A person named thealien is 22-years old. He has tried for the first time MDMA only a month ago. Now, just last night, he bought a couple pills from a friend. He went back to his apartment and tried to convince his introverted housemate/friend to try a pill with thealien. The friend declined. thealien kept pressuring him. The friend said maybe. thealien took the two pills. The friend shook his head and retreated back to his room. thealien waited for 30 minutes in his room. He was watching a couple youtube videos and playing games. There was no feeling of coming up. He was disappointed, thinking that he'd been ripped off. But then he remembered that he should not be thinking too much about waiting for that initial hit. So, he tried to distract himself by visiting his friend in his room. The friend was watching a youtube video. thealien sat and watched with him. The friend was eying thealien every minute, making sure thealien would not go crazy. thealien sat for 10 minutes. Then thealien asked his friend to turn some music on. The friend did so, but the speakers sucked. So they both went into thealien's room that had a 5.1 speaker setup. The friend sat down and searched for some of his favorite music. After several videos of music, illusion videos, and even a CIA brainwashing video (the friend tried to trick thealien), thealien suddenly felt the coming up.
"Ohhh my god!!!" thealien said. "Dude, I can now feel it."
His pupils dilated. thealien felt his whole body vibrate. His friend immediately noticed that the alienwent pale. He put on a jacket to get warmth. He talked louder and faster. Really fast. He quickly changed the music to "The Animals" by Martin Garrix (excellent song to listen to while high). He walked around the room aimlessly, listening to the song. It felt like the song was filling up his body with energy and the desire to lose control. He felt happy. The music was speaking to him. As the song dropped the bass, all that energy was sucked out of his body and was replaced with something even stronger. When the drop came on, the melodic percussion from the song shook his body. thealien sat next to his anxious friend, who was witnessing a zombie being awakened. thealien sat and had his eyes rolled up, spinning his head.
"Dude, you are missing out, man," thealien told his friend. He wrapped his arm around his friend and began to tell him how important he is to thealien's life, and how much of a brother he is. You know, the usual affectionate and euphoric that comes along with it. This went on for another hour, with new songs, yet with thealien what he'd said. He kept talking and talking. Then, he heard someone open the door and enter the house. It was another housemate/friend. thealien gathered his friends in his room. thealien wrapped his around them, telling them how important they are to him.
"You are my best friends. No matter what I say or do, you are still my brothers," thealien would say. The moment felt extremely amazing. thealien literally felt that time sped up by 3x. The music was booming, and his friends were talking. Everything was in a rush. It felt like a neverending build up (as like a buildup in a rave song). He didn't want this feeling to stop. He was absolutely enjoying the moment. He felt like he was in a club, with an earthquake shaking the room. He looked at his friends, and they looked like they were morphing up until he shook his head and focused. (this was when he was spinning around his head and his eyes half-shut and rolled back, mouth wide open, groaning and moaning). Every sense was amplified--the music was lively, my friends' conversations echoed, and he could not help but to put his arms around his friends.
thealien's introverted friend was definitely freaked out by this and left and retreated back to his room. thealien's 2nd friend was still there, and they had heart-to-heart conversations. They talked about past girlfriends, past lives, ideas--everything. thealien was feeling really, really good at this point. He briefly checked his facebook because he'd received a message, but the words were blurry.
When thealien's 2nd friend retreated back to his room, the alien sat in his chair, covered his whole body with clothes, including his nose and mouth. Then he put on a set of quality headphones and listened to the music. He leaned forward and closed his eyes. He vividly found himself driving in his car on the freeway at night. He was driving more than 100 mph. The music fueled this. Then he opened his eyes and for a second did not recognize where he was. He then closed his eyes again and again vividly found himself in a crowded city, like Tokyo. He would walk around and notice his surroundings. It was extremely detailed. He literally felt he was there. Then he opened his eyes and again did not recognize where he was. At this time, 5 hours have passed; it felt like only 30 minutes. He felt the ecstasy getting weaker, so he smoked a cigarette outside. Did not do anything.
The comedown wasn't bad. He just felt lazy. He had some OJ and breakfast. He sat on his chair for a couple hours. He then called in sick to his work, and walked to the gym. His mind was blank the whole time, just staring at the wall/mirror at his gym. He felt no emotions. He was just a workout junkie with no emotions/feelings. Totally the opposite of what happened last night. He kept thinking about last night, trying to remember the details of the conversations, replaying the whole experience, wishing he could do it again, but in a club with a LOT of friends/people (preferably all women, in the best lounge at the club, heh). But he remembered to not get hooked to it and focus on his studies. He wants to share the experience but also remind others to monitor their usage. One way to convince yourself not to take it again is to remind yourself that tolerance will build up. Just wait a month and do it again for that same experience.
Any comment/question is welcome.
"Ohhh my god!!!" thealien said. "Dude, I can now feel it."
His pupils dilated. thealien felt his whole body vibrate. His friend immediately noticed that the alienwent pale. He put on a jacket to get warmth. He talked louder and faster. Really fast. He quickly changed the music to "The Animals" by Martin Garrix (excellent song to listen to while high). He walked around the room aimlessly, listening to the song. It felt like the song was filling up his body with energy and the desire to lose control. He felt happy. The music was speaking to him. As the song dropped the bass, all that energy was sucked out of his body and was replaced with something even stronger. When the drop came on, the melodic percussion from the song shook his body. thealien sat next to his anxious friend, who was witnessing a zombie being awakened. thealien sat and had his eyes rolled up, spinning his head.
"Dude, you are missing out, man," thealien told his friend. He wrapped his arm around his friend and began to tell him how important he is to thealien's life, and how much of a brother he is. You know, the usual affectionate and euphoric that comes along with it. This went on for another hour, with new songs, yet with thealien what he'd said. He kept talking and talking. Then, he heard someone open the door and enter the house. It was another housemate/friend. thealien gathered his friends in his room. thealien wrapped his around them, telling them how important they are to him.
"You are my best friends. No matter what I say or do, you are still my brothers," thealien would say. The moment felt extremely amazing. thealien literally felt that time sped up by 3x. The music was booming, and his friends were talking. Everything was in a rush. It felt like a neverending build up (as like a buildup in a rave song). He didn't want this feeling to stop. He was absolutely enjoying the moment. He felt like he was in a club, with an earthquake shaking the room. He looked at his friends, and they looked like they were morphing up until he shook his head and focused. (this was when he was spinning around his head and his eyes half-shut and rolled back, mouth wide open, groaning and moaning). Every sense was amplified--the music was lively, my friends' conversations echoed, and he could not help but to put his arms around his friends.
thealien's introverted friend was definitely freaked out by this and left and retreated back to his room. thealien's 2nd friend was still there, and they had heart-to-heart conversations. They talked about past girlfriends, past lives, ideas--everything. thealien was feeling really, really good at this point. He briefly checked his facebook because he'd received a message, but the words were blurry.
When thealien's 2nd friend retreated back to his room, the alien sat in his chair, covered his whole body with clothes, including his nose and mouth. Then he put on a set of quality headphones and listened to the music. He leaned forward and closed his eyes. He vividly found himself driving in his car on the freeway at night. He was driving more than 100 mph. The music fueled this. Then he opened his eyes and for a second did not recognize where he was. He then closed his eyes again and again vividly found himself in a crowded city, like Tokyo. He would walk around and notice his surroundings. It was extremely detailed. He literally felt he was there. Then he opened his eyes and again did not recognize where he was. At this time, 5 hours have passed; it felt like only 30 minutes. He felt the ecstasy getting weaker, so he smoked a cigarette outside. Did not do anything.
The comedown wasn't bad. He just felt lazy. He had some OJ and breakfast. He sat on his chair for a couple hours. He then called in sick to his work, and walked to the gym. His mind was blank the whole time, just staring at the wall/mirror at his gym. He felt no emotions. He was just a workout junkie with no emotions/feelings. Totally the opposite of what happened last night. He kept thinking about last night, trying to remember the details of the conversations, replaying the whole experience, wishing he could do it again, but in a club with a LOT of friends/people (preferably all women, in the best lounge at the club, heh). But he remembered to not get hooked to it and focus on his studies. He wants to share the experience but also remind others to monitor their usage. One way to convince yourself not to take it again is to remind yourself that tolerance will build up. Just wait a month and do it again for that same experience.
Any comment/question is welcome.
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