open the bag as it was like I was a ghost to it haha. N offered her assistance to open the bag and voila, mission accomplished, with much laughter.
I had used a dvd case to originally rack the 2 lines, and this was still in front of me, a special addiction, hard card cover, wit ha strong deep blue, a magical colour. Anyone familiar with this dvd case will know that there are a few stars dotted on the cover, little white specks. This was going to be fun. To ad to the hilarity, the pouf in which I was resting on was deciding to tilt to 45degree angles and become a pool of water to balance on. Like walking on the deck of a boat during rough seas.
With particular concentration focussed on being careful I tipped the bag. To my amazement loads of powder poured out, now I know this was a hallucination cause there simply wasn’t that much in there, but peculiar all the same. More peculiar that as I poured it, it melted in the case and down in the stars on the case, as if they were little holes that ate drugs. This had me in laughter once again, this game was fun. I have no idea of a time frame, but this felt like hours, at not one point was it frustrating though I must stress. Just great fun and amazing to behold.
At some point i realised that the powder must be on there somewhere so tried scraping up a pile and seen a pile form, however this again melted into the case. Hmmmmm how are we going to do this? I resorted to holding the case up at eye level, cue ground-breaking discovery. To hold the case at eye level was like I fragmented it, kind of like an exploded technical diagram, where each part is pulled away from the other with a line going to a label to explain what each part was. We had cover, case, dvd, case, cover and then hovering just above the top cover, a few mm’s off the case was that little pile of white gold, I had cracked the game of how to rack a line, in what must have been an hour long session of laughter. Amazing feeling, like I had made a ground breaking discovery, also pleased with my new powers to create exploded diagrams with my eyes
T – 180 – 240: with my new powers I am able to rack a tiny miniscule line for C, she has a low tolerance to drugs, whenever I am in charge I always give her considerably les than N, and so far this has always proved to be a good idea, such is the luck of her chemistry she needs half to gain the same effects. After 20 minutes of know feelings and me and N testing her, we decide she must be telling the truth, so the rest of the line is offered and happily hoofed up the nose, this time she recoils from the dvd case, ahaaa… Huston we have lift off. Eye streaming, I reassuringly tell her that clean burn will pass, and if she gets a head pain or nausea to just hold it out, it does pass, and after 10 minutes or so she states that she is feeling good.
After what I assume to be half hour or so, I ask her if the floor is like the sea, she refuses to admit the floor is doing anything other than “being carpet”. N and me tell her she’s lying, how can that be normal. But shortly after she tells us the wall is now doing what we described before, amazing she comments.
Myself and N decide to venture out the front, I want to know if the street lamps will talk to me, so we go for a cig. Being around 6am the tiny shop opposite her house has opened, and im determined to make things happen, so I volunteer to walk over to the shop. Im enjoying my cig now, which feels and looks like its drooping down between my fingers. This amuses me immensely, a car drives past and a tracer is just visible. More expectations are met. At this point, a man on a pushbike with reflectors on the wheels is riding towards us, I am reduced to tears. The reflectors are moving in perfect harmony up and down, its fucking hilarious, the man rides by, his past self just behind trying to catch up. Amazing! N decides it is to cold to venture across the road, so I walk to the otherside on my won and enter the shop.
I walk in, it is a tiny shop, everything is vibrant looking, but nothing overly stimulating. There are 2 people in the shop, the owner and some early morning person on their way to work. I look for something to focus ion, very much in my own little bubble. I see a bottle of cherryade, boring looking, above it however, another bottle of branded cherryade, with a monkey on the label. I stare intently for a good minute, trying to make said monkey do things that im not even sure what. Colours were somewhat distorted, everything looks like its on an untuned television when you stare hard enough. But alas, no moving talking monkey. I announce a loud hmmmmm, at my interesting discovery and walk straight back out the shop. Must have been amusing for the 2 fella’s that were in there, especially considering they were of the old variety. I tell N and C and they both find it funny, C is still on the sofa where I left her, N having taken residence on the floor opposite the sofa, not her normal spot, being the chair at the table in the living room. She’s still very much in a floaty forgetful happy mood,
C is transfixed on the blanket wrapped around herself, and is stating whilst giggling that “the bears are doing the shuffle, the bears they’re shuffling” I smile a happy smile that she is now in the same land as me and N. C is focussed on N for periods of time, commenting that she looks like a geisha, the drugs making it so. N is like most girls in one respect only, she cant take a compliment to well. I make a point of telling her what C means is it is more defined, like enhanced, like HD television, she laughs, I don’t push the matter as I don’t want to make her uncomfortable but finish by telling her she is pleasing to the eye, whether sober or on drugs, followed by a laugh and a smile, it’s a happy thing, not meant in a bad way at all, I like to think I always make sure my friends are happy, and try to do all I can to make them happy. Time passes laughing, giggling to ourselves and talking, it is a happy place in N’s living room.
T – 240 – 300: The sun will be coming up soon, I venture out the back and stare over the fence ,you can see to the end of the road here, street lamps either side. I stare intently to the end of the road, I assume a fish eyed angle of the world, the top and bottom of my peripheral vision waving ever so slightly as the streetlamps glisten intently, so calm is the world just before he break of dawn, its beautiful, the air is cold and im glad of this experience.
I call out N and C to come see the sky which is a beautiful shade of pinky orangey purpley red. A beautiful morning incoming. We argue playfully over what colour the sky looks, its very different from the “blue tinge” we have become accustomed to seeing on Mephedrone binges, which will take you on a sinister ride if you let it. This was purely stunning, nothing else. We finish our cigarettes and head inside. More playful talking and messing round and general fun having.
T – 300 – 360: N has been complaining of feeling tired, she’s sat on the floor by the wall. I decide she must be lonely so go to sit next to her, instead of getting up I decide to kneel up and barrel roll of the sofa into the water, and meet the hard floor with an amusing thud! More laughter as we all muse over it being a stupid thing to do, no bad vibes just laughter. Signs of reality looming however, the dandelions, although still pulsating, are now very much back in the wall. I explain this to N that before we were part of it, now it’s them and us. The thud of reality can be heard as it starts to batter down the front door of the mansion we call adventure land, it will find us soon.
This hour is hazy at best, myself and I think N as well, were angry, maybe not angry, but definitely restless, at the fact that now time had become apparent and we realised we had had about 4 hours ion adventure land, and had been expecting a lot more. I was feeling agitated, not with N or C, more so at myself, as well as N’s feelings, which I shared, that it was all over to fast. I was annoyed that now I was annoyed that I wanted cuddles for lack of a better term, and had no one to give me them, I wanted o be looked after, I wanted someone or something to ease me back into reality, as I was in no means shape or form to submit to its boring hate filled allure! Reality is shit at the best of times, but when you’ve spent the last 4-6 hours in a euphoric land of happiness and laughter, it’s the absolute worst thing in the world, that battle of getting past it and accepting fate starts. My comedowns are always very much so mental fights with reality, accepting defeat and giving up the hope on finding more drugs to keep it at bay for longer.
I defiantly have an addictive personality to it, I wouldn’t say drugs, more the company of those around me, namely my friends, and hate to know they will be feeling the same, I love happiness, it’s the best high life can give, seeing the ones you care about happy. I was sat on the arm of the chair staring the TV out, which had a towel with a groovy dude character on it, making the most of my soon to be disappeared visuals, the floor was merely a ripple now, reality was on the door entering our room, it had us trapped no where to go. I had a massive rant about 'lucyloo' mocking us as if to say she was deserting us and telling us good luck with this reality shit im off.
I went to the toilet, I remembered reading you shouldn’t looking a mirror on acid, I wanted o see why, it was soon made apparent, what ever face you make your eyes just get bigger and bigger and blacker, like a beast or a demon and your mouth goes all skew whiff! Amusing, but I comment to N and C from the bathroom how this could indeed get trippy all to quickly and decide not to mess with my own brain anymore.
At some point after this, me and C went for a cig and came back to find N gone, she had obviously succumb to tiredness, I felt sad that she felt like she had to quickly mission upstairs, we asked her the next day and she said she had no idea why she went upstairs but whilst up there had a “ill just lie down for a minute” feeling and just zonked out. There were or are no bad feelings, just an explanation for you the readers knowledge. Im glad she went to sleep, she wanted to and this was the best step for her, sometimes you just shouldn’t fight tiredness.
T – 360 – 420: C suggested we watch a film, namely hot fuzz. It was a great choice, lighthearted humour to help ease the transition back to reality. If Im honest I was very much falling in to a habit I dislike about myself, one of wishful thinking, but I held it out, cuddles will have to wait for one day in the future, I was happy for the company on the sofa as friends, having a good laugh to a wicked film with a wicked friend, I am happy to have as a friend. The film seemed to last for an eternity, it really did go on and on and on haha, but it was never boring, and it deffinetly helped. Towards he end of the film R came downstairs, N’s boyfriend and C’s brother he asked if we’d had a good night and sat and watched the end of the film. Once it had finished me and C went back to C’s house where I crashed on the sofa and that was another adventure done and dusted.
I enjoyed this experience immensely, although it wasn’t the full blown talking lampposts experience I had hoped for, it was definitely a great insight into the world of psychedelics, in retrospect it will help me in the future, as I experienced nothing even remotely sketchy or bad, I will be positive and lacking worry going into my next one. If anyone has any insight into suggestions of what the drug may have been (obviously cannot be sure but and opinions more than welcome)
Next time I get this substance from the same person I will be aiming to dose twice as much, but very much so small line at first like before and then topping up half an hour later once ive gauged where its heading. I definitely want to experience more, and will be asking them next time on what else they can offer me to help me on my psychedelic journey. Now where’s my notepad, im gonna run for local mp to try make this stuff legal! Alcohol doesn’t even hold a light to drugs I have yet to be let down by them, and when respected they are far more enhancing, enlightening, fun and less dangerous in my humble opinion when done properly, than alcohol, which causes nothing but violence where ever it goes!
Roll on the end of the month when I can succumb to adventure land, hopefully be able to find some ketamine for next time. Another insomnia filled night, used to great effect.
hope you enjoyed the read, i find i write trip reports (this is my second) on nights where insomnia has got its claws locked into me and im feeling abit down, reliving the experience increases my mood dramatically, it has been fun writing this and thinking of the memories
Happy tripping guys and girls and stay safe
this is deffo something i wanna try again, i want to push it further this time 
glad you enjoyed the read 