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Bluelighter
So I'll start off with some background info. I'm a 17y/o female from BC, went to a music festival this summer....it was amazing. The novelty of the whole "bass community" in this part of the world is still so fresh to me and everything so exciting. I have done my fair share of mdma, at least 30 different times in the past 1.5 years, I have experimented with LSD and Mushrooms as well as various prescription drugs. Daily marijuana smoker.
I have not experimented with any RCs though, I might give 2cb a try seeing as my guy has it now but I don't really like the fact that there's so little known about them, Im not really an avid "tripper" (although I do love acid) I prefer party drugs. Previous to this festival I had gone to a few clubs and shows mainly dubstep, DNB, that type of music.
Anyway, it was August, it was hot and I had gotten my mother to drop me off at this music festival...it was a long 6 hour car ride to say the least. Were parked at the gate and she asks a vollunteer where the walk ins could go so as to avoid the 10 hour wait for cards to be inspected. He motions to a little shack with some people scanning tickets, He also asks if I have identification because you need to be 19 or old to which I blurt out yes and nervously try to steer the conversation elsewhere...my mom wasn't pay too much attention but looks at me a bit strangely but doesn't really say anything. With my hands shaking I walk over to the entrance, get my ticket scanned and a worker slaps a wristband on me and tells me not to loose it or im outta the festival....no ID check no bag check no nothin'. To was I was relived would be an understatement. I have a fake ID but it's not that great hehe. So I;m walking around the ranch and thinking to myself "how the FUCK am I going to find my friend" I was supposed to somehow meet up with my friend M and her sis and her friends. She was coming in frmo calgary, I from vancouver. After a long treck through the 4 km long ranch in blistering heat and carrying a shit load of bags I find a place with cell reception, I give her a call and.....YES....I got through, she tells me she's at the gate chilling with her sister in the car line up so we meet up and go set up camp quite far from the main stages but away from the field so the sun wouldn't be shining in our tents as soon as morning hit.
The festival was 5 days long you could say, although the first day and the last day had no music. We snuck in some alcohol (prohibited on the ranch) and smoked some ganj and chilled out at camp with M's sister and her sisters friends. Cool people. I had only met these people that day so me being the awkward teenager that I am didn't say too much. The next day we explored, the music still wasn't on.
Day 3 of the festival is when it really began, the music started up and didn't let down till the last day. There were 5 stages, my favorites being the "living room" one that was by the river where they played reggae and chilled dubstep. (this festival was mainy dubstep) Real slow music you can sit around to. There were couches and cushions and even massage tables! by day the river was sooooooooooo crisp and cold that it would actually wake you up after a night of dancing till 4 in the morning. Refreshement. This stage basically turned into a bit of a home for me and M, she and I would meet up there if we got lost or we would naturally go there when we had nothing to do. We would smoke weed literally alllll day long and even brought a batch of weed brownies. We didn't have much luck scoring MDMA before the festival so I only had a couple caps and she had some herbal stuff that act like mdma. (i kind of lolled in my head when she told me she didn't really want any mdma cause she had that shit) I took my caps that night and had a good time at datsik, meeting up with her sisters friends and dancing around. I didn't really get high other than just more awake and a bit happier. (I had a pretty big tolerance at this point)
The next day we took acid in the afternoon, it was a lot of fun running around in the forest, looking at the trippy stages and dancing to some funk all day, we kept popping the sugar cubes throughout the day so we stayed high for a long time. There was one point after we had taken all the acid we set aside for that day where we were in this strange stage in the trip where it felt like a peak but we had already gotten past it....we were sitting in our tent which was a mess, shirts, underwear, roaches, pillows, glitter, all over! M was trying to find some shirt of hers because we were preparing our outfits for the night awaiting us. Had to look as funky as possible to get down to the bass that excision was going to throw down. She looked at me and I at her and we burst out laughing at the same time not letting up forever it seemed. We seem to have this special connection, especially when trippin when we know exactly what the other is thinking at that point. I said "whats that about" and she replied "the mystery's underneath the maze of course!!" and we both began rummaging through our torrential mess. Stopping every few minutes because we found some nice item and wanted to admire it, and then to remind ourselves just what we were looking for. Sometimes completely forgetting that we still had to get ready for the night ahead. "wait....what are we doing in this tent!!! we need to be out...in the forest...appreciating.........everything.....i can....feel it...ya know?" I stuttered, confused by the situation. "Well...I dont really know" she replied "OH YES THE SHIRT! I MUST HAVE THAT SHIRT" and it went on in that neverending circle of confusion for a good hour.
The next day was Sunday, the last and most important day of the festival it was the night that the biggest names in the biz came out, bassnectar, flux pavilion, skrillex, zeds dead, ect ect, you get the gist. As the days in the festival went by the people grew quieter and quieter in the daytime and louder and louder in the night. We cooled off that morning at the river, barely speaking with eachother. Maybe it was from the mdma being done at night, maybe it was all the weed that was smoked, maybe it was the sleep deprivation. It was probably the combination. But we were both pretty beat at that point and just hung out all day at the living room. Chillin to funky reggae and half falling asleep in the sun. M felt ill that day and took a nap at around 7pm, we had gotten into a bit of an argument that day. Probably just from the comedown/tiredness/irritability. She awoke seeming refreshed and I asked her how she was. She said she felt much better and was ready to get along with the night. It was 8pm by then and we had agreed earlier to take the acid at 7. So anyways, we took our tabs and talked happily, our energy coming back to us magically because of the excitment for what was to come. Just as we had been walking down the path to get to the main center of the festival, to the vendors to get some dinner before starting out we came across some fellow campers and half heartedly asked if they had mdma for sale. We had been trying to find more the days before without luck. And what do you know, they DID! A woman pulled out a baggy of HUGE mdma caps, and im talking at least 2-3times the size of any regular ones ive ever had. I got two and M got 1. The woman warned us not to take more than 1 at a time. We were eating a meal and I could start to feel the acid hitting, everything was morphing a bit and the salad was unusually vivid. We then walked to a pill testing tent and got our pills tested, came out with an MDMA like substance. bingo, we were set for the night. My acid was hitting me hard by this time and I kept thinking that I have to plateau soon because I can't handle being much higher. It was so much stronger than I had expected, my close eyed visuals were no longer close eyed...I felt like I was spinning in an optical illusion. I felt like I was in a cartoon and kept thinking my hand had shrunken and tightened up. We were awaiting for the main act, BASSNECTAR! i wanted to roll for his set so we calcualted that taking the mdma at 12 would be a good idea.
The way it goes with me and M is that I always somehow end up much much higher than her, and tonight was definitely not an exception. She had taken a different acid than I had, she got hers from her sis and was not even close to as high as I was at that point. The trees were just one bit spiraly fractal and I thought I was being wrapped into the folds of the universe while we were in line for the bathroom. I dont know how long we were there but it felt like a long long time, although it was probably 5 minutes. M started to complain she was sick and we quickly walked behind the port a potties. I said "We need to run into the forest, it will save you" as she was throwing up. I had barely any idea of what was going on and I had to get her to explain that the MDMA we had taken wasn't doing too well for her. M always pukes when she takes m, somehow I never have with it being my DOC and all that. So we waited and waited and i could feel the M hitting me not even 30 mintues after taking it. I kept pondering the question of if I was rolling and started to rub my stomach. Yep definitely rolling. My eyes started to jitter and I was basically not there anymore. So ridiculously high that I couldnt understand where I was or what the fuck was going on. I didn't know how to take care of M. Everntually she stopped puking, took my hand and led me to the main stage. And....Bassnectar was preparing for his set!! Finally....after all that the time had fucking come. It was time to get down to bassnectar. What I can only describe as one of the best experiences of my life. Looking onto the crowd as thousands of us danced to the matrix, immigraniada and various songs he remixed. Everyone had good vibes, there was a giant jellyfish over the crowd that looked magical. I stalked my way through the crowd not being able to stop grinning like the high idiot that I was. Dressed in my tiger Hood, shorts and sucking on my ring pop. I made at least 20 new friends and danced and dance and danced. Before I knew it it was 5 in the morning! And flux Pavilion had just ended his set. Me and M made our way back to the living room to chill out as the sun rose it was cold and we smuggled together on the grass against a tree. A man saw us and gave us a big hug and wrapped us in a blanket without a single word.
The next day i woke up at around 12 and couldn't believe i was still slightly high from the acid! It was a long day to say the least....putting away camp and lugging all our shit back to the car was not fun... I also discovered that my cheeks were basically chewed through, I had chunks of skin missing from the roof of my mouth because of chewing on the plastic part of that ring pop since I had literally bitten through it in one go. Months later i can still feel a scar running across my left cheek. Its like my own personal reminder of that night.
I have not experimented with any RCs though, I might give 2cb a try seeing as my guy has it now but I don't really like the fact that there's so little known about them, Im not really an avid "tripper" (although I do love acid) I prefer party drugs. Previous to this festival I had gone to a few clubs and shows mainly dubstep, DNB, that type of music.
Anyway, it was August, it was hot and I had gotten my mother to drop me off at this music festival...it was a long 6 hour car ride to say the least. Were parked at the gate and she asks a vollunteer where the walk ins could go so as to avoid the 10 hour wait for cards to be inspected. He motions to a little shack with some people scanning tickets, He also asks if I have identification because you need to be 19 or old to which I blurt out yes and nervously try to steer the conversation elsewhere...my mom wasn't pay too much attention but looks at me a bit strangely but doesn't really say anything. With my hands shaking I walk over to the entrance, get my ticket scanned and a worker slaps a wristband on me and tells me not to loose it or im outta the festival....no ID check no bag check no nothin'. To was I was relived would be an understatement. I have a fake ID but it's not that great hehe. So I;m walking around the ranch and thinking to myself "how the FUCK am I going to find my friend" I was supposed to somehow meet up with my friend M and her sis and her friends. She was coming in frmo calgary, I from vancouver. After a long treck through the 4 km long ranch in blistering heat and carrying a shit load of bags I find a place with cell reception, I give her a call and.....YES....I got through, she tells me she's at the gate chilling with her sister in the car line up so we meet up and go set up camp quite far from the main stages but away from the field so the sun wouldn't be shining in our tents as soon as morning hit.
The festival was 5 days long you could say, although the first day and the last day had no music. We snuck in some alcohol (prohibited on the ranch) and smoked some ganj and chilled out at camp with M's sister and her sisters friends. Cool people. I had only met these people that day so me being the awkward teenager that I am didn't say too much. The next day we explored, the music still wasn't on.
Day 3 of the festival is when it really began, the music started up and didn't let down till the last day. There were 5 stages, my favorites being the "living room" one that was by the river where they played reggae and chilled dubstep. (this festival was mainy dubstep) Real slow music you can sit around to. There were couches and cushions and even massage tables! by day the river was sooooooooooo crisp and cold that it would actually wake you up after a night of dancing till 4 in the morning. Refreshement. This stage basically turned into a bit of a home for me and M, she and I would meet up there if we got lost or we would naturally go there when we had nothing to do. We would smoke weed literally alllll day long and even brought a batch of weed brownies. We didn't have much luck scoring MDMA before the festival so I only had a couple caps and she had some herbal stuff that act like mdma. (i kind of lolled in my head when she told me she didn't really want any mdma cause she had that shit) I took my caps that night and had a good time at datsik, meeting up with her sisters friends and dancing around. I didn't really get high other than just more awake and a bit happier. (I had a pretty big tolerance at this point)
The next day we took acid in the afternoon, it was a lot of fun running around in the forest, looking at the trippy stages and dancing to some funk all day, we kept popping the sugar cubes throughout the day so we stayed high for a long time. There was one point after we had taken all the acid we set aside for that day where we were in this strange stage in the trip where it felt like a peak but we had already gotten past it....we were sitting in our tent which was a mess, shirts, underwear, roaches, pillows, glitter, all over! M was trying to find some shirt of hers because we were preparing our outfits for the night awaiting us. Had to look as funky as possible to get down to the bass that excision was going to throw down. She looked at me and I at her and we burst out laughing at the same time not letting up forever it seemed. We seem to have this special connection, especially when trippin when we know exactly what the other is thinking at that point. I said "whats that about" and she replied "the mystery's underneath the maze of course!!" and we both began rummaging through our torrential mess. Stopping every few minutes because we found some nice item and wanted to admire it, and then to remind ourselves just what we were looking for. Sometimes completely forgetting that we still had to get ready for the night ahead. "wait....what are we doing in this tent!!! we need to be out...in the forest...appreciating.........everything.....i can....feel it...ya know?" I stuttered, confused by the situation. "Well...I dont really know" she replied "OH YES THE SHIRT! I MUST HAVE THAT SHIRT" and it went on in that neverending circle of confusion for a good hour.
The next day was Sunday, the last and most important day of the festival it was the night that the biggest names in the biz came out, bassnectar, flux pavilion, skrillex, zeds dead, ect ect, you get the gist. As the days in the festival went by the people grew quieter and quieter in the daytime and louder and louder in the night. We cooled off that morning at the river, barely speaking with eachother. Maybe it was from the mdma being done at night, maybe it was all the weed that was smoked, maybe it was the sleep deprivation. It was probably the combination. But we were both pretty beat at that point and just hung out all day at the living room. Chillin to funky reggae and half falling asleep in the sun. M felt ill that day and took a nap at around 7pm, we had gotten into a bit of an argument that day. Probably just from the comedown/tiredness/irritability. She awoke seeming refreshed and I asked her how she was. She said she felt much better and was ready to get along with the night. It was 8pm by then and we had agreed earlier to take the acid at 7. So anyways, we took our tabs and talked happily, our energy coming back to us magically because of the excitment for what was to come. Just as we had been walking down the path to get to the main center of the festival, to the vendors to get some dinner before starting out we came across some fellow campers and half heartedly asked if they had mdma for sale. We had been trying to find more the days before without luck. And what do you know, they DID! A woman pulled out a baggy of HUGE mdma caps, and im talking at least 2-3times the size of any regular ones ive ever had. I got two and M got 1. The woman warned us not to take more than 1 at a time. We were eating a meal and I could start to feel the acid hitting, everything was morphing a bit and the salad was unusually vivid. We then walked to a pill testing tent and got our pills tested, came out with an MDMA like substance. bingo, we were set for the night. My acid was hitting me hard by this time and I kept thinking that I have to plateau soon because I can't handle being much higher. It was so much stronger than I had expected, my close eyed visuals were no longer close eyed...I felt like I was spinning in an optical illusion. I felt like I was in a cartoon and kept thinking my hand had shrunken and tightened up. We were awaiting for the main act, BASSNECTAR! i wanted to roll for his set so we calcualted that taking the mdma at 12 would be a good idea.
The way it goes with me and M is that I always somehow end up much much higher than her, and tonight was definitely not an exception. She had taken a different acid than I had, she got hers from her sis and was not even close to as high as I was at that point. The trees were just one bit spiraly fractal and I thought I was being wrapped into the folds of the universe while we were in line for the bathroom. I dont know how long we were there but it felt like a long long time, although it was probably 5 minutes. M started to complain she was sick and we quickly walked behind the port a potties. I said "We need to run into the forest, it will save you" as she was throwing up. I had barely any idea of what was going on and I had to get her to explain that the MDMA we had taken wasn't doing too well for her. M always pukes when she takes m, somehow I never have with it being my DOC and all that. So we waited and waited and i could feel the M hitting me not even 30 mintues after taking it. I kept pondering the question of if I was rolling and started to rub my stomach. Yep definitely rolling. My eyes started to jitter and I was basically not there anymore. So ridiculously high that I couldnt understand where I was or what the fuck was going on. I didn't know how to take care of M. Everntually she stopped puking, took my hand and led me to the main stage. And....Bassnectar was preparing for his set!! Finally....after all that the time had fucking come. It was time to get down to bassnectar. What I can only describe as one of the best experiences of my life. Looking onto the crowd as thousands of us danced to the matrix, immigraniada and various songs he remixed. Everyone had good vibes, there was a giant jellyfish over the crowd that looked magical. I stalked my way through the crowd not being able to stop grinning like the high idiot that I was. Dressed in my tiger Hood, shorts and sucking on my ring pop. I made at least 20 new friends and danced and dance and danced. Before I knew it it was 5 in the morning! And flux Pavilion had just ended his set. Me and M made our way back to the living room to chill out as the sun rose it was cold and we smuggled together on the grass against a tree. A man saw us and gave us a big hug and wrapped us in a blanket without a single word.
The next day i woke up at around 12 and couldn't believe i was still slightly high from the acid! It was a long day to say the least....putting away camp and lugging all our shit back to the car was not fun... I also discovered that my cheeks were basically chewed through, I had chunks of skin missing from the roof of my mouth because of chewing on the plastic part of that ring pop since I had literally bitten through it in one go. Months later i can still feel a scar running across my left cheek. Its like my own personal reminder of that night.
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