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Bluelighter
Substances consumed:
T+0:00 - LSD (one microdot, swallowed)
T+1:00 - MDMA (2/3 yellow dove pill, sublingual)
Unknown amount of cigarettes, one cigar
Setting:
A big hardcore rave last night
Background:
I had just finished my exams a few days earlier, visited a friend who just returned from a holiday and had gone record and job hunting with considerable success, so I was in a good mood. I had heard so many good things about candyflipping that I had to try it myself. I'd been building myself up to it since my first trip, which was six months ago. I convinced one other guy to trip (J1, first time), who in turn convinced another guy to trip (R, 5th time? More than me anyway). Also there was J2, who was on ecstasy there. So I was a bit cut about my rapidly diminishing stash but it was all good. Oh and I think I'll keep this report short(er) and sweet.
The trip:
7:30pm - Arrived at the nearby McDonalds hoping to get something to eat before entering, because the food at the venue is terrible and not a good way to fuel a trip. But I didn't mind too much because I ate before the house. Seeing as it was our meeting point I stayed and waited.
8:00pm - The others arrived, half an hour after we agreed. No worries, it doesn't start till 9pm anyway. I give them their tabs and take my microdot. Also seeking for dinner, they were cut about Maccas being closed so we tried to get food from the pub, with no such luck.
8:30pm - I'm feeling a little bit agitated, not sure if it's pre-rave anxiety or pre-acid anxiety or what, but I can't shake a feeling of physical discomfort. We enter the venue, barely being searched. (phew!) Ok everything in my bag was opened and presented and it was a bit embarrassing but apparently there are worse. Anyway, the other guys get their dinner and I get a bottle of Powerade. I say gday to my dealers and tell them my drug plans for the night (again). We sit down, I'm feeling really edgy now. I must have forgot I took the acid. Everything seems brighter and my senses are slightly enhanced, but I couldn't tell at the time. The guys finish their dinner and I distribute glowsticks. They're making trails. I go to the toilet and have difficulty urinating. We're wondering when the doors to the main arena open so I check the time. It is...
9:00pm - I remembered the acid should be kicking in now so I decide to take half my pill. I bite it and it splits into three, so I put two of the bits under my tongue and save the other for later. Some time around here J1 and R take their tabs. The doors open and we file in. The rave starts with a hardstyle set, and it's the only non-hardcore set of the night. I dig. I start dancing in my liquid/shuffle/wobbly/whatever style. I dunno what it is but whoever's in this report (you know who you are) tell me what you'd call it. The others just seem to be standing around, waiting for their drugs to kick in. I get sick of seeing them stand still so I go to the front of the arena, effectively ditching them.
10:00pm-12:00am - It seems that one of the headliners broke his neck so another one had his set extended. But I was too high to care. Both drugs started peaking so the next few hours is a blur but I know I didn't do anything bad. All I remember was dancing, telling others what I was on, buying another yellow dove, wandering around, making entries in my trip log (it's NOT a scatbook, I want it to sound more intelligent than that) and thinking things like 'Oh my God', 'Language seems meaningless' and deconstructing words like the name of the rave, candyflip, LSD and other things.
My body seems alien and unfamiliar, like I didn't recognise my arms as arms, my ribs as ribs or my (uber-clenching) jaw as a jaw. I feel that MDMA regresses one back into childhood. When synergised with LSD, they take it one step further and regressed me back into a primal state. I felt like an animal, or a baby or something, and all I had with my was the contents of my backpack and pockets, my candy, my clothes and my camera, but again I didn't recognise them for what they were, only what they did. My visuals were intense but I wasn't really paying attention to them in my stupefied state. I almost forgot who I was, at one point I forgot I was on drugs!
12:00am - I start to regain my intelligence. I think I'd hit the plateau around here, but either way I was capable of intelligent thought. I go outside for a smoke. Bump into some old friends and catch up, but unfortunately most of what gets said goes in through one ear and out the other.
We all go back inside and I start to feel sick. I managed to hold it in the first time but when we got to the door I couldn't hold it anymore. I threw up on the other side of the fence, feeling very relieved. It was the first time I threw up on acid or ecstasy and I'm not sure which drug did it. Probably both.
1:00am - I go to the second arena and find the other guys tripping there. I think they were on the tail end of their peak. I get them to write their thoughts in the trip log. They were enjoying it. J1 had done LSA before so I asked him the difference between LSA and LSD. He couldn't come up with the words. R says something like 'LSD helps explain the explaining of the experience'. Now seeing as though my peak had ended already, I didn't fully understand it, but I did a little bit. I get up and start wandering again. This girl comes up to me and recognised me from a picture of me on acid. I can't remember if I posted it here or on another forum, but she gave me candy.
For the next few hours I'm mostly wandering around, talking mostly to people I know and being introduced to others. Telling everyone I was candyflipping, etc etc. Mentally battered, I couldn't bring myself to take anymore drugs. I think I started coming down around 3am, hitting baseline between 5 and 6am.
6:00am - I'm outside still wandering about, saying hello to everyone. This guy I know (K) comes up to me, tweaking off his dial, saying he remembered me from the days he went after this girl we knew. He tells me how much of a nutjob she is. I already knew it but there was more to her than it seemed. Like my suspicions of something sinister behind her childlike exterior were correct. Either way I'm not interested in her anymore, but that's another story. The others I was with complained how big dickheads they were. I had come down too hard to care.
I wander around a bit, bump into this guy I (kinda) met at a club a few weeks ago (JM). He talked to me about this girl I spoke to that night, who I barely remembered by the way, and how much he liked her. Basically he was spewing his sexual frustration to me and I told him to get over it and talk to her. He said how he's not a player and that 99% of girls in the rave scene just play games. I'm not sure about the 99% number but I'd already come to this conclusion, only this time it seems to have stuck. I went back inside, wandered about, thinking about what K and JM said. My trip partners are on their way out so we say goodbye and pleasure doing tripping, even if we all got separated. Went back into the main arena for one final stomp, leaving myself thoroughly wrecked.
7:00am - Closing time, back to the real world. Hung around the front for a bit, said goodbye to whoever I recognised. Wandered about, killing time till the crowds at the train station subsided. Went to Maccas, got breakfast, went home. Showered and slept it off. Still haven't eaten a proper meal yet.
Conclusion:
The candyflip was worth trying, I thought, even if I don't do it again for a long time. It was scary, but in a good way. I can see it going horribly wrong, which is why I'm hesitant to do this way again. Maybe next time I'll take the ecstasy on the LSD comedown. And I'm not ready to trip again for a while. New year's at the very earliest.
Everyone seems to be afraid of LSD. I spent a while debunking myths surrounding the drug but I'm not sure if I got through. Then again, raves aren't the best place to trip and hardcore isn't the deepest of all music, so I don't blame ravers for not trying.
As for the girls in the rave scene, let me just say that all the ones I've gone after were delinquents. Too much sex and drugs for my liking, I don't think I could trust them enough to even consider. I had all but given up after the last one and JM and K reinforced it this morning. The drugs may have helped.
T+0:00 - LSD (one microdot, swallowed)
T+1:00 - MDMA (2/3 yellow dove pill, sublingual)
Unknown amount of cigarettes, one cigar
Setting:
A big hardcore rave last night
Background:
I had just finished my exams a few days earlier, visited a friend who just returned from a holiday and had gone record and job hunting with considerable success, so I was in a good mood. I had heard so many good things about candyflipping that I had to try it myself. I'd been building myself up to it since my first trip, which was six months ago. I convinced one other guy to trip (J1, first time), who in turn convinced another guy to trip (R, 5th time? More than me anyway). Also there was J2, who was on ecstasy there. So I was a bit cut about my rapidly diminishing stash but it was all good. Oh and I think I'll keep this report short(er) and sweet.
The trip:
7:30pm - Arrived at the nearby McDonalds hoping to get something to eat before entering, because the food at the venue is terrible and not a good way to fuel a trip. But I didn't mind too much because I ate before the house. Seeing as it was our meeting point I stayed and waited.
8:00pm - The others arrived, half an hour after we agreed. No worries, it doesn't start till 9pm anyway. I give them their tabs and take my microdot. Also seeking for dinner, they were cut about Maccas being closed so we tried to get food from the pub, with no such luck.
8:30pm - I'm feeling a little bit agitated, not sure if it's pre-rave anxiety or pre-acid anxiety or what, but I can't shake a feeling of physical discomfort. We enter the venue, barely being searched. (phew!) Ok everything in my bag was opened and presented and it was a bit embarrassing but apparently there are worse. Anyway, the other guys get their dinner and I get a bottle of Powerade. I say gday to my dealers and tell them my drug plans for the night (again). We sit down, I'm feeling really edgy now. I must have forgot I took the acid. Everything seems brighter and my senses are slightly enhanced, but I couldn't tell at the time. The guys finish their dinner and I distribute glowsticks. They're making trails. I go to the toilet and have difficulty urinating. We're wondering when the doors to the main arena open so I check the time. It is...
9:00pm - I remembered the acid should be kicking in now so I decide to take half my pill. I bite it and it splits into three, so I put two of the bits under my tongue and save the other for later. Some time around here J1 and R take their tabs. The doors open and we file in. The rave starts with a hardstyle set, and it's the only non-hardcore set of the night. I dig. I start dancing in my liquid/shuffle/wobbly/whatever style. I dunno what it is but whoever's in this report (you know who you are) tell me what you'd call it. The others just seem to be standing around, waiting for their drugs to kick in. I get sick of seeing them stand still so I go to the front of the arena, effectively ditching them.
10:00pm-12:00am - It seems that one of the headliners broke his neck so another one had his set extended. But I was too high to care. Both drugs started peaking so the next few hours is a blur but I know I didn't do anything bad. All I remember was dancing, telling others what I was on, buying another yellow dove, wandering around, making entries in my trip log (it's NOT a scatbook, I want it to sound more intelligent than that) and thinking things like 'Oh my God', 'Language seems meaningless' and deconstructing words like the name of the rave, candyflip, LSD and other things.
My body seems alien and unfamiliar, like I didn't recognise my arms as arms, my ribs as ribs or my (uber-clenching) jaw as a jaw. I feel that MDMA regresses one back into childhood. When synergised with LSD, they take it one step further and regressed me back into a primal state. I felt like an animal, or a baby or something, and all I had with my was the contents of my backpack and pockets, my candy, my clothes and my camera, but again I didn't recognise them for what they were, only what they did. My visuals were intense but I wasn't really paying attention to them in my stupefied state. I almost forgot who I was, at one point I forgot I was on drugs!
12:00am - I start to regain my intelligence. I think I'd hit the plateau around here, but either way I was capable of intelligent thought. I go outside for a smoke. Bump into some old friends and catch up, but unfortunately most of what gets said goes in through one ear and out the other.
We all go back inside and I start to feel sick. I managed to hold it in the first time but when we got to the door I couldn't hold it anymore. I threw up on the other side of the fence, feeling very relieved. It was the first time I threw up on acid or ecstasy and I'm not sure which drug did it. Probably both.
1:00am - I go to the second arena and find the other guys tripping there. I think they were on the tail end of their peak. I get them to write their thoughts in the trip log. They were enjoying it. J1 had done LSA before so I asked him the difference between LSA and LSD. He couldn't come up with the words. R says something like 'LSD helps explain the explaining of the experience'. Now seeing as though my peak had ended already, I didn't fully understand it, but I did a little bit. I get up and start wandering again. This girl comes up to me and recognised me from a picture of me on acid. I can't remember if I posted it here or on another forum, but she gave me candy.
For the next few hours I'm mostly wandering around, talking mostly to people I know and being introduced to others. Telling everyone I was candyflipping, etc etc. Mentally battered, I couldn't bring myself to take anymore drugs. I think I started coming down around 3am, hitting baseline between 5 and 6am.
6:00am - I'm outside still wandering about, saying hello to everyone. This guy I know (K) comes up to me, tweaking off his dial, saying he remembered me from the days he went after this girl we knew. He tells me how much of a nutjob she is. I already knew it but there was more to her than it seemed. Like my suspicions of something sinister behind her childlike exterior were correct. Either way I'm not interested in her anymore, but that's another story. The others I was with complained how big dickheads they were. I had come down too hard to care.
I wander around a bit, bump into this guy I (kinda) met at a club a few weeks ago (JM). He talked to me about this girl I spoke to that night, who I barely remembered by the way, and how much he liked her. Basically he was spewing his sexual frustration to me and I told him to get over it and talk to her. He said how he's not a player and that 99% of girls in the rave scene just play games. I'm not sure about the 99% number but I'd already come to this conclusion, only this time it seems to have stuck. I went back inside, wandered about, thinking about what K and JM said. My trip partners are on their way out so we say goodbye and pleasure doing tripping, even if we all got separated. Went back into the main arena for one final stomp, leaving myself thoroughly wrecked.
7:00am - Closing time, back to the real world. Hung around the front for a bit, said goodbye to whoever I recognised. Wandered about, killing time till the crowds at the train station subsided. Went to Maccas, got breakfast, went home. Showered and slept it off. Still haven't eaten a proper meal yet.
Conclusion:
The candyflip was worth trying, I thought, even if I don't do it again for a long time. It was scary, but in a good way. I can see it going horribly wrong, which is why I'm hesitant to do this way again. Maybe next time I'll take the ecstasy on the LSD comedown. And I'm not ready to trip again for a while. New year's at the very earliest.
Everyone seems to be afraid of LSD. I spent a while debunking myths surrounding the drug but I'm not sure if I got through. Then again, raves aren't the best place to trip and hardcore isn't the deepest of all music, so I don't blame ravers for not trying.
As for the girls in the rave scene, let me just say that all the ones I've gone after were delinquents. Too much sex and drugs for my liking, I don't think I could trust them enough to even consider. I had all but given up after the last one and JM and K reinforced it this morning. The drugs may have helped.
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