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Bluelighter
The 14th Annual Starscape Festival. A gathering of live jam bands, electronic dance DJs, mystical decor and thousands upon thousands of people ready for sixteen hours of bass. This was to be my premier music festival that I planned to have a psychedelic experience at, and I was most excited for the day. In preparation of the event, a nutritious breakfast was a must. Protein, carbohydrates, antioxidants, lipids, and all else covered in a multi-vitamin ensured my body was going to survive the hell I was prepared to put it through. No real set plan on dosing times were established before the event. I knew I wanted to eat LSD and I knew towards the end of the night I was going to want MDMA. I brought a 20mg IR Adderall with me as well. How much of each and anything additionally was not considered, and knowing myself it should have been 8)
Doors opened at 2pm. There we are in line at 1:30. Mile long already. Excitement was building with every inch closer to the gate. I pass the security check all the way to the last stop where I am wristband-ed and allowed access to Starscape: the Garden of Eden. We circled the perimeter and established meeting points. I was so eager to start eating drugs at this point. The music was blasting from every one of the five stages placed perfectly around the venue. The sun was shining, the water was sparkling, the people were smiling. I couldn't stand the wait, so I broke my Adderall in half and down the hatch 10mg went. Shortly thereafter I thought it would be a great idea to split a dose of 2C-I with my friend Chris. He dumped ~16mg into a water bottle and we sipped it carefully to ensure we split the volume of water equally. Whether that equated to 8mg 2C-I personally, I will never know. As I am sipping I notice a kind fellow and his girlfriend off to my left perched atop the same hill Chris and I are, looking very confused but very happy. I approached him. He was coming up hard on an eighth of shrooms, he told me. I asked him if he knew where I could find any l and lo and behold he pulls out a sheet. It was early, and he was a strange tripping man, so I hesitantly purchased just one hit. He had some foil to give me for safe keeping. I wrapped it up, put it away, and off I went to enjoy some music. It's around 4pm at this point and I'm feeling fantastic. I'm getting sore from all the dancing and I decide I need to save my energy! Sixteen hours is a long time! What with all my energy from the Adderall, though, I needed something fun to do! I decided to explore the abandoned ruins of Fort Armistead Park (the venue) while I waited for the 2C-I to take effect.
To be completely honest I don't think the 2C-I actually ever had an effect on me. Sure the graffiti looked sweet on the rocks but I know my mindset was clear and amphetamized and I abandoned hope. Back into the music I went until around 5:30 when my friend Rebecca returned with tabs purchased from a fellow strongly resembling the DJ Bassnectar; he was singing Strawberry Fields in front of the portapotties (trustworthy)![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
. She gave me two of them to hang on to. With an abundance of tabs now (three total on me) I was eager, so I ate the tab I bought earlier from shroomstranger. 6:30 rolls around. No noticeable effects still. (Important to note that the venue is packed at this point. It was so difficult to move from the hours of 6-9, I like to say there were no individuals- no, Starscape was occupied by a singular unit. A sole wiggling, vibrating, sweating mass of human flesh that contorted and squeezed its way around itself for a while). I decided to eat my second tab. Foolishly, not giving my second tab in two hours a chance to fully blossom, at 7 I put the final tab on my tongue. What happened next was crazy.
I spent some time trying to retrieve a bag I had checked at the main gate so I could get glow sticks and make bracelets, but I never had success. My buddy Mo who was on only one tab of acid at the time got the bag and gave me the glow. I felt like a child. I couldn't even talk I was just so happy to have this distraction. I sat down on the ground right at the gate and started constructing the glowsticks. It became apparent to me though that I was highly inebriated as my boyish grin hyper-extended the length of my face and my eyes... well I may as well have been screaming HOOT HOOT you all know. I made my way over to the beach stage for the act I was looking forward to most.
8 rolls around and I am stuck on the floor, missing my act, hopelessly still trying to fasten the stupid glowstick together! I abandon the glowstick and take a moment to hold myself in the fetal position as I observed the waterfront rippling in ways I could not possibly transcribe. What I will say is that this bridge that overlooked the beachfront area of the park, was literally expanding and molding its stitching and framework into the fabric of the sky. Moments where I would scream in joy or cower in fear were occurring left and right, and I knew I needed to do something to fix this. I was tripping really hard and I had only ever tripped acid three times prior to this night, two hits at the most. I decided there was only one way to correct the situation.
150mg MDMA down the hatch, and thirty minutes later I can stand up! It's nine o clock, I missed my act, but the next act is great too. I stood there until ten o clock marveling at the laser lights and the strobe effect. The sheer awe of all the colors, and all the textures within the colors... the Tindall effect was prominent what with the pounds of pot smoke being poured into the air at a constant basis from everybody and the fog machines galore... it was really just organized chaos. My candyflip was starting. Full swing. We took a walk.
Walking through dim lit backways in the woods of Baltimore, the foliage looked like people crouched like ninjas waiting to jump out and stab me. I was not feared by this delusion, though. I was very fascinated by how lifelike the foliage was. The outer seams of each individual leaf seemed to be glowing and sparkling from within. Even though it was dark, I could see all the colors. The next few hours were spent dancing and being lost in music. Also a 25mg sublingual MDMA supplement was administered at around 1AM. Shpongle played from 3:45-5:30 and I stood there and watched it all, still tripping visually and being carried through by the x. I could barely move at this point, though. The dust kicked up by everybody over the course of all these hours had taken its toll on me. My nasal passage was literally coated in filth. I was ready to leave. We gathered ourselves, and bid farewell.
Fast forward to 10am. I am back home in New Jersey after driving myself (regrets) safely, and it is time to smoke some weed. Now, I smoke weed daily. I have a very very high tolerance. Either the fact that I didn't smoke at all while in Baltimore for the show had fucked with my tolerance, or smoking weed while on LSD really does exacerbate the trip, led to me getting absolutely BAKED off 3/4 of a fatty I rolled before the show for the drive back. (I was wayyy to nervous about burning in the car while still on drugs). Good thing I made that decision because I literally felt like I was a kid again trying it for the first time. My blood pressure must have raised from coughing so hard as well, I looked like a steamed lobster after smoking it. My eyes were just a complete disaster and I had a dumb grin stuck on my face. I went to lay down and attempt to sleep. HAH.
I'm laying in my bed looking at the walls, and you know where the top of your wall meets your ceiling- that line that is the perimeter of your ceiling- I looked at it, and something in my field of vision displaced my center, so a blackness manifested to the right of the center, yet when I would adjust to look directly at THAT, it would move over again, and again, and again, and it stop motioned itself together so flawlessly that I was literally observing a game of snake go around and around my ceiling for what must have been an hour. It was entertaining. After a few more hours of meaningless bullshit really not even worth mentioning, (well ok, squirrel observing, clothes folding, dog petting) I finally got to sleep, and my ordeal was complete.
This was the most enjoyable of my psychedelic journeys. The atmosphere and the drugs were really great.
I may edit this and go into more detail about some other things.
This was my first serious attempt at a trip report. Hope you enjoyed the read!
Doors opened at 2pm. There we are in line at 1:30. Mile long already. Excitement was building with every inch closer to the gate. I pass the security check all the way to the last stop where I am wristband-ed and allowed access to Starscape: the Garden of Eden. We circled the perimeter and established meeting points. I was so eager to start eating drugs at this point. The music was blasting from every one of the five stages placed perfectly around the venue. The sun was shining, the water was sparkling, the people were smiling. I couldn't stand the wait, so I broke my Adderall in half and down the hatch 10mg went. Shortly thereafter I thought it would be a great idea to split a dose of 2C-I with my friend Chris. He dumped ~16mg into a water bottle and we sipped it carefully to ensure we split the volume of water equally. Whether that equated to 8mg 2C-I personally, I will never know. As I am sipping I notice a kind fellow and his girlfriend off to my left perched atop the same hill Chris and I are, looking very confused but very happy. I approached him. He was coming up hard on an eighth of shrooms, he told me. I asked him if he knew where I could find any l and lo and behold he pulls out a sheet. It was early, and he was a strange tripping man, so I hesitantly purchased just one hit. He had some foil to give me for safe keeping. I wrapped it up, put it away, and off I went to enjoy some music. It's around 4pm at this point and I'm feeling fantastic. I'm getting sore from all the dancing and I decide I need to save my energy! Sixteen hours is a long time! What with all my energy from the Adderall, though, I needed something fun to do! I decided to explore the abandoned ruins of Fort Armistead Park (the venue) while I waited for the 2C-I to take effect.
To be completely honest I don't think the 2C-I actually ever had an effect on me. Sure the graffiti looked sweet on the rocks but I know my mindset was clear and amphetamized and I abandoned hope. Back into the music I went until around 5:30 when my friend Rebecca returned with tabs purchased from a fellow strongly resembling the DJ Bassnectar; he was singing Strawberry Fields in front of the portapotties (trustworthy)
. She gave me two of them to hang on to. With an abundance of tabs now (three total on me) I was eager, so I ate the tab I bought earlier from shroomstranger. 6:30 rolls around. No noticeable effects still. (Important to note that the venue is packed at this point. It was so difficult to move from the hours of 6-9, I like to say there were no individuals- no, Starscape was occupied by a singular unit. A sole wiggling, vibrating, sweating mass of human flesh that contorted and squeezed its way around itself for a while). I decided to eat my second tab. Foolishly, not giving my second tab in two hours a chance to fully blossom, at 7 I put the final tab on my tongue. What happened next was crazy.I spent some time trying to retrieve a bag I had checked at the main gate so I could get glow sticks and make bracelets, but I never had success. My buddy Mo who was on only one tab of acid at the time got the bag and gave me the glow. I felt like a child. I couldn't even talk I was just so happy to have this distraction. I sat down on the ground right at the gate and started constructing the glowsticks. It became apparent to me though that I was highly inebriated as my boyish grin hyper-extended the length of my face and my eyes... well I may as well have been screaming HOOT HOOT you all know. I made my way over to the beach stage for the act I was looking forward to most.
8 rolls around and I am stuck on the floor, missing my act, hopelessly still trying to fasten the stupid glowstick together! I abandon the glowstick and take a moment to hold myself in the fetal position as I observed the waterfront rippling in ways I could not possibly transcribe. What I will say is that this bridge that overlooked the beachfront area of the park, was literally expanding and molding its stitching and framework into the fabric of the sky. Moments where I would scream in joy or cower in fear were occurring left and right, and I knew I needed to do something to fix this. I was tripping really hard and I had only ever tripped acid three times prior to this night, two hits at the most. I decided there was only one way to correct the situation.
150mg MDMA down the hatch, and thirty minutes later I can stand up! It's nine o clock, I missed my act, but the next act is great too. I stood there until ten o clock marveling at the laser lights and the strobe effect. The sheer awe of all the colors, and all the textures within the colors... the Tindall effect was prominent what with the pounds of pot smoke being poured into the air at a constant basis from everybody and the fog machines galore... it was really just organized chaos. My candyflip was starting. Full swing. We took a walk.
Walking through dim lit backways in the woods of Baltimore, the foliage looked like people crouched like ninjas waiting to jump out and stab me. I was not feared by this delusion, though. I was very fascinated by how lifelike the foliage was. The outer seams of each individual leaf seemed to be glowing and sparkling from within. Even though it was dark, I could see all the colors. The next few hours were spent dancing and being lost in music. Also a 25mg sublingual MDMA supplement was administered at around 1AM. Shpongle played from 3:45-5:30 and I stood there and watched it all, still tripping visually and being carried through by the x. I could barely move at this point, though. The dust kicked up by everybody over the course of all these hours had taken its toll on me. My nasal passage was literally coated in filth. I was ready to leave. We gathered ourselves, and bid farewell.
Fast forward to 10am. I am back home in New Jersey after driving myself (regrets) safely, and it is time to smoke some weed. Now, I smoke weed daily. I have a very very high tolerance. Either the fact that I didn't smoke at all while in Baltimore for the show had fucked with my tolerance, or smoking weed while on LSD really does exacerbate the trip, led to me getting absolutely BAKED off 3/4 of a fatty I rolled before the show for the drive back. (I was wayyy to nervous about burning in the car while still on drugs). Good thing I made that decision because I literally felt like I was a kid again trying it for the first time. My blood pressure must have raised from coughing so hard as well, I looked like a steamed lobster after smoking it. My eyes were just a complete disaster and I had a dumb grin stuck on my face. I went to lay down and attempt to sleep. HAH.
I'm laying in my bed looking at the walls, and you know where the top of your wall meets your ceiling- that line that is the perimeter of your ceiling- I looked at it, and something in my field of vision displaced my center, so a blackness manifested to the right of the center, yet when I would adjust to look directly at THAT, it would move over again, and again, and again, and it stop motioned itself together so flawlessly that I was literally observing a game of snake go around and around my ceiling for what must have been an hour. It was entertaining. After a few more hours of meaningless bullshit really not even worth mentioning, (well ok, squirrel observing, clothes folding, dog petting) I finally got to sleep, and my ordeal was complete.
This was the most enjoyable of my psychedelic journeys. The atmosphere and the drugs were really great.
I may edit this and go into more detail about some other things.
This was my first serious attempt at a trip report. Hope you enjoyed the read!
