not_broken_420
Bluelighter
I went to a psy trance party last night in the middle of the woods. I knew most of the people there because we have a really cool psy trance family here. My friend gave me a capsule with "quite a bit of 2c-i". After taking it, I was told it was 50 mg..then the person who actually made the capsules, who knows more about psychedelics than almost anyone I know (otherwise I wouldn't trust his estimate) said it was closer to 60-70 judging from how full the capsule was (he eyeballed the dose). As I was coming up, I started to feel like I was coming up on rolls. I was offered some DMT and happily accepted. (I'd smoked DMT the first time ever the previous night.) After smoking it, it was as if new light had been shed on the campsite. It felt as though I'd been sitting in complete darkness until I smoked the DMT, and then BAM! In your face gold-ish light. The body high was almost suffocating after awhile, which was quite different from the first time. I think it had to do with the set & setting..comfortable bed & chill music the first time, vs. sitting on the ground listening to dark(-ish) psy trance smoking the shit. I didn't freak out..this one guy was so immersed in the experience he thought he died and got reborn. We talked about it for awhile, and I could tell he was struggling to integrate such an intense experience back into everyday life.
As J and I got up to leave the campsite and go back to the trance stage, I realized how utterly insane everything looked. As I attempted to describe to a friend earlier, it was like I was seeing anything I perceived with any sense, such as music, or even abstract things I was thinking about. And all that sensory information was being manifested as light upon light upon kaleidoscopic light. I had to be lead through the woods clinging to J, as I kept thinking I was about to fall off a cliff. We got back to the path and I had to ask if we were on the gravel path or still stumbling through the woods, haha. I had no frame of reference because EVERYTHING was light and colors. As we approached the stage, I gasped at all the blacklight art and said, "J, I wish you could see what I'm seeing." I saw the clear sky later on, and it was amazing. The sky was PERFECTLY clear. I met a guy who said he would give me a roll. This made me so happy, because I've been trying to find good rolls for awhile.
I was sitting, deep in conversation, with R near the stage & fire. All of a sudden I felt the bliss of the MDMA setting in, and I swayed and moved my arms to the music, because I felt incapable of actually dancing. It was too pleasant just to sit and exist. I had so much amazing conversation with different people. I learned more last night than I can begin to put into words right now, but I hope I can soon do it all justice with a poem. (I feel like it would take away from the experience too much to actually remember every single thing I talked about.) After a while, when it got light out, J, R, and I went for a hike. It was amazingly beautiful to watch the ground breathe and everything morph before my eyes. 2c-i in the darkness and in the light are two different visual highs. The lush forest was breathtaking. After our hike, R and I split another roll (very clean). As I was coming off the rolls, I was offered some nitrous and did a few hits of that for the first time. I always thought it'd be more intense than that. Still pretty pleasant, though. In all, it was a great weekend, except for feeling extremely restless the next day from the 2c-i and not being able to sleep.
As J and I got up to leave the campsite and go back to the trance stage, I realized how utterly insane everything looked. As I attempted to describe to a friend earlier, it was like I was seeing anything I perceived with any sense, such as music, or even abstract things I was thinking about. And all that sensory information was being manifested as light upon light upon kaleidoscopic light. I had to be lead through the woods clinging to J, as I kept thinking I was about to fall off a cliff. We got back to the path and I had to ask if we were on the gravel path or still stumbling through the woods, haha. I had no frame of reference because EVERYTHING was light and colors. As we approached the stage, I gasped at all the blacklight art and said, "J, I wish you could see what I'm seeing." I saw the clear sky later on, and it was amazing. The sky was PERFECTLY clear. I met a guy who said he would give me a roll. This made me so happy, because I've been trying to find good rolls for awhile.
I was sitting, deep in conversation, with R near the stage & fire. All of a sudden I felt the bliss of the MDMA setting in, and I swayed and moved my arms to the music, because I felt incapable of actually dancing. It was too pleasant just to sit and exist. I had so much amazing conversation with different people. I learned more last night than I can begin to put into words right now, but I hope I can soon do it all justice with a poem. (I feel like it would take away from the experience too much to actually remember every single thing I talked about.) After a while, when it got light out, J, R, and I went for a hike. It was amazingly beautiful to watch the ground breathe and everything morph before my eyes. 2c-i in the darkness and in the light are two different visual highs. The lush forest was breathtaking. After our hike, R and I split another roll (very clean). As I was coming off the rolls, I was offered some nitrous and did a few hits of that for the first time. I always thought it'd be more intense than that. Still pretty pleasant, though. In all, it was a great weekend, except for feeling extremely restless the next day from the 2c-i and not being able to sleep.
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