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So I finally gave in and came along with my brother's idea to go to Dreamworld on acid. I figured someone slightly responsible better come along with them, but that got thrown out the window when I ended up taking two hits (I've only ever done 1.5 before, and it was far more intense this time) - and I'm *SO* glad I did.
We dosed (1 hit each, apart from Lanky, who had his friend Sketchball tag along and had shared his hit with him) just before getting on the train, which was going to take a good 1.5 hours to arrive. Everyone puts their sunglasses on except me, I couldn't have cared less. By the end of the train ride we were feeling it, and talking random shit. A 5-minute bus trip later, we're outside Dreamworld, and Shady pulls out the bag of blotters again, I figure I might as well make the day interesting, and take my second little magic square. I share out another with Lanky, who even though I've only met him once before today, seems like an alright enough guy.
Because we got there an hour before the gates opened, we had a bit of a wait on our hands. We expected it to take forever, but it wasn't as bad as we all thought it would be. We line up for The Claw, but the ride was having "technical difficulties" and didn't open for another 15 minutes. We just passed the time by talking about more random crap. When we got on the ride, it was freaking amazing. The rush of being swung around, and seeing the usual fractally, spiraly patterns was just plain COOL.
We worked our way around the park, doing all the big rides. At our second ride, the operator called for 3 extra people (to fill up all the seats), and Lanky and I jumped ahead of the group, who were all too busy talking about miscellaneous crap to notice. Dopey ended up following. After that ride, we headed straight for thr rollercoaster (they had organised to meet up there after that ride anyway, although I was unaware at the time). As usual, the line took a while, but we didn't care at all. The ride was totally worth it. The decorations around the rides (which I am usually completely ignorant of) added so much to the experience. It was absolutely fantaastic.
Once we got off the ride, I thought somehow that we really wanted to ditch the others and go do our own thing. Luckily the others calmed me down and explained that we really wanted to stick together (to avoid freak-outs, which I then recognised was happening to me). We sat down in the shade, and Lanky and Dopey decided it was time for a smoke. I don't smoke, so I headed out of the area to get some fresh air. I headed back after they had finished, and Lanky started babbling complete trip-shit at us. As he's talking, a family of four walks past, and the father looks at him like he's THE scum of the earth. We all had a laugh at that, and sat down at a table, waiting for the others.
While sitting at the table, I start getting REALLY paranoid, looking for a table that isn't so close to other people. Dopey reminds me that I'm just thinking it, and we're not really attracting that much attention. I don't agree, but I just go with the flow.
Once the others caught up to us, we decided to go on the Vortex (which is a big spinning chamber where centrifugal forces stick you to the walls). That was pretty cool. It was full of japanese kids who didn't understand that they had to stand still as the ride finished, so we were stuck inside for a good minute while the ride was re-calibrated for weight. Everyone wants to go on it a second time except Dopey, who watches from the observation deck above. This was a BAD idea, as after a few rides on anything that spins, I get REALLY bad motion sickness. I was feeling a bit queasy after the second ride, which on acid is really quite disconcerting.
After our second ride on the Vortex, we head over to yet another ride that spins, and I stupidly got on. I was tripping absolute BALLS by this point, and let me just say now, that vomiting is possibly THE WORST thing you could ever do on acid. The world around me was a blur of colour, all the while my body is doubled over in what can only be described as an all-encompassing agony.
After that experience, I'm feeling quite queasy, but we all decide to head down to the Tower of Terror (I can't be arsed describing it, go google it). We get in line, and it's all good. As the line moves up, we enter what can only be described as the waiting room from hell.
The room is dark, with a transparent floor and lit-up plastic "buildings" below us. There is a really annoying siren sounding, and we can't see where we're going. I wasn't sure if there were people ahead of me or not, so I tried walking forwards. Turns out there was, I ran straight into some random and apologised. We were stuck in this room for what was probably about 5 minutes, but it felt like forever. If we had been ready for it, it might not have been so bad, but it was simply beyond description how horrible it was to be stuck in that room. Sensory deprivation, eat your heart out.
Once we got into the actual ride, getting shot out of a metal tube on a cart powered by a linear magnetic accelerator was pretty damn cool. The rush of exiting the tunnel combined with the amazing acceleration was simply awesome.
On the way to the next ride, Shady gets the idea that we should eat. I order a serve of chips (fries for you Americans, not corn chips) and a drink, which I share with my brother. While waiting for our food, a family of four starts ordering and gets almost their entire meal before we get our simple order. I start wondering if I ordered it right, whether I actually paid the guy (I had), whether the place actually served chips (what the hell was I thinking)... It was very disconcerting, but we eventually got served.
We sat outside and ate. I ate about 3 chips and drank half the drink, which tasted like liquified sugar (I normally have a hard time eating on acid, so I wan't too troubled). Apparently I zoned out for a bit and started making really bad faces at people during this time, but I don't remember. All I remember is that the chips were very dissatisfying.
We head towards the Giant Drop, but before we get there we decide to go on the river rapids ride. The line was pretty noisy, not because of the people but because of the water pump, which drove us batty. While in the line, we noticed that each floating thingy on the ride only held six people, but there were seven of us. At the front of the line, I saw that there was a line for single riders, and skipped ahead of about ten people to get in straight away. I got in with some Chinese family, who took photos of everything. I even got into a couple of the photos - I thought it was pretty funny that they'd probably never know the guy that they took photos of was tripping. About halfway through the ride I realised that they were trying to communicate, saying "Hello" and a few other words. I said "Hello" back, but didn't take it any further - I wasn't really ready to try and communicate with a non-English-speaking non-tripper.
After that ride, we headed for the Giant Drop. It took us to the top of the tower, and we sat there for what was probably 30 seconds. It felt like 5 minutes. We watched the world from the top of that ride. It was amazing to just sit there, until...
CLICK! The ride drops. That moment where we started falling was crazy, like the world just stopped. Then, WHOOSH, we're falling, and BAM, we hit the brakes just before the ground. It was intense. I might add that it's my favourite ride at the whole park when I'm sober, which is probably why I enjoyed it so much.
After the Giant Drop, we started doing the other rides again. They were just as much fun the second time around. Just before the park closed, we managed to get one last ride in on the Tower of Terror, but only by bolting through the park at top speed. Now, for anyone who hasn't tried flat-out RUNNING on acid, let me tell you, it's great fun. It seems like you're going so much faster than usual. Dopey just about runs up a wall going around a corner, which I can only describe as ninja-cool. I only wish that I was more fit, because I ended up giving myself a stitch, which is quite painful while tripping.
After our last ride, we sat outside the gates for a while and ate some food that we had brought with us. We decided that we should wait for the bus lines to die down before we get in line - a bad decision, as the lines weren't actually for the bus but for entry to the Big Brother house (A reality TV show that's hosted in the middle of Dreamworld). When we realise that there's no more buses, we decide to walk to the train station. It's a dark road, and I start freaking out along with my brother, but after half an hour of walking we finally get to the station.
We stopped at Central and got some Maccas, then headed to a games arcade. Arcade games are COOL. Especially those japanese games where you "play" drums, or guitar or whatever. We hung around there for an hour or so, then wandered around the city for a bit before heading home.
I drove home 15 minutes from our station. I know it's a bad idea to drive on anything, but it was out of necessity. Luckily, I did fine and managed to drop off Dopey and Angel without a hitch, before heading home. I spent the next two hours in bed feeling the motions of the rides (which usually happens, although now I was seeing it too, that was pretty cool) before falling asleep very suddenly.
All in all, it was a pretty good day. I would highly recommend going to a theme park on acid to anyone, as long as you are responsible, and go with people you can trust. Know your limits, and don't make yourself vomit. Be ready for scary rooms which will freak you out. Dont feel forced into eating anything unless you actually want to eat, and know when to stop eating as to avoid making yourself sick. Dress in layers, as it's easy to get frustrated at being the wrong temperature, and you might not realise why.
It'll be an experience that you'll never forget.
So I finally gave in and came along with my brother's idea to go to Dreamworld on acid. I figured someone slightly responsible better come along with them, but that got thrown out the window when I ended up taking two hits (I've only ever done 1.5 before, and it was far more intense this time) - and I'm *SO* glad I did.
We dosed (1 hit each, apart from Lanky, who had his friend Sketchball tag along and had shared his hit with him) just before getting on the train, which was going to take a good 1.5 hours to arrive. Everyone puts their sunglasses on except me, I couldn't have cared less. By the end of the train ride we were feeling it, and talking random shit. A 5-minute bus trip later, we're outside Dreamworld, and Shady pulls out the bag of blotters again, I figure I might as well make the day interesting, and take my second little magic square. I share out another with Lanky, who even though I've only met him once before today, seems like an alright enough guy.
Because we got there an hour before the gates opened, we had a bit of a wait on our hands. We expected it to take forever, but it wasn't as bad as we all thought it would be. We line up for The Claw, but the ride was having "technical difficulties" and didn't open for another 15 minutes. We just passed the time by talking about more random crap. When we got on the ride, it was freaking amazing. The rush of being swung around, and seeing the usual fractally, spiraly patterns was just plain COOL.
We worked our way around the park, doing all the big rides. At our second ride, the operator called for 3 extra people (to fill up all the seats), and Lanky and I jumped ahead of the group, who were all too busy talking about miscellaneous crap to notice. Dopey ended up following. After that ride, we headed straight for thr rollercoaster (they had organised to meet up there after that ride anyway, although I was unaware at the time). As usual, the line took a while, but we didn't care at all. The ride was totally worth it. The decorations around the rides (which I am usually completely ignorant of) added so much to the experience. It was absolutely fantaastic.
Once we got off the ride, I thought somehow that we really wanted to ditch the others and go do our own thing. Luckily the others calmed me down and explained that we really wanted to stick together (to avoid freak-outs, which I then recognised was happening to me). We sat down in the shade, and Lanky and Dopey decided it was time for a smoke. I don't smoke, so I headed out of the area to get some fresh air. I headed back after they had finished, and Lanky started babbling complete trip-shit at us. As he's talking, a family of four walks past, and the father looks at him like he's THE scum of the earth. We all had a laugh at that, and sat down at a table, waiting for the others.
While sitting at the table, I start getting REALLY paranoid, looking for a table that isn't so close to other people. Dopey reminds me that I'm just thinking it, and we're not really attracting that much attention. I don't agree, but I just go with the flow.
Once the others caught up to us, we decided to go on the Vortex (which is a big spinning chamber where centrifugal forces stick you to the walls). That was pretty cool. It was full of japanese kids who didn't understand that they had to stand still as the ride finished, so we were stuck inside for a good minute while the ride was re-calibrated for weight. Everyone wants to go on it a second time except Dopey, who watches from the observation deck above. This was a BAD idea, as after a few rides on anything that spins, I get REALLY bad motion sickness. I was feeling a bit queasy after the second ride, which on acid is really quite disconcerting.
After our second ride on the Vortex, we head over to yet another ride that spins, and I stupidly got on. I was tripping absolute BALLS by this point, and let me just say now, that vomiting is possibly THE WORST thing you could ever do on acid. The world around me was a blur of colour, all the while my body is doubled over in what can only be described as an all-encompassing agony.
After that experience, I'm feeling quite queasy, but we all decide to head down to the Tower of Terror (I can't be arsed describing it, go google it). We get in line, and it's all good. As the line moves up, we enter what can only be described as the waiting room from hell.
The room is dark, with a transparent floor and lit-up plastic "buildings" below us. There is a really annoying siren sounding, and we can't see where we're going. I wasn't sure if there were people ahead of me or not, so I tried walking forwards. Turns out there was, I ran straight into some random and apologised. We were stuck in this room for what was probably about 5 minutes, but it felt like forever. If we had been ready for it, it might not have been so bad, but it was simply beyond description how horrible it was to be stuck in that room. Sensory deprivation, eat your heart out.
Once we got into the actual ride, getting shot out of a metal tube on a cart powered by a linear magnetic accelerator was pretty damn cool. The rush of exiting the tunnel combined with the amazing acceleration was simply awesome.
On the way to the next ride, Shady gets the idea that we should eat. I order a serve of chips (fries for you Americans, not corn chips) and a drink, which I share with my brother. While waiting for our food, a family of four starts ordering and gets almost their entire meal before we get our simple order. I start wondering if I ordered it right, whether I actually paid the guy (I had), whether the place actually served chips (what the hell was I thinking)... It was very disconcerting, but we eventually got served.
We sat outside and ate. I ate about 3 chips and drank half the drink, which tasted like liquified sugar (I normally have a hard time eating on acid, so I wan't too troubled). Apparently I zoned out for a bit and started making really bad faces at people during this time, but I don't remember. All I remember is that the chips were very dissatisfying.
We head towards the Giant Drop, but before we get there we decide to go on the river rapids ride. The line was pretty noisy, not because of the people but because of the water pump, which drove us batty. While in the line, we noticed that each floating thingy on the ride only held six people, but there were seven of us. At the front of the line, I saw that there was a line for single riders, and skipped ahead of about ten people to get in straight away. I got in with some Chinese family, who took photos of everything. I even got into a couple of the photos - I thought it was pretty funny that they'd probably never know the guy that they took photos of was tripping. About halfway through the ride I realised that they were trying to communicate, saying "Hello" and a few other words. I said "Hello" back, but didn't take it any further - I wasn't really ready to try and communicate with a non-English-speaking non-tripper.
After that ride, we headed for the Giant Drop. It took us to the top of the tower, and we sat there for what was probably 30 seconds. It felt like 5 minutes. We watched the world from the top of that ride. It was amazing to just sit there, until...
CLICK! The ride drops. That moment where we started falling was crazy, like the world just stopped. Then, WHOOSH, we're falling, and BAM, we hit the brakes just before the ground. It was intense. I might add that it's my favourite ride at the whole park when I'm sober, which is probably why I enjoyed it so much.
After the Giant Drop, we started doing the other rides again. They were just as much fun the second time around. Just before the park closed, we managed to get one last ride in on the Tower of Terror, but only by bolting through the park at top speed. Now, for anyone who hasn't tried flat-out RUNNING on acid, let me tell you, it's great fun. It seems like you're going so much faster than usual. Dopey just about runs up a wall going around a corner, which I can only describe as ninja-cool. I only wish that I was more fit, because I ended up giving myself a stitch, which is quite painful while tripping.
After our last ride, we sat outside the gates for a while and ate some food that we had brought with us. We decided that we should wait for the bus lines to die down before we get in line - a bad decision, as the lines weren't actually for the bus but for entry to the Big Brother house (A reality TV show that's hosted in the middle of Dreamworld). When we realise that there's no more buses, we decide to walk to the train station. It's a dark road, and I start freaking out along with my brother, but after half an hour of walking we finally get to the station.
We stopped at Central and got some Maccas, then headed to a games arcade. Arcade games are COOL. Especially those japanese games where you "play" drums, or guitar or whatever. We hung around there for an hour or so, then wandered around the city for a bit before heading home.
I drove home 15 minutes from our station. I know it's a bad idea to drive on anything, but it was out of necessity. Luckily, I did fine and managed to drop off Dopey and Angel without a hitch, before heading home. I spent the next two hours in bed feeling the motions of the rides (which usually happens, although now I was seeing it too, that was pretty cool) before falling asleep very suddenly.
All in all, it was a pretty good day. I would highly recommend going to a theme park on acid to anyone, as long as you are responsible, and go with people you can trust. Know your limits, and don't make yourself vomit. Be ready for scary rooms which will freak you out. Dont feel forced into eating anything unless you actually want to eat, and know when to stop eating as to avoid making yourself sick. Dress in layers, as it's easy to get frustrated at being the wrong temperature, and you might not realise why.
It'll be an experience that you'll never forget.
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