Some might find this boring and irrelevant, but I just feel like sharing my story of the last few experiences I've had with MDMA and how I went from a really negative mindset to having an amazing time.
My troubles started in January when we finally found a dealer in my town and went to the first rave after our Xmas break. I was really excited to go crazy, some awesome dj's were playing, generally great vibe. I dropped my first bomb ~150mg, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't feeling good, just drowzy and drunk almost. I ended up vomiting on purpose to sober up, then spent most of the night on a sofa talking to a girl who was feeling equally shit. My friends all had an amazing time and loved the stuff we got (they've all done MDMA 10+ times).
I'd been feeling a bit nauseous that day, and I'd been to the gym and blamed my shitty experience on the fact that my body was in a weakened state when I took it.
A couple of weeks after that me and a friend decided to drop one bomb each (left overs from January) at the student union to spice up the night a bit. The same thing happened but I resisted it for a much shorter time. I ditched the girl I was talking to and spent an hour throwing up in the bathroom until I was stone cold sober. Can't remember what I did after that but it was a shit night. At this point I was blaming the source of the drugs, and this MDMA must just not work well with me.
Drum and Bass Awards at the beginning of March: Most of my friends had bought MDMA from the same dealer as before, but me and another guy had some stuff from Leeds, and it was "guaranteed" to be good.
Holy shit this place was dodgy. Standard me, after the first bomb I went to throw up in the bathroom, and I was thinking: "I've lost the magic, I can no longer enjoy MDMA. FML" Suddenly I heard a hard knock on the door... I had close to 750mg of MDMA in my pockets (had both mine and a friend's, and it was his first time doing it)
I opened the door and the guy who sells perfume in the bathroom pushed in and locked the door. He searched me and found all my drugs, at which point I was bricking it. Then he told me I had to pay him 10 quid to get my drugs back!! After about 2 hours of going in to piss a few times he gave it back for free when he realised I had no money (a bomb was missing though)
He did the same thing to my friend, but took 15 quid in exchange for his MDMA PLUS half a gram of mephedrone that he'd stolen from someone else! Incredible. Later that night when I felt a bit better I dropped some more, and I actually had a good time (although there are about 3 hours where i remember NOTHING, I was tripping hard)
Then we get to 2 nights ago
Absolute bliss
I was so nervous about taking the MDMA that I felt sick the whole day. When I was coming up I started feeling my normal symptoms, but resisted my urge to go and die early and kept dancing very cautiously. I ended up sitting down for a while until I was stable, and voila! That's all it took. I wasn't crazy energetic, just felt really good and loved up, the way it's supposed to be.
What made the night even better was this: There was a girl sitting alone on a sofa looking pretty miserable, so I sat next to her in an attempt to cheer her up. She'd taken MDMA for the first time (previous pill experience) and was feeling how I'd been feeling the past times. I managed to convince her it was gonna be alright, and eventually we were going crazy dancing on sofas and chairs, all my friends joining in. Few crazy photos and kisses, and a couple of hours later I joined my friends and she went with hers, and she thanked me like 10 times for making her night :D Just knowing that made mine, and it was the best night since New Years without a doubt.
I must say though, when the half gram I thought was a great idea to take was finished, I was on another planet. I was having some slightly nasty hallucinations (too good of a mood to get really scared, but it could have turned bad). For example I was trying to roll a cigarette, and it started looking like I had tobacco all over my hands and it was stuck to me and I was freaking out. Also some of the lights were fucking with me badly. I enjoy it though cause it's so bizarre.
What I realised that night was that it was all in my head. Maybe I did just have a bad time the first night, but it put me in the wrong mindset for the following experiences.
If you got this far, thanks for listening. Peace
My troubles started in January when we finally found a dealer in my town and went to the first rave after our Xmas break. I was really excited to go crazy, some awesome dj's were playing, generally great vibe. I dropped my first bomb ~150mg, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't feeling good, just drowzy and drunk almost. I ended up vomiting on purpose to sober up, then spent most of the night on a sofa talking to a girl who was feeling equally shit. My friends all had an amazing time and loved the stuff we got (they've all done MDMA 10+ times).
I'd been feeling a bit nauseous that day, and I'd been to the gym and blamed my shitty experience on the fact that my body was in a weakened state when I took it.
A couple of weeks after that me and a friend decided to drop one bomb each (left overs from January) at the student union to spice up the night a bit. The same thing happened but I resisted it for a much shorter time. I ditched the girl I was talking to and spent an hour throwing up in the bathroom until I was stone cold sober. Can't remember what I did after that but it was a shit night. At this point I was blaming the source of the drugs, and this MDMA must just not work well with me.
Drum and Bass Awards at the beginning of March: Most of my friends had bought MDMA from the same dealer as before, but me and another guy had some stuff from Leeds, and it was "guaranteed" to be good.
Holy shit this place was dodgy. Standard me, after the first bomb I went to throw up in the bathroom, and I was thinking: "I've lost the magic, I can no longer enjoy MDMA. FML" Suddenly I heard a hard knock on the door... I had close to 750mg of MDMA in my pockets (had both mine and a friend's, and it was his first time doing it)
I opened the door and the guy who sells perfume in the bathroom pushed in and locked the door. He searched me and found all my drugs, at which point I was bricking it. Then he told me I had to pay him 10 quid to get my drugs back!! After about 2 hours of going in to piss a few times he gave it back for free when he realised I had no money (a bomb was missing though)
He did the same thing to my friend, but took 15 quid in exchange for his MDMA PLUS half a gram of mephedrone that he'd stolen from someone else! Incredible. Later that night when I felt a bit better I dropped some more, and I actually had a good time (although there are about 3 hours where i remember NOTHING, I was tripping hard)
Then we get to 2 nights ago
Absolute blissI was so nervous about taking the MDMA that I felt sick the whole day. When I was coming up I started feeling my normal symptoms, but resisted my urge to go and die early and kept dancing very cautiously. I ended up sitting down for a while until I was stable, and voila! That's all it took. I wasn't crazy energetic, just felt really good and loved up, the way it's supposed to be.
What made the night even better was this: There was a girl sitting alone on a sofa looking pretty miserable, so I sat next to her in an attempt to cheer her up. She'd taken MDMA for the first time (previous pill experience) and was feeling how I'd been feeling the past times. I managed to convince her it was gonna be alright, and eventually we were going crazy dancing on sofas and chairs, all my friends joining in. Few crazy photos and kisses, and a couple of hours later I joined my friends and she went with hers, and she thanked me like 10 times for making her night :D Just knowing that made mine, and it was the best night since New Years without a doubt.
I must say though, when the half gram I thought was a great idea to take was finished, I was on another planet. I was having some slightly nasty hallucinations (too good of a mood to get really scared, but it could have turned bad). For example I was trying to roll a cigarette, and it started looking like I had tobacco all over my hands and it was stuck to me and I was freaking out. Also some of the lights were fucking with me badly. I enjoy it though cause it's so bizarre.
What I realised that night was that it was all in my head. Maybe I did just have a bad time the first night, but it put me in the wrong mindset for the following experiences.
If you got this far, thanks for listening. Peace
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