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Bluelighter
On July 7th, I had the best and most intense psychedelic experience of my life. We tripped with a few friends at my place and each of us took a different psychedelic (combination). I was too lazy to write something up but one friend decided to share his experience. It's a long but good read. Oh and, by the way, I am 'S' in the report 
Duration of the experience: ~30 hours
Drugs used:
T+0:00 15mg 4-AcO-Dipt
T+3:00 cca 350mg Mescaline
T+6:00 10mg 5-MeO-Mipt
T+8:30 cca 50mg bump of Amphetamine
T+9:30 1 tab of LSD cca 130µg
T+11.30 10mg 5-MeO-Mipt
T+15.30 cca 300mg Amphetamine in 2 parachutes
"The mescaline was long gone. But the acid was running strong."
A trip report.
I'll start of by stating some background information. I'm a 19 year old male and in the past few years I've gained a lot of drug experience, with substances ranging from Salvia Divinorum, LSD, shrooms, 2C-E, 2C-B, 2C-I, MDMA, bK-MDMA, amphetamine and also less common ones like mescaline, DMT, 4-Fluoroamphetamine and others. I smoke weed daily but I seem to be handling life just fine, am excellent at school and everything.
Anyway, the following is a report of one of the most mind-blowing psychedelic journeys in my life, despite having had loads of those so far.
Setting: 5 males (S, D, P, A and myself) and one female, S's girlfriend (M). S lives a little out of town and his parents weren't home so we drove to his place on a sunny Thursday afternoon.
I had been planning to get totally high on July 7th, cause that date has a special meaning for me. Coincidentally, a good friend of mine (S) invited me and a few friends over to his house to trip - on July 7th. So I met my two friends, A and P, and soon S and his girlfriend M came and picked us up; we were off. Hopes high, knowing that this was gonna be an awesome night, we actually had no idea of what was in store for us.
We arrived to S's place at about 5 pm and first decided to smoke a joint or two. Then S said that we should try something exotic. He had recently gotten about 100 mg of 4-AcO-Dipt and I remembered that 15 mg was a pretty nice dose (later I found out that I was mistaken, the dose I was thinking of was for 4-HO-Dipt). Anyway, at about 7 pm, the 5 of us each ate 15 mg of 4-AcO and smoked a joint. Very soon, I started feeling extremely energetic and simply... amazing. The euphoria was completely different from anything I had tried before and the stimulation was shockingly strong and pure. I remember saying that this was the most stimulating thing ever, while dancing to the remix of Nobody canna cross it on youtube; it was awesome and hilarious. We decided to go out to a bar in the woods. Everything was wonderful on the way there. The plants looked really fuzzy and they all seemed to vibrate. We ran into S's good friend D and he said he would join us later. The walk to the bar was really fun. S suddenly got the urge to run and I was the only one willing to follow him, so we ran for a bit. It felt great. Just as we arrived at the bar, D came as well on his bike - perfect timing. We ordered drinks and I felt a bit stupid cause I ordered a cup of cocoa while everyone else was drinking beer. Oh well, guess I just wasn't in the mood for beer.
We were debating the awesomeness of 4-AcO-Dipt and agreed that it would have been an amazing experience even if we decided to not take any more drugs. But we knew we would. We had so many different, rare and pure chemicals. I had about 400 mg of mescaline and I ate it back at home, while also snorting a bit of it with A. A and S took acid, as well as D, who had to work the next day. M took it easy and only snorted some 2C-B, while P added his beloved 2C-I to the menu. We ingested the drugs at about 10 pm (T+3:00).
To my surprise, the mescaline started hitting really soon, probably at about T+3:30, but the pain in my throat from snorting it was horrible. Nonetheless, the visuals were quickly noticeable and were accompanied by a feeling of extreme well-being which reminded me of MDMA. I realized that the phenethylamine feeling was simple to recognize (later at night, after dosing 5-MeO-Mipt, I could really feel and distinguish the different effects of the phenethylamine and the tryptamine) and I kept telling everyone that it's really easy to feel that it's a phenethylamine. Around that time I started making notes about the trip. I figured it would be a good idea so we wouldn't forget the awesome realizations and epic conversations. The first few pages were flled with DJ jokes. Everything was a DJ; DJ this, DJ that, DJ life, DJ awesome, etc. The visuals were now (around T+4:30) pretty intense, awesome wall and ceiling melting and everything turning to yellow. At about 1 am (T+6:00) we decided to go outside. Beforehand, I ate 10 mg of 5-MeO-Mipt and then I was ready for the epic adventure we were setting out on.
It was a fucking trip of a lifetime, mescaline combined with 5-MeO-Mipt proved to be the most wonderful combination. The closed eye visuals were even more beautiful than those I would get on DMT. The overall sense of well-being, combined with intense revelations, realizations and colours, was something totally new to me. The only other time I took mescaline the experience was wonderful, but nowhere close to this spiritual journey. Everyone there kept snorting speed which I had brought about 4 grams of. I was stimulated and euphoric enough already, plus I was tripping my eyes out. It felt nice to be on something totally different than the rest of the gang. They were mostly on speed, LSD, 2C-B and P on 2C-I and 2C-E as well, so my combination was totally unique.
T+(6:30) - T+(9:30) approximately
We were outside, walking through the village in which S lives. I was so high I could barely walk. The stars joined part in the visuals and the combination filled me with such warmth and joy. We walked through the fields and even a pitch-dark forest, but we were not afraid. Each of us was aware that despite not being able to see them, there were always five amazing trustworthy people surrounding you and guiding you towards an epic adventure. When we reached a path, we heard weird noises and a few of us were a bit psyched, but we quickly realized that it was just the frogs' nocturnal whining. Funny, we had wanted to go listen to frogs earlier; I think that was actually the reason we even went outside. And now they scared us.
Around that time I yelled out: ''We are at the edge of the universe!'' cause of the landscape being so indescribably beautiful that it seemed like we really were far away from civilization (and everything associated with reality in general). This was ironic and a weird coincidence: S and I had been organising a trip for a long time, actually ever since I first took any synthetic drug. We were influenced by probably the best trip report A weekend at the edge of the universe; we were eager to try something similar, but of lesser proportions. When I exclaimed that, I was totally unaware of it, so it was totally spontaneous. I also remember yelling, alarming everyone, that I can see the northern lights in the sky. Of course it was just the visuals and my lifelong dream of seeing it one one day, preferably with the girl of my dreams.
Throughout the walk I kept saying what an awesome combination the phenetylamine and the tryptamine were, saying things like: ''Several million years ago, when someone created mescaline and 5-MeO-Mipt, he said that these two substances were created to be taken in combination with each other, and I am the lucky one to whom this wonder has been revealed!'' We walked, talked to the corn (I named one plant Rudolf and told him he was a great guy) and suddenly we saw a building up ahead. It looked kinda like a hotel, just maybe from a cartoon or a comic strip. Or perhaps we were in Alice's Wonderland? We finally arrived at this place called the Cube (two benches and a table beneath a roof, supposedly it looks like a square from the sky) and immediately smoked a joint there. Afterwards, the lot was eager to shove some amphetamine up their nostrils; of course, none of them had taken any of theirs with them. I on the other hand was aware of that and, thinking ahead, took the speed with me outside. So I drew 5 lines for my 5 companions. I wanted to observe them a little longer: they looked so beautiful in the blue light of A's mp3 player. They were moving, crawling, spreading and flowing on the table while changing colours. Sadly, the gang wanted to snort them right away so I had to stop staring at them like a tripped out maniac. I considered snorting one myself, but decided against it. We headed back to S's house and I was a starting to feel a bit cold so A gave me his sweater which I put around my shoulders - I was now Julius Cesar, I travelled through time or something. The idea of time travel had been stuck in my head for quite some time and I had asked S if something like that would be possible if I added a strong tab of acid to the combination. I had taken the tab out with me, but decided to maybe eat it a little later, since I was feeling magnificent anyway.
At about 3:30 (T+8:30) we arrived back to S's house where P started drawing lines of his own speed right away. Funny combination, stimulants and psychedelics, but everyone there seemed to enjoy it, so I said to myself, what the heck, I'll do one. I did, got some nice rushing, but no significant changes. Then I remembered that I still had to travel through time and that it would be a good idea to eat that tab of acid now, despite my previous difficult experiences with it. Besides, A and I had been wanting to drop acid together for a long time, so we put all our thoughts aside and each put a tab on his tongue (T+9:30). Oddly enough, A managed to swallow his without water while I wasn't sure if I had swallowed it with water at all. Very soon, my worries were swept away as I was gently pushed into the dreamy LSD state, a total opposite of the very social and active mescaline trip. This was also evident in my trip notebook - the notes went from everything and everyone being a DJ (as in DJ Change the music -> DJ Too lazy) and awesome jokes to random coloring, just some random colorful scribbles that looked awesome at the moment. After ingesting the acid, my time perception started playing tricks on me, so the reports of the next events will be a little scrambled. But I enjoyed this change in time perception: I had achieved my goal of time travel. At least... in a way...
Somewhere around 4 am, another cool thing happened. Since the beginning of the trip I had been playing with this wooden giraffe that S's dad had made. It was so wonderfully crafted, it was almost like the sculpture was alive and one of us. I announced that I was gonna marry her when we are fucked up enough. And we actually went through with the ceremony at about 4. S brought some candles and artifacts. He was to be the priest, the best man and the father of the bride. In the end I even kissed the giraffe and we all started debating where she and I should go on our honeymoon. I realized that we had already had it, when we were walking outside to the Cube and the surroundings were extremely lunar-like, so we just figured we were on the moon -> honeymoon. And this was all possible thanks to the time travelling ability gained by eating acid!
At 5 or so we went out to smoke a joint and were startled by a car that was apparently trying to park in S's parking space. S's first thought was: undercover cops. The car was a kind that they usually drive and we got scared shitless that some of the neighbours had called the cops. That would be a disaster, since we had shitloads of drugs lying around in the room. I was psyched since the acid was starting to hit me, but the relief of realizing that the car was just trying to make a turn calmed everyone down. Still, to be cautious, we moved back inside and smoked the joint there. The sunrise we had been longing to witness had still not arrived anyway. It was then about 30 minutes after taking acid, so it was now definitely kicking in. I put on this amazing dubstep song Modestep - Sunlight to honour the coming of the sun. During the sickest part, I got kicked out of the chair in which I was sitting and started doing the craziest robot dance that I could never have pulled off had I not been on acid. Now the sunrise was definitely arriving, so we rolled a joint to smoke outside, but were distracted by this awesome Finnish reggae song by Raappana called Yksinaista. I am able to sing most of the chorus and bridge, so I used that to my advantage and sang along in Finnish while randomly including phrases like: ''Let's go watch the sunrise, the colours are nice, etc.'' in Slovene, not once losing the melody or timing. After that we really had to go outside and the sky was... simply stunning. We didn't see much of the sunrise, but nevertheless, the colours were amazing, especially the completely purple colour of the clouds. The acid had completely taken over the trip and I noticed that I was in fact more familiar with it as I had thought. Familiar patterns and tracers, as if pasted over everything. I felt really happy when I realized that I was in complete control of the acid and it was not, for a change, fucking with my emotions and controlling me. I remembered a thought from before: ''The mescaline was long gone, but the acid was running strong!'' Ironic opposite of Fear and loathing in Las Vegas; we had talked about the movie a lot during the start of the trip, comparing me to Hunter S. Thompson (I had this awesome hat and sunglasses).
At about 6 am (T+11:00), S's gf M went to get some sleep since she was to be driving us back home later. Throughout the whole experience we listened to the most awesome music, Shpongle and psychedelic dubstep gave the room a feeling of an underwater jungle. At about 6:30 (T+11:30) I decided to knock things up a notch, so I asked S for 10 more mg of 5-MeO-Mipt. He gave it to me and decided to eat 0.5 grams of Jamaican mushrooms at the same time as I was taking the 5-MeO. This was S's first high dose LSD trip, he had taken 2 strong tabs, each containing 120+ micrograms. With all the 2C-B and speed added, it must've been an amazing experience for him. One time during the experience I declared that I was giving my kaleidoscope to him. He was really glad, it seemed liked it really made him happy. The awesome and funny thing is that at one point, we both remembered that I had given him the toy and I was seconds away from mentioning it when he said:'' Woow, dude you gave me a kaleidoscope, awesome!!''
Anyway, we took the 5-MeO and the shrooms, then went to the attic to smoke a joint. The two drugs quickly started affecting S and me, I was starting to feel light and content and the spacey feeling was intensified. We laughed like madmen upon finding an old sticker of the Pokemon Nidoran and S saying that he would name his cat Nidoran if he had one. We then got the idea of catching a wild rabbit and naming it Nidoran... crazy hippies.
After this, things started to get really weird and interesting. We ate a lot, we had been eating throughout the night, and we drank shitloads of tea. Awesome sentences, ideas and jokes just never seemed to end, with the visuals being fantastic. The shrooms hit S pretty hard, but he was enjoying himself to the max. He wanted to do something extraordinary, something epic, like give birth - so he gave birth to the giraffe, my wife. He held her out, kinda like in Lion King, and he looked so mighty and glorious. In fact, during the whole experiences I pictured him as this awesome Shiva samurai with loads of arms (because of the tracers). I felt great because we finally managed to trip together. And this experience strengthened my belief that he is indeed one of the best people I know.
At about 8 am or T+13:00 I found myself lying on the floor on a blanket, trying to look clearly at the faces of S and P, but they kept morfing into one face because of the angle. Almost all the time, they had loads of eyes and it looked like the nose of the face represented a line between two sides, and all things had in them a hint of this. It looked like Moses came to the top of someone's forehead and split it in 2 sides.
The visuals during this part were totally crazy. Later I finally realized what the difference between mescaline and LSD visuals, according to wikipedia, was. I recalled how on mescaline, I would be staring at something and its patterns would start moving. Flowing, changing colours - so they were more like illusions. On acid, it just seemed like everything was painted with patterns and colours, meaning I saw things that weren't really there - so these were hallucinations.
Suddenly, I completely lost sense of everything. I had no idea what had happened as I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 10:20 am. What the hell? Where did the last two hours go? I could've sworn that maximum half an hour had passed since the time was something past 8. Of course time perception always becomes tricky on drugs like these, but nothing this crazy had ever happened to me before. I was confused, but happy at the same time, because this appeared to be another sign of the supposed time travel. Around that time, we all started coming down from our peaks, so we chilled, smoked, listened to music, P was drawing lines while I ate two parachutes of speed. P had become pretty crazy about speed, atleast when there was good speed. And since it's always been nearly impossible for me to get low quality stuff, we always had good speed.
He was happily playing with the speed (from here came the idea of speed being Lego bricks, since you can make so make different shapes with it), when he got the craziest, most hilarious idea. He was cutting a pineapple and was eating it while playing with his speed. He proceded to wipe his ID card, full of speed, on the piece of pineapple he was holding in his hand, and made sure he got enough attention when doing the dumbest thing in the world. It was a totally hilarious sight: a totally blitzed guy with dreadlocks, eyes wide open with the pupils dilated, munching the piece of pineapple to the beat of the music. He knew that he had done the craziest thing ever and made sure that I got a good laugh out of it. And I did, too. The look on his face was priceless when he put the piece of fruit in his mouth.
P proved to be a great companion after this trip. Before, he could get on your nerves by talking too much when he was on speed and never realizing it. But at some point during the night, he was suddenly like: ''Oh shit... I'm really really sorry. I talk way too much and I know that it's annoying all of you.'' The ironic thing was that this was probably the first time taking drugs with him that he was in fact not talking too much, and even when he was, it wasn't annoying. He was on a funky mixture of 2C-E,B,I, which he named EBI cocktail. He's a great painter and he spent most of the time working on a painting while tripping hard and losing himself in it constantly. He later decided to give the painting to M, to thank her for putting up with 5 extremely high dudes and also driving them - us - home.
A, on the other hand, was drawing something in his usual style, except that this one just looked so... unique, different. I told him: ''You know what's awesome about this picture? I'm tripping balls right now and it looks amazing, but I am certain that when I look at it sober, I'm gonna love it the same as now.'' I asked him to sell me the picture and quickly we came to a compromise. He was thinking of a Pretty Lights song, but couldn't remember the full title. I knew which one he meant and I happened to have it on my iPod, so I put it on. This counted as payment for that beautiful work of art (he has yet to give me the picture, though). At around 11 (T+14:00) he totally surprised me by saying that his sweater was gone. I remembered that I was the last one wearing it, but was sure that I had brought it home safely. But apparently I forgot to pick it up from the floor after we stopped lying on the road and watching the starts when we were outside before. I couldn't remember forgetting it, I was sure I had taken it with me. I looked around the house a bit, but had no luck in finding it. I kept praying that it would magically appear somewhere, but I had to bury that hope soon. Then I even remembered that when we were lying there, P wanted to go home and listen to uplifting trance and I, being a total uplifting trance freak, got blasted up saying: ''Yeaah! Let's go! I'll be the DJ now!'' (cause everything was a DJ before). Of course I didn't bother to pick up anything from the floor, so yeah.. I had fucked up. I mean, I knew it was no big deal, but I was disappointed in myself for losing my friend's possession. I felt really bad and started thinking that maybe I did not deserve the awesome picture he was drawing. He assured me that everything was okay and I kinda forced myself not to think about it anymore.
Shortly after that, M woke up and we slowly started preparing to leave. The living room was a complete mess, but of course cleaning it was no match for 4 or 5 guys on loads of speed. I kept asking everyone if they needed any help and I always got the same answer: ''No no, it's okay, it feels good to be doing something, I really want to do... anything.'' As I was in no mood for doing anything productive, that was really a huge favor. But I did help with the cleaning and, to our surprise, we cleaned everything really fast and neatly. We were almost set to leave, but before that, S brought some clothes that were in his room to the living room. You cannot imagine the feeling I had when A found his sweater amidst the clothes. I instantly became really happy and light; a big burden had been lifted off me. I knew that I had not fucked up and that the memory of leaving the sweater on the road was just my mind playing tricks with me.
So we headed back to the city, where we hung out and chilled a bit, then later went to an exhibition that also had a video made by A. Sadly, he was too fucked up to come and we all had to talk to his family, still completely fucked up. I hung out with P for a bit, visited A and went to sleep at about 1 am at night. Before falling asleep, about 30 hours after we had started the trip, I still had really nice CEVs and slight OEVs. I slept really well and had dreams of going on an adventure to the woods or a hill or something a few nights in a row. The next day I felt awesome, not even a little fucked up. With a smile I said to myself that if I had gotten totally high on stimulants and empathogens, even in small doses, I would probably be feeling like shit, with no goals, will, or anything. Now I was sure that this truly was the greatest trip/drug experience in my life so far. I felt really connected to the people in the group, even D, S's friend, who kept silent most of the time, just enjoying himself and not minding the crazy people around him doing crazy stuff.
I debated whether I should write this report or not since a lot of good jokes and thoughts would be lost with translation. Still, there are a lot of those that sound good when translated, like when S said that it would be awesome to have ''dreams in crystal form so you could snort them.'' My response was simply: ''Dimethyltryptamine.''
The DJ ideas were crazy as hell as well, my favourite one being DJ H2 feat. O. I couldn't stop myself from thinking and speaking in DJ all the time for the whole day.
But a lot of the events that took place during this trip would be really hard to translate and some parts are too personal or too forgotten to talk about them. Still, I decided to write this report since I haven't noticed any report containing such a unique combination of chemicals. I felt it almost necessary to inform people about the effects, so that the ones who are looking for a really exotic experience can take a trip like this and know what they're in for. The setting and company are once again proven to be of the utmost importance. With the right people and surroundings, an amazing experience is almost always guaranteed.
Duration of the experience: ~30 hours
Drugs used:
T+0:00 15mg 4-AcO-Dipt
T+3:00 cca 350mg Mescaline
T+6:00 10mg 5-MeO-Mipt
T+8:30 cca 50mg bump of Amphetamine
T+9:30 1 tab of LSD cca 130µg
T+11.30 10mg 5-MeO-Mipt
T+15.30 cca 300mg Amphetamine in 2 parachutes
"The mescaline was long gone. But the acid was running strong."
A trip report.
I'll start of by stating some background information. I'm a 19 year old male and in the past few years I've gained a lot of drug experience, with substances ranging from Salvia Divinorum, LSD, shrooms, 2C-E, 2C-B, 2C-I, MDMA, bK-MDMA, amphetamine and also less common ones like mescaline, DMT, 4-Fluoroamphetamine and others. I smoke weed daily but I seem to be handling life just fine, am excellent at school and everything.
Anyway, the following is a report of one of the most mind-blowing psychedelic journeys in my life, despite having had loads of those so far.
Setting: 5 males (S, D, P, A and myself) and one female, S's girlfriend (M). S lives a little out of town and his parents weren't home so we drove to his place on a sunny Thursday afternoon.
I had been planning to get totally high on July 7th, cause that date has a special meaning for me. Coincidentally, a good friend of mine (S) invited me and a few friends over to his house to trip - on July 7th. So I met my two friends, A and P, and soon S and his girlfriend M came and picked us up; we were off. Hopes high, knowing that this was gonna be an awesome night, we actually had no idea of what was in store for us.
We arrived to S's place at about 5 pm and first decided to smoke a joint or two. Then S said that we should try something exotic. He had recently gotten about 100 mg of 4-AcO-Dipt and I remembered that 15 mg was a pretty nice dose (later I found out that I was mistaken, the dose I was thinking of was for 4-HO-Dipt). Anyway, at about 7 pm, the 5 of us each ate 15 mg of 4-AcO and smoked a joint. Very soon, I started feeling extremely energetic and simply... amazing. The euphoria was completely different from anything I had tried before and the stimulation was shockingly strong and pure. I remember saying that this was the most stimulating thing ever, while dancing to the remix of Nobody canna cross it on youtube; it was awesome and hilarious. We decided to go out to a bar in the woods. Everything was wonderful on the way there. The plants looked really fuzzy and they all seemed to vibrate. We ran into S's good friend D and he said he would join us later. The walk to the bar was really fun. S suddenly got the urge to run and I was the only one willing to follow him, so we ran for a bit. It felt great. Just as we arrived at the bar, D came as well on his bike - perfect timing. We ordered drinks and I felt a bit stupid cause I ordered a cup of cocoa while everyone else was drinking beer. Oh well, guess I just wasn't in the mood for beer.
We were debating the awesomeness of 4-AcO-Dipt and agreed that it would have been an amazing experience even if we decided to not take any more drugs. But we knew we would. We had so many different, rare and pure chemicals. I had about 400 mg of mescaline and I ate it back at home, while also snorting a bit of it with A. A and S took acid, as well as D, who had to work the next day. M took it easy and only snorted some 2C-B, while P added his beloved 2C-I to the menu. We ingested the drugs at about 10 pm (T+3:00).
To my surprise, the mescaline started hitting really soon, probably at about T+3:30, but the pain in my throat from snorting it was horrible. Nonetheless, the visuals were quickly noticeable and were accompanied by a feeling of extreme well-being which reminded me of MDMA. I realized that the phenethylamine feeling was simple to recognize (later at night, after dosing 5-MeO-Mipt, I could really feel and distinguish the different effects of the phenethylamine and the tryptamine) and I kept telling everyone that it's really easy to feel that it's a phenethylamine. Around that time I started making notes about the trip. I figured it would be a good idea so we wouldn't forget the awesome realizations and epic conversations. The first few pages were flled with DJ jokes. Everything was a DJ; DJ this, DJ that, DJ life, DJ awesome, etc. The visuals were now (around T+4:30) pretty intense, awesome wall and ceiling melting and everything turning to yellow. At about 1 am (T+6:00) we decided to go outside. Beforehand, I ate 10 mg of 5-MeO-Mipt and then I was ready for the epic adventure we were setting out on.
It was a fucking trip of a lifetime, mescaline combined with 5-MeO-Mipt proved to be the most wonderful combination. The closed eye visuals were even more beautiful than those I would get on DMT. The overall sense of well-being, combined with intense revelations, realizations and colours, was something totally new to me. The only other time I took mescaline the experience was wonderful, but nowhere close to this spiritual journey. Everyone there kept snorting speed which I had brought about 4 grams of. I was stimulated and euphoric enough already, plus I was tripping my eyes out. It felt nice to be on something totally different than the rest of the gang. They were mostly on speed, LSD, 2C-B and P on 2C-I and 2C-E as well, so my combination was totally unique.
T+(6:30) - T+(9:30) approximately
We were outside, walking through the village in which S lives. I was so high I could barely walk. The stars joined part in the visuals and the combination filled me with such warmth and joy. We walked through the fields and even a pitch-dark forest, but we were not afraid. Each of us was aware that despite not being able to see them, there were always five amazing trustworthy people surrounding you and guiding you towards an epic adventure. When we reached a path, we heard weird noises and a few of us were a bit psyched, but we quickly realized that it was just the frogs' nocturnal whining. Funny, we had wanted to go listen to frogs earlier; I think that was actually the reason we even went outside. And now they scared us.
Around that time I yelled out: ''We are at the edge of the universe!'' cause of the landscape being so indescribably beautiful that it seemed like we really were far away from civilization (and everything associated with reality in general). This was ironic and a weird coincidence: S and I had been organising a trip for a long time, actually ever since I first took any synthetic drug. We were influenced by probably the best trip report A weekend at the edge of the universe; we were eager to try something similar, but of lesser proportions. When I exclaimed that, I was totally unaware of it, so it was totally spontaneous. I also remember yelling, alarming everyone, that I can see the northern lights in the sky. Of course it was just the visuals and my lifelong dream of seeing it one one day, preferably with the girl of my dreams.
Throughout the walk I kept saying what an awesome combination the phenetylamine and the tryptamine were, saying things like: ''Several million years ago, when someone created mescaline and 5-MeO-Mipt, he said that these two substances were created to be taken in combination with each other, and I am the lucky one to whom this wonder has been revealed!'' We walked, talked to the corn (I named one plant Rudolf and told him he was a great guy) and suddenly we saw a building up ahead. It looked kinda like a hotel, just maybe from a cartoon or a comic strip. Or perhaps we were in Alice's Wonderland? We finally arrived at this place called the Cube (two benches and a table beneath a roof, supposedly it looks like a square from the sky) and immediately smoked a joint there. Afterwards, the lot was eager to shove some amphetamine up their nostrils; of course, none of them had taken any of theirs with them. I on the other hand was aware of that and, thinking ahead, took the speed with me outside. So I drew 5 lines for my 5 companions. I wanted to observe them a little longer: they looked so beautiful in the blue light of A's mp3 player. They were moving, crawling, spreading and flowing on the table while changing colours. Sadly, the gang wanted to snort them right away so I had to stop staring at them like a tripped out maniac. I considered snorting one myself, but decided against it. We headed back to S's house and I was a starting to feel a bit cold so A gave me his sweater which I put around my shoulders - I was now Julius Cesar, I travelled through time or something. The idea of time travel had been stuck in my head for quite some time and I had asked S if something like that would be possible if I added a strong tab of acid to the combination. I had taken the tab out with me, but decided to maybe eat it a little later, since I was feeling magnificent anyway.
At about 3:30 (T+8:30) we arrived back to S's house where P started drawing lines of his own speed right away. Funny combination, stimulants and psychedelics, but everyone there seemed to enjoy it, so I said to myself, what the heck, I'll do one. I did, got some nice rushing, but no significant changes. Then I remembered that I still had to travel through time and that it would be a good idea to eat that tab of acid now, despite my previous difficult experiences with it. Besides, A and I had been wanting to drop acid together for a long time, so we put all our thoughts aside and each put a tab on his tongue (T+9:30). Oddly enough, A managed to swallow his without water while I wasn't sure if I had swallowed it with water at all. Very soon, my worries were swept away as I was gently pushed into the dreamy LSD state, a total opposite of the very social and active mescaline trip. This was also evident in my trip notebook - the notes went from everything and everyone being a DJ (as in DJ Change the music -> DJ Too lazy) and awesome jokes to random coloring, just some random colorful scribbles that looked awesome at the moment. After ingesting the acid, my time perception started playing tricks on me, so the reports of the next events will be a little scrambled. But I enjoyed this change in time perception: I had achieved my goal of time travel. At least... in a way...
Somewhere around 4 am, another cool thing happened. Since the beginning of the trip I had been playing with this wooden giraffe that S's dad had made. It was so wonderfully crafted, it was almost like the sculpture was alive and one of us. I announced that I was gonna marry her when we are fucked up enough. And we actually went through with the ceremony at about 4. S brought some candles and artifacts. He was to be the priest, the best man and the father of the bride. In the end I even kissed the giraffe and we all started debating where she and I should go on our honeymoon. I realized that we had already had it, when we were walking outside to the Cube and the surroundings were extremely lunar-like, so we just figured we were on the moon -> honeymoon. And this was all possible thanks to the time travelling ability gained by eating acid!
At 5 or so we went out to smoke a joint and were startled by a car that was apparently trying to park in S's parking space. S's first thought was: undercover cops. The car was a kind that they usually drive and we got scared shitless that some of the neighbours had called the cops. That would be a disaster, since we had shitloads of drugs lying around in the room. I was psyched since the acid was starting to hit me, but the relief of realizing that the car was just trying to make a turn calmed everyone down. Still, to be cautious, we moved back inside and smoked the joint there. The sunrise we had been longing to witness had still not arrived anyway. It was then about 30 minutes after taking acid, so it was now definitely kicking in. I put on this amazing dubstep song Modestep - Sunlight to honour the coming of the sun. During the sickest part, I got kicked out of the chair in which I was sitting and started doing the craziest robot dance that I could never have pulled off had I not been on acid. Now the sunrise was definitely arriving, so we rolled a joint to smoke outside, but were distracted by this awesome Finnish reggae song by Raappana called Yksinaista. I am able to sing most of the chorus and bridge, so I used that to my advantage and sang along in Finnish while randomly including phrases like: ''Let's go watch the sunrise, the colours are nice, etc.'' in Slovene, not once losing the melody or timing. After that we really had to go outside and the sky was... simply stunning. We didn't see much of the sunrise, but nevertheless, the colours were amazing, especially the completely purple colour of the clouds. The acid had completely taken over the trip and I noticed that I was in fact more familiar with it as I had thought. Familiar patterns and tracers, as if pasted over everything. I felt really happy when I realized that I was in complete control of the acid and it was not, for a change, fucking with my emotions and controlling me. I remembered a thought from before: ''The mescaline was long gone, but the acid was running strong!'' Ironic opposite of Fear and loathing in Las Vegas; we had talked about the movie a lot during the start of the trip, comparing me to Hunter S. Thompson (I had this awesome hat and sunglasses).
At about 6 am (T+11:00), S's gf M went to get some sleep since she was to be driving us back home later. Throughout the whole experience we listened to the most awesome music, Shpongle and psychedelic dubstep gave the room a feeling of an underwater jungle. At about 6:30 (T+11:30) I decided to knock things up a notch, so I asked S for 10 more mg of 5-MeO-Mipt. He gave it to me and decided to eat 0.5 grams of Jamaican mushrooms at the same time as I was taking the 5-MeO. This was S's first high dose LSD trip, he had taken 2 strong tabs, each containing 120+ micrograms. With all the 2C-B and speed added, it must've been an amazing experience for him. One time during the experience I declared that I was giving my kaleidoscope to him. He was really glad, it seemed liked it really made him happy. The awesome and funny thing is that at one point, we both remembered that I had given him the toy and I was seconds away from mentioning it when he said:'' Woow, dude you gave me a kaleidoscope, awesome!!''
Anyway, we took the 5-MeO and the shrooms, then went to the attic to smoke a joint. The two drugs quickly started affecting S and me, I was starting to feel light and content and the spacey feeling was intensified. We laughed like madmen upon finding an old sticker of the Pokemon Nidoran and S saying that he would name his cat Nidoran if he had one. We then got the idea of catching a wild rabbit and naming it Nidoran... crazy hippies.
After this, things started to get really weird and interesting. We ate a lot, we had been eating throughout the night, and we drank shitloads of tea. Awesome sentences, ideas and jokes just never seemed to end, with the visuals being fantastic. The shrooms hit S pretty hard, but he was enjoying himself to the max. He wanted to do something extraordinary, something epic, like give birth - so he gave birth to the giraffe, my wife. He held her out, kinda like in Lion King, and he looked so mighty and glorious. In fact, during the whole experiences I pictured him as this awesome Shiva samurai with loads of arms (because of the tracers). I felt great because we finally managed to trip together. And this experience strengthened my belief that he is indeed one of the best people I know.
At about 8 am or T+13:00 I found myself lying on the floor on a blanket, trying to look clearly at the faces of S and P, but they kept morfing into one face because of the angle. Almost all the time, they had loads of eyes and it looked like the nose of the face represented a line between two sides, and all things had in them a hint of this. It looked like Moses came to the top of someone's forehead and split it in 2 sides.
The visuals during this part were totally crazy. Later I finally realized what the difference between mescaline and LSD visuals, according to wikipedia, was. I recalled how on mescaline, I would be staring at something and its patterns would start moving. Flowing, changing colours - so they were more like illusions. On acid, it just seemed like everything was painted with patterns and colours, meaning I saw things that weren't really there - so these were hallucinations.
Suddenly, I completely lost sense of everything. I had no idea what had happened as I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 10:20 am. What the hell? Where did the last two hours go? I could've sworn that maximum half an hour had passed since the time was something past 8. Of course time perception always becomes tricky on drugs like these, but nothing this crazy had ever happened to me before. I was confused, but happy at the same time, because this appeared to be another sign of the supposed time travel. Around that time, we all started coming down from our peaks, so we chilled, smoked, listened to music, P was drawing lines while I ate two parachutes of speed. P had become pretty crazy about speed, atleast when there was good speed. And since it's always been nearly impossible for me to get low quality stuff, we always had good speed.
He was happily playing with the speed (from here came the idea of speed being Lego bricks, since you can make so make different shapes with it), when he got the craziest, most hilarious idea. He was cutting a pineapple and was eating it while playing with his speed. He proceded to wipe his ID card, full of speed, on the piece of pineapple he was holding in his hand, and made sure he got enough attention when doing the dumbest thing in the world. It was a totally hilarious sight: a totally blitzed guy with dreadlocks, eyes wide open with the pupils dilated, munching the piece of pineapple to the beat of the music. He knew that he had done the craziest thing ever and made sure that I got a good laugh out of it. And I did, too. The look on his face was priceless when he put the piece of fruit in his mouth.
P proved to be a great companion after this trip. Before, he could get on your nerves by talking too much when he was on speed and never realizing it. But at some point during the night, he was suddenly like: ''Oh shit... I'm really really sorry. I talk way too much and I know that it's annoying all of you.'' The ironic thing was that this was probably the first time taking drugs with him that he was in fact not talking too much, and even when he was, it wasn't annoying. He was on a funky mixture of 2C-E,B,I, which he named EBI cocktail. He's a great painter and he spent most of the time working on a painting while tripping hard and losing himself in it constantly. He later decided to give the painting to M, to thank her for putting up with 5 extremely high dudes and also driving them - us - home.
A, on the other hand, was drawing something in his usual style, except that this one just looked so... unique, different. I told him: ''You know what's awesome about this picture? I'm tripping balls right now and it looks amazing, but I am certain that when I look at it sober, I'm gonna love it the same as now.'' I asked him to sell me the picture and quickly we came to a compromise. He was thinking of a Pretty Lights song, but couldn't remember the full title. I knew which one he meant and I happened to have it on my iPod, so I put it on. This counted as payment for that beautiful work of art (he has yet to give me the picture, though). At around 11 (T+14:00) he totally surprised me by saying that his sweater was gone. I remembered that I was the last one wearing it, but was sure that I had brought it home safely. But apparently I forgot to pick it up from the floor after we stopped lying on the road and watching the starts when we were outside before. I couldn't remember forgetting it, I was sure I had taken it with me. I looked around the house a bit, but had no luck in finding it. I kept praying that it would magically appear somewhere, but I had to bury that hope soon. Then I even remembered that when we were lying there, P wanted to go home and listen to uplifting trance and I, being a total uplifting trance freak, got blasted up saying: ''Yeaah! Let's go! I'll be the DJ now!'' (cause everything was a DJ before). Of course I didn't bother to pick up anything from the floor, so yeah.. I had fucked up. I mean, I knew it was no big deal, but I was disappointed in myself for losing my friend's possession. I felt really bad and started thinking that maybe I did not deserve the awesome picture he was drawing. He assured me that everything was okay and I kinda forced myself not to think about it anymore.
Shortly after that, M woke up and we slowly started preparing to leave. The living room was a complete mess, but of course cleaning it was no match for 4 or 5 guys on loads of speed. I kept asking everyone if they needed any help and I always got the same answer: ''No no, it's okay, it feels good to be doing something, I really want to do... anything.'' As I was in no mood for doing anything productive, that was really a huge favor. But I did help with the cleaning and, to our surprise, we cleaned everything really fast and neatly. We were almost set to leave, but before that, S brought some clothes that were in his room to the living room. You cannot imagine the feeling I had when A found his sweater amidst the clothes. I instantly became really happy and light; a big burden had been lifted off me. I knew that I had not fucked up and that the memory of leaving the sweater on the road was just my mind playing tricks with me.
So we headed back to the city, where we hung out and chilled a bit, then later went to an exhibition that also had a video made by A. Sadly, he was too fucked up to come and we all had to talk to his family, still completely fucked up. I hung out with P for a bit, visited A and went to sleep at about 1 am at night. Before falling asleep, about 30 hours after we had started the trip, I still had really nice CEVs and slight OEVs. I slept really well and had dreams of going on an adventure to the woods or a hill or something a few nights in a row. The next day I felt awesome, not even a little fucked up. With a smile I said to myself that if I had gotten totally high on stimulants and empathogens, even in small doses, I would probably be feeling like shit, with no goals, will, or anything. Now I was sure that this truly was the greatest trip/drug experience in my life so far. I felt really connected to the people in the group, even D, S's friend, who kept silent most of the time, just enjoying himself and not minding the crazy people around him doing crazy stuff.
I debated whether I should write this report or not since a lot of good jokes and thoughts would be lost with translation. Still, there are a lot of those that sound good when translated, like when S said that it would be awesome to have ''dreams in crystal form so you could snort them.'' My response was simply: ''Dimethyltryptamine.''
The DJ ideas were crazy as hell as well, my favourite one being DJ H2 feat. O. I couldn't stop myself from thinking and speaking in DJ all the time for the whole day.
But a lot of the events that took place during this trip would be really hard to translate and some parts are too personal or too forgotten to talk about them. Still, I decided to write this report since I haven't noticed any report containing such a unique combination of chemicals. I felt it almost necessary to inform people about the effects, so that the ones who are looking for a really exotic experience can take a trip like this and know what they're in for. The setting and company are once again proven to be of the utmost importance. With the right people and surroundings, an amazing experience is almost always guaranteed.
