massiveattack
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Hey guys, signed up to share a report of an experience from a few months back that has put me off ever taking pills again. Long time lurker, first time poster etc.
So I went to a drum and bass night with three pills in my pocket with three friends. One was going sober, another had the same amount of X as me and the other had one pill. I take the first at the same time as my friend. We all have a bit of a dance (although its slightly awkward as we're all pretty much sober at this point) and have a sit down on a nearby sofa. I feel like it's taking me ages to come up - perhaps the pills are shit?! - so I take another. Place begins to fill up and I drop my coat off in the cloakroom. A while later and still nothing. My other friend has taken hers and assures me that she's up, and my other friend informs me he's taken all three. Fuck it, I think, and take the third. Although I'm still sober, I remember telling my friend that something didnt feel right and insisting she took me home. Here comes the memory loss...
I can't even remember coming up. It's like a switch in my brain instantly flicked to 'mashed'. The need to sit down was so great that I very nearly sat down in the middle of the dancefloor - not a good idea with so many people skanking around me. Instead I sit at the side on a kind of bench with my legs crossed and let the feelings wash over me. I completely forget about the world around me and stare at the water bottle in my hand. My hand starts to merge into the water bottle and I can feel the water flowing through my body. I don't let go of the water bottle all night. If I did, I felt like a part of me had gone missing and became incredibly agitated. I remember feeling 'as one' with the bottle. Sounds stupid, but for a large portion of the night that bottle was the most important thing in the world. My female friend sits next to me and blows on my neck (apparently she likes people blowing on her when shes on md) I know she means well, but I just want to punch her. It takes all my effort to stay sat down and concentrate on my roll. A drunk italian girl stumbles over and stands on my foot. I become even more irritated. She insists she's sorry in broken english and I snap at her that it's fine. Everything is so heavy. I walk outside to sit on my own for a while.
I come back to reality slightly. Back on the dancefloor and I feel so much space around me. I swear I see a guy carrying balloons around and another guy kissing an 8 year old boy. I've had these kinds of mini-trips on md before and quite enjoy them, but these ones just make me feel more uneasy. I stand still and just stare at the lasers for a long amount of time. All through the night I just think how awesome it'd be if I was on my own with this music and these lights. Instead I'm with all these people dancing like maniacs, including one drunk girl who keeps pushing me from behind. A guy with his leg in a cast asks me if I'm OK. He's the only person who doesn't piss me off. I realise that I'm constantly checking my pockets.
I feel fairly normal on the walk home - in hindsight, I was still rolling. There had been an accident outside the club and an ambulance was parked in the street with its lights flashing but no siren. I shouted something about how it looked like 'a sick rave' and stared at the empty driver seat while my friend bought a hotdog from the strategically placed fast food van. A few minutes down the street and there's a loud buzzing coming from a broken doorbell. Everyone comments on how annoying it is, but I let the sound wash over me and pinpoint the tiny nuances of sound. What was otherwise a monotonous drone became a symphony.
We get back to the flat and I come up again HARD. We wait for the elevator and everything looks so warm and pink. I can see the individual particles floating about the air and shining. We sit in the kitchen and I bury my head in my arms. All I can think about is how I want the feeling to stop. I know full well that I'll be rolling for hours, but I'm sick of the feeling. I just want to sleep. I wonder if vomiting in the bin will help, but don't bother trying.
In to bed I go. I'm rolling the hardest I ever have now. The club was unpleasant as I just felt angry and annoyed, but the worst was to come. My heart is beating so slowly and it scares me, as I know it should be beating faster than normal. I push my hand to my chest and it beats at about half the speed it should. Not even a full beat - it expands, pauses for about a second, then contacts. I convince myself that I'm going to die. I think I'm going to have a stroke. I urge myself to tell my flatmate but my body is so heavy that I can't force myself out of bed. I just lie on my bed, breathing heavily. I try to sleep but whenever I shut my eyes the CEVs are so intense that I have to open them again. The longest time I close them I'm transported to a desert where I watch a small brown lizard on a rock for a minute or so. My eyes feel wrong in their sockets and I have fleeting thoughts that I should take them out.
I look at the clock. It's 4:30AM. I lie back for half an hour, then check the clock again. 4:31AM. A minute has passed. Time is moving incredibly slowly, but my thoughts are so going so fast. I'm thinking about the darkest parts of my life, as if things that my conscious self daren't think about are coming forward with and forcing me to reassess them. I can't help but cry at some points. I create parts of my life that never happened through over-assessing tiny aspects of my past, such as my friend jokingly commenting that I was a cocaine addict after walking out the toilet and scratching my nose once; I've never taken cocaine and yet I convinced myself that I had a secret cocaine addiction.
It gets to around 7AM and I'm feeling slightly more human. I look at myself in the mirror and stroke my hair for half an hour. I eventually muster the energy to get up and sit at the computer at about 11AM. I look at pictures on facebook and everyone looks so bizarre. Foreheads are too large, eyes are too far apart or close together. They almost look comedic. I'm still not down and it's probably been around 12 hours since I first popped at this point. I come down slowly but surely through the day. I manage to sleep at about 2AM the next day.
I don't know if the E's were cut with something more trippy or I just took way too much than my body could handle, too quickly. I don't want this to be an ID thread or whatever, but any ideas as to what could have been in them to make the experience so intense and trippy would be appreciated. Anyway, the experience put me off pills. Not knowing what's in them can be dangerous, especially if you don't know what to expect. I've since stuck to powder and always had a great time, even at doses that I assume are higher than could have been in pills (0.6g at the most).
Thanks for reading!
So I went to a drum and bass night with three pills in my pocket with three friends. One was going sober, another had the same amount of X as me and the other had one pill. I take the first at the same time as my friend. We all have a bit of a dance (although its slightly awkward as we're all pretty much sober at this point) and have a sit down on a nearby sofa. I feel like it's taking me ages to come up - perhaps the pills are shit?! - so I take another. Place begins to fill up and I drop my coat off in the cloakroom. A while later and still nothing. My other friend has taken hers and assures me that she's up, and my other friend informs me he's taken all three. Fuck it, I think, and take the third. Although I'm still sober, I remember telling my friend that something didnt feel right and insisting she took me home. Here comes the memory loss...
I can't even remember coming up. It's like a switch in my brain instantly flicked to 'mashed'. The need to sit down was so great that I very nearly sat down in the middle of the dancefloor - not a good idea with so many people skanking around me. Instead I sit at the side on a kind of bench with my legs crossed and let the feelings wash over me. I completely forget about the world around me and stare at the water bottle in my hand. My hand starts to merge into the water bottle and I can feel the water flowing through my body. I don't let go of the water bottle all night. If I did, I felt like a part of me had gone missing and became incredibly agitated. I remember feeling 'as one' with the bottle. Sounds stupid, but for a large portion of the night that bottle was the most important thing in the world. My female friend sits next to me and blows on my neck (apparently she likes people blowing on her when shes on md) I know she means well, but I just want to punch her. It takes all my effort to stay sat down and concentrate on my roll. A drunk italian girl stumbles over and stands on my foot. I become even more irritated. She insists she's sorry in broken english and I snap at her that it's fine. Everything is so heavy. I walk outside to sit on my own for a while.
I come back to reality slightly. Back on the dancefloor and I feel so much space around me. I swear I see a guy carrying balloons around and another guy kissing an 8 year old boy. I've had these kinds of mini-trips on md before and quite enjoy them, but these ones just make me feel more uneasy. I stand still and just stare at the lasers for a long amount of time. All through the night I just think how awesome it'd be if I was on my own with this music and these lights. Instead I'm with all these people dancing like maniacs, including one drunk girl who keeps pushing me from behind. A guy with his leg in a cast asks me if I'm OK. He's the only person who doesn't piss me off. I realise that I'm constantly checking my pockets.
I feel fairly normal on the walk home - in hindsight, I was still rolling. There had been an accident outside the club and an ambulance was parked in the street with its lights flashing but no siren. I shouted something about how it looked like 'a sick rave' and stared at the empty driver seat while my friend bought a hotdog from the strategically placed fast food van. A few minutes down the street and there's a loud buzzing coming from a broken doorbell. Everyone comments on how annoying it is, but I let the sound wash over me and pinpoint the tiny nuances of sound. What was otherwise a monotonous drone became a symphony.
We get back to the flat and I come up again HARD. We wait for the elevator and everything looks so warm and pink. I can see the individual particles floating about the air and shining. We sit in the kitchen and I bury my head in my arms. All I can think about is how I want the feeling to stop. I know full well that I'll be rolling for hours, but I'm sick of the feeling. I just want to sleep. I wonder if vomiting in the bin will help, but don't bother trying.
In to bed I go. I'm rolling the hardest I ever have now. The club was unpleasant as I just felt angry and annoyed, but the worst was to come. My heart is beating so slowly and it scares me, as I know it should be beating faster than normal. I push my hand to my chest and it beats at about half the speed it should. Not even a full beat - it expands, pauses for about a second, then contacts. I convince myself that I'm going to die. I think I'm going to have a stroke. I urge myself to tell my flatmate but my body is so heavy that I can't force myself out of bed. I just lie on my bed, breathing heavily. I try to sleep but whenever I shut my eyes the CEVs are so intense that I have to open them again. The longest time I close them I'm transported to a desert where I watch a small brown lizard on a rock for a minute or so. My eyes feel wrong in their sockets and I have fleeting thoughts that I should take them out.
I look at the clock. It's 4:30AM. I lie back for half an hour, then check the clock again. 4:31AM. A minute has passed. Time is moving incredibly slowly, but my thoughts are so going so fast. I'm thinking about the darkest parts of my life, as if things that my conscious self daren't think about are coming forward with and forcing me to reassess them. I can't help but cry at some points. I create parts of my life that never happened through over-assessing tiny aspects of my past, such as my friend jokingly commenting that I was a cocaine addict after walking out the toilet and scratching my nose once; I've never taken cocaine and yet I convinced myself that I had a secret cocaine addiction.
It gets to around 7AM and I'm feeling slightly more human. I look at myself in the mirror and stroke my hair for half an hour. I eventually muster the energy to get up and sit at the computer at about 11AM. I look at pictures on facebook and everyone looks so bizarre. Foreheads are too large, eyes are too far apart or close together. They almost look comedic. I'm still not down and it's probably been around 12 hours since I first popped at this point. I come down slowly but surely through the day. I manage to sleep at about 2AM the next day.
I don't know if the E's were cut with something more trippy or I just took way too much than my body could handle, too quickly. I don't want this to be an ID thread or whatever, but any ideas as to what could have been in them to make the experience so intense and trippy would be appreciated. Anyway, the experience put me off pills. Not knowing what's in them can be dangerous, especially if you don't know what to expect. I've since stuck to powder and always had a great time, even at doses that I assume are higher than could have been in pills (0.6g at the most).
Thanks for reading!
