Crazy Cloud
Bluelighter
Now, let me preface this by saying I don't normally DXM and just 'roam the streets of Melbourne' because I tend to think that in the eyes of the uncultured (and the police) this just gives further cred to people that argue psychedelics / dissociatives are irresponsibile, etc etc... but anyhoo, every once in a while people have an OUT THERE night, and this was one of them.
My mates & I have a tendency to go to the same clubs every Saturday night, so this one night we decided to break the trend by doing something different and going to a place we hadn't been before and seeing what it was like. After much debating in the car en route to the city ("Man, can we hurry up and DECIDE already!?"), we finally decided upon Revolver in Chapel Street.
There were four of us (names are changed of course): Syd (picture a cross between Johnny Depp and Kurt Cobain), Ryan (think Jack Kerouac with the moody eyebrows and the 50s haircut), Jarv (Spanish hep cat with long black hair), and myself (I won't describe myself, but I was wearing a Franz Kafka t-shirt).
Syd and Ryan were low on funds, so they'd contented to just toke up some mull in the car and then sink back beers at the club, while Jarv and I decided we'd grab a bottle of robo each and go full ball. Syd and Ryan were (through the dice roll of Fate) to be our trip-sitters.
So we got to the place and parked our car, hashpiping because we'd forgotten our billy and listening to some rocking tunes to perk us up for the night. I was a little apprehensive because I'd never Robo'ed in publice before and didn't know if it'd be a good idea or not (maybe it was just the pot making me paranoid hehe, who knows), but once Jarv had cracked open the Robitussen DX plastic wrap and flashed me his cheeky "I'm gonna rock hard all night" grin, well, I just had to join in.
So we skulled back half the bottle each in one big swig, winching and going "Oh, man!" (no matter how many times I DXM, I never get used to that gluggy cherry fire sitting heavy in my guts) and then toking up on some more mull to kill the nausea. In the front seat, Syd and Ryan had broken into a bottle of cheap red wine, getting impatient to get into the club and looking over their shoulders like, "C'mon, guys! Hurry up!"
We quickly finished off the rest of the Robo, having a final toke each to safeguard against nausea, and got out of the car and went in (H-Hour).
Sitting in the club, bathed in red light, watching people shoot pool, chatting, doing typical club stuff, while Syd and Ryan drank beer, I started to relax and feel at one with the venue. We were talking about a Spanish film I'd seen recently "The Devil's Backbone" (which, by the way, I highly recommend. Anyway, back to the trip report).
Suddenly, about H-Hour + 1, I felt my stomach make an out-of-place noise, and I stood up like electricity had jolted thru me, turning with wide eyes to Syd, and saying (over the DJ's music), "Syd, I needa go to the f**king toilet, man!"
He leapt up to help me and we tried to find the toilet (me now feeling sea-sick and my vision swimming all round crazily and in no position to walk by myself). We took a coupla wrong turns and then finally found it, where I puked up all the DXM into the toilet bowl.
Even as I was puking I was beginning to feel better, like all the bad shit I'd been feeling the last few months, all my anxieties, worries, concerns, just being vomited into the toilet bowl with the bright vermillion puke I was heaving out. Syd was standing on the other side of the door, going "Hey, you alright in there, man?" By the time I'd pushed that flush button, I was a new man!
I practically bounded out of the cubicle, big grin plastered across my face, saying how happy I was I'd Robo'd that night, how much better I was feeling, how I felt elastic and bouncy and light (which I'd never felt on DXM before) and how "Syd, man, you're REALLY missing out!"
Walking back to our table, the red light seemed to wrap around me like a protective blanket, and I felt dreamy and safe, Syd helping me back to join the others.
When I'd joined them, Jarv was frowning, "It hasn't hit me yet, it hasn't hit me yet," before excusing himself to go to the toilet.
When he returned he asked me, "Hey, did you puke in there?"
Me: "Yeah, why?"
Jarv (laughing): "Well, I opened the door and the whole place just stunk of Robo! Hehe. People are prolly walking in there going 'What the fuck is that cherry flavored smell doing in a pub toilet?'"
When a further half hour had passed, I was absolutely gone, the whole room feeling like it was on one of those rides where they have a big ship and it swings high up in one direction, pauses for a minute and then swings high up in the opposite direction.
Looking at me and Jarv (who by now had fallen silent with a grin and was staring at everything like a big kid full of awe and wonder), Syd said to Ryan, "Let get these two out of here and go for a drive with the stereo on."
So we drove for ages in Syd's car to the country (about an hour and a half north of the city), the stereo pumping out Tool's Lateralis (I think!) and the whole car felt like it was flooding with gold, the surface level of the liquid gold rising from my ankles, to my knees, up, up and then before I knew it, I was submerged in this highly visible golden hue, the LCD lights on Syd's stereo flickering in time to the music, like they were conducting it and everything outside was electric and vibrant and looked like it'd been drawn by an insane cartoonist.
When we parked in the middle of a country lane, the moon and stars were out, so we lay down on a huge picnic blanket, Syd and Ryan talking about meteorites hitting the earth or something, Jarv and I away from them, lying side by side in happy silence, peaking out of our brains.
I felt like I was drifting away from everything, the world was there, but it was so far away from anything I'd ever known that it was like I was in some Alice in Wonderland forest, with all these cartoony things going on and it was happening all around me, but I wasn't there.
Then, all of a sudden, I came to.
Me: "Oh my god! Me! I exist! Guys, I fucking exist! I can't believe it! I've got a family and a band! I'm here in the world! I'm here!"
They all pissed themselves laughing, but I couldn't and can't shake off that feeling of having forgotten I existed and just living in the moment, experiencing the sky and stars and the music from such a different perspective and angle, and I felt like someone was telling me everything was fine, it was all gonna be fine, me, my life, everything would work out, even in the bad times, someone was up there, out there, looking out for me.
Now, I'm not a religious type, but this came from inside me, deep deep deep down inside me, and manifested as a feeling of such confidence I can't describe. Not just confidence in myself, but confidence in my friends, in the nature of things... I dunno. It wasn't shallow or hollow or illusionary, I woke up the next day still thinking the same thing (and do, to this day).
But anyway, (I know this is getting long, but I'm almost finished) we were lying there on the grass and suddenly we heard this snorting noise, and looking up, all four of us saw a row of horses just standing there, looking at us with those quiet brown (black in the moonlight) eyes and we all shat our collective pants for a second before getting up to pat them and feed them some grass.
I called up a mate of mine who I knew would be up and online and racked up a 15 minute mobile phone convo blurting on and on about my experience (and about the horses!)
All in all it was an AMAZING night, one that changed my life (for the better!) and, even though I'd DXMed before (numerous times), I'd never peaked so hard off one bottle (normally I only reach 2nd plateau, but I'm a little chunky, so...), so yeah.
Thanks for taking the time to read my little DXM rant (long as it was).
Crazy Cloud
[ 20 September 2002: Message edited by: Crazy Cloud ]
My mates & I have a tendency to go to the same clubs every Saturday night, so this one night we decided to break the trend by doing something different and going to a place we hadn't been before and seeing what it was like. After much debating in the car en route to the city ("Man, can we hurry up and DECIDE already!?"), we finally decided upon Revolver in Chapel Street.
There were four of us (names are changed of course): Syd (picture a cross between Johnny Depp and Kurt Cobain), Ryan (think Jack Kerouac with the moody eyebrows and the 50s haircut), Jarv (Spanish hep cat with long black hair), and myself (I won't describe myself, but I was wearing a Franz Kafka t-shirt).
Syd and Ryan were low on funds, so they'd contented to just toke up some mull in the car and then sink back beers at the club, while Jarv and I decided we'd grab a bottle of robo each and go full ball. Syd and Ryan were (through the dice roll of Fate) to be our trip-sitters.
So we got to the place and parked our car, hashpiping because we'd forgotten our billy and listening to some rocking tunes to perk us up for the night. I was a little apprehensive because I'd never Robo'ed in publice before and didn't know if it'd be a good idea or not (maybe it was just the pot making me paranoid hehe, who knows), but once Jarv had cracked open the Robitussen DX plastic wrap and flashed me his cheeky "I'm gonna rock hard all night" grin, well, I just had to join in.
So we skulled back half the bottle each in one big swig, winching and going "Oh, man!" (no matter how many times I DXM, I never get used to that gluggy cherry fire sitting heavy in my guts) and then toking up on some more mull to kill the nausea. In the front seat, Syd and Ryan had broken into a bottle of cheap red wine, getting impatient to get into the club and looking over their shoulders like, "C'mon, guys! Hurry up!"
We quickly finished off the rest of the Robo, having a final toke each to safeguard against nausea, and got out of the car and went in (H-Hour).
Sitting in the club, bathed in red light, watching people shoot pool, chatting, doing typical club stuff, while Syd and Ryan drank beer, I started to relax and feel at one with the venue. We were talking about a Spanish film I'd seen recently "The Devil's Backbone" (which, by the way, I highly recommend. Anyway, back to the trip report).
Suddenly, about H-Hour + 1, I felt my stomach make an out-of-place noise, and I stood up like electricity had jolted thru me, turning with wide eyes to Syd, and saying (over the DJ's music), "Syd, I needa go to the f**king toilet, man!"
He leapt up to help me and we tried to find the toilet (me now feeling sea-sick and my vision swimming all round crazily and in no position to walk by myself). We took a coupla wrong turns and then finally found it, where I puked up all the DXM into the toilet bowl.
Even as I was puking I was beginning to feel better, like all the bad shit I'd been feeling the last few months, all my anxieties, worries, concerns, just being vomited into the toilet bowl with the bright vermillion puke I was heaving out. Syd was standing on the other side of the door, going "Hey, you alright in there, man?" By the time I'd pushed that flush button, I was a new man!
I practically bounded out of the cubicle, big grin plastered across my face, saying how happy I was I'd Robo'd that night, how much better I was feeling, how I felt elastic and bouncy and light (which I'd never felt on DXM before) and how "Syd, man, you're REALLY missing out!"
Walking back to our table, the red light seemed to wrap around me like a protective blanket, and I felt dreamy and safe, Syd helping me back to join the others.
When I'd joined them, Jarv was frowning, "It hasn't hit me yet, it hasn't hit me yet," before excusing himself to go to the toilet.
When he returned he asked me, "Hey, did you puke in there?"
Me: "Yeah, why?"
Jarv (laughing): "Well, I opened the door and the whole place just stunk of Robo! Hehe. People are prolly walking in there going 'What the fuck is that cherry flavored smell doing in a pub toilet?'"
When a further half hour had passed, I was absolutely gone, the whole room feeling like it was on one of those rides where they have a big ship and it swings high up in one direction, pauses for a minute and then swings high up in the opposite direction.
Looking at me and Jarv (who by now had fallen silent with a grin and was staring at everything like a big kid full of awe and wonder), Syd said to Ryan, "Let get these two out of here and go for a drive with the stereo on."
So we drove for ages in Syd's car to the country (about an hour and a half north of the city), the stereo pumping out Tool's Lateralis (I think!) and the whole car felt like it was flooding with gold, the surface level of the liquid gold rising from my ankles, to my knees, up, up and then before I knew it, I was submerged in this highly visible golden hue, the LCD lights on Syd's stereo flickering in time to the music, like they were conducting it and everything outside was electric and vibrant and looked like it'd been drawn by an insane cartoonist.
When we parked in the middle of a country lane, the moon and stars were out, so we lay down on a huge picnic blanket, Syd and Ryan talking about meteorites hitting the earth or something, Jarv and I away from them, lying side by side in happy silence, peaking out of our brains.
I felt like I was drifting away from everything, the world was there, but it was so far away from anything I'd ever known that it was like I was in some Alice in Wonderland forest, with all these cartoony things going on and it was happening all around me, but I wasn't there.
Then, all of a sudden, I came to.
Me: "Oh my god! Me! I exist! Guys, I fucking exist! I can't believe it! I've got a family and a band! I'm here in the world! I'm here!"
They all pissed themselves laughing, but I couldn't and can't shake off that feeling of having forgotten I existed and just living in the moment, experiencing the sky and stars and the music from such a different perspective and angle, and I felt like someone was telling me everything was fine, it was all gonna be fine, me, my life, everything would work out, even in the bad times, someone was up there, out there, looking out for me.
Now, I'm not a religious type, but this came from inside me, deep deep deep down inside me, and manifested as a feeling of such confidence I can't describe. Not just confidence in myself, but confidence in my friends, in the nature of things... I dunno. It wasn't shallow or hollow or illusionary, I woke up the next day still thinking the same thing (and do, to this day).
But anyway, (I know this is getting long, but I'm almost finished) we were lying there on the grass and suddenly we heard this snorting noise, and looking up, all four of us saw a row of horses just standing there, looking at us with those quiet brown (black in the moonlight) eyes and we all shat our collective pants for a second before getting up to pat them and feed them some grass.
I called up a mate of mine who I knew would be up and online and racked up a 15 minute mobile phone convo blurting on and on about my experience (and about the horses!)
All in all it was an AMAZING night, one that changed my life (for the better!) and, even though I'd DXMed before (numerous times), I'd never peaked so hard off one bottle (normally I only reach 2nd plateau, but I'm a little chunky, so...), so yeah.
Thanks for taking the time to read my little DXM rant (long as it was).
Crazy Cloud
[ 20 September 2002: Message edited by: Crazy Cloud ]
