I was at a music festival over the weekend and due to being a little tipsy i did something i never usually do and bought a random powder a guy i was trying to by ket off was selling, which he was calling "foxy", and described as a trippier version of mdma. A group of about 6 of us bought a line each, apart from me and a friend who bought 2 (having taken a lot of md the night before we were worried it wouldnt hit us - big mistake!). We each snorted our first line at about 9.00, i'd estimate about 50mg dosage, hard to estimate as it was in a dark tent. We then left to see the headline band, but by the time we got about 20m down the road things started to go wrong...
9.00pm - First Dose: extremely painful to snort (nostrils still hurting 3 days later), eyes watering
9.10 - Feeling first effects: disorientation, confusion, anxiety, unable to urinate. Also everybody shared an extreme need to shit, increased by the anxiety.
9.15 - The rest of my friends who took the foxy panic and return to the campsite. I stay as it is my friends first time on mdma, and as im pretty experienced she wanted me to stay with her through it.
9.30 - Beginning to come to terms with the feeling of coming up, sounds sound louder, im still anxious but as we near the music i become excited, and ring everybody i can think of to tell them what id done
9.45 - The band begins and instantly the anxiety falls away to one of the most beautiful feelings i've ever expreinced, i can relate it only to the first time i ever took mdma, yet i would say it was stronger than that. Time slips away and i am entranced by the lightshow the band are putting on. I have so much love for the people around me, the people im with are all md so return my affection. Eyes rolling back and serious jaw clenching.
12.00 - Band finish and i begin to feel slightly more normal. We get back to the campsite and my friends who took foxy are also starting to comedown but are still visibly fucked. I decide to take another hit and me and a friend snort another line.
12.30 - Experience the "coming up" again but less extremely, unable to pretend im not tired, my brain feels exhausted. Decide to head to see more music.
1.30 - Too tired to dance so head to campsite. Descide to try and sleep - this is where it all goes wrong.
Until around 7.30 - 8.00am i am unable to sleep, i see faces in every fold of the tent around me, my heart seems to alternate between going super fast, and not beating at all. I phone everyone on my phone (again) to ask for help. At about 4 I am sitting in my tent crying, too afraid to try and sleep because im scared i wont wake up. Leave my tent to take myself to the medical tent. Get lost on the way, and wander around in the freezing cold for 2 hours. When the sun comes up the hallucinations subside, but i still feel terrible throughout the next day.
All in all it was an incredible night, but not a drug i think i would do again - tbh i think i enjoyed it because of the circumstances - seeing a band i love - but the comedown was unbearable.
9.00pm - First Dose: extremely painful to snort (nostrils still hurting 3 days later), eyes watering
9.10 - Feeling first effects: disorientation, confusion, anxiety, unable to urinate. Also everybody shared an extreme need to shit, increased by the anxiety.
9.15 - The rest of my friends who took the foxy panic and return to the campsite. I stay as it is my friends first time on mdma, and as im pretty experienced she wanted me to stay with her through it.
9.30 - Beginning to come to terms with the feeling of coming up, sounds sound louder, im still anxious but as we near the music i become excited, and ring everybody i can think of to tell them what id done
9.45 - The band begins and instantly the anxiety falls away to one of the most beautiful feelings i've ever expreinced, i can relate it only to the first time i ever took mdma, yet i would say it was stronger than that. Time slips away and i am entranced by the lightshow the band are putting on. I have so much love for the people around me, the people im with are all md so return my affection. Eyes rolling back and serious jaw clenching.
12.00 - Band finish and i begin to feel slightly more normal. We get back to the campsite and my friends who took foxy are also starting to comedown but are still visibly fucked. I decide to take another hit and me and a friend snort another line.
12.30 - Experience the "coming up" again but less extremely, unable to pretend im not tired, my brain feels exhausted. Decide to head to see more music.
1.30 - Too tired to dance so head to campsite. Descide to try and sleep - this is where it all goes wrong.
Until around 7.30 - 8.00am i am unable to sleep, i see faces in every fold of the tent around me, my heart seems to alternate between going super fast, and not beating at all. I phone everyone on my phone (again) to ask for help. At about 4 I am sitting in my tent crying, too afraid to try and sleep because im scared i wont wake up. Leave my tent to take myself to the medical tent. Get lost on the way, and wander around in the freezing cold for 2 hours. When the sun comes up the hallucinations subside, but i still feel terrible throughout the next day.
All in all it was an incredible night, but not a drug i think i would do again - tbh i think i enjoyed it because of the circumstances - seeing a band i love - but the comedown was unbearable.
