lucid.tripper
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On Friday night we drove to the rave. On the way I was expecting good things, but I was to be knocked on my ass and slapped with a difficult experience to integrate. I was kind of tired, I had only gotten 6 hours of sleep in the last 3 days.
We arrived at the campsite about an hour east of sacramento at about 10 o clock... There weren’t that many people there, but it was a fairly nice campsite, lots of mud everywhere though and it was cold.
No matter, Nothing was going to stop me from having a good time, the night was clear and a Cheshire cat moon was smiling upon us all. I talked to some people who had brought their own fire pit, they had good vibes and provided some stimulating conversation for my hypothalimus... though they were kind of broing..It was 420 so we picked up a bag from our friend E, some damn fine grass it was. I was smoking that around the fire pit with said good vibes until around 12-2 am, in this timeframe I also proceeded to consume 2 pills of o-k ecstacy.
I was rolling pretty hard, dancing a lot and generally raving at the speed of traffic.. and at around 3-4 am I took two hits of acid … After this I went totally loopy.. I don’t remember much just bits of pieces… some guy giving me a lightshow by the bonfire.. meeting an EMT and his wife who gave me incredible vibes and sent me flying into a peak where I was caught in a spiral vortex of fractical visuals, kalidescopic colors, and self actualization… My friend trying to explain the way a car engine works and how pistons fire as a metaphor for life.. listening to "Windowpane" by Opeth in my friends car and seeing the beat when I closed my eyes... that is when my peak started...
Somehow the whole rave seemed to know that I was peaking, the music was playing just for me.. everyone seemed to be commenting on how high I was and how great their first times were… I didn’t even know what they were talking about, it wasn’t my first time candy flipping… I was smoking weed with the DJs and it some girl came up and I thought she was talking to the DJ about wanting to fuck me but I was so high that I couldn’t put the tail on the donkey so I think I missed an opportunity to get laid…
I communicated that I smoke a little too much pot to the EMT and I think he brewed up a conspiracy… I was smoking a fatty bowl and passed it on to Checkers, a fellow raver, and after he took a hit he was about to pass it to someone else, but in my primal high on LSD self I made a “grabbing” (it was more like waving my hands over the pipe) motion over the piece… Checkers commented “Damn, all of a sudden the pipe weighs a thousand pounds…” This sends me into a spiral of confusion and mental disarray.. meanwhile my pipe has disappeared.
And so, in search of my beloved beautiful pipe, I work my way around the bonfire to catch the charred remains of my last bowl. I look upon the thizz faces and laugh to myself, and wonder how I must look to these “beautiful people”. Probably not so beautiful…
I make my way around the fire to the other side and all of a sudden the pipe gets passed to me with a full green bowl packed inside… This, for some odd reason, triggers the idea in the mental region of my physical aspect that my addiction to marijuana is completely detrimental to everything I want and need to accomplish in my life and that I need to view it as a social tool, or just a tool in general, rather than a panacea.
That damn chick didn’t help either, she kept giving me googly eyes and when I went over to talk to her she seemed to disappear into thin air… when I finally did get to talk to her all she said was, “I’m really high hee hee” which was a fairly inconvenient to my lower extremity region.
I tried not to let it bother me and started dancing again... I was rewarded with visuals and now everytime I hear the song I was dancing to, synapes fire and I cant help but *KNOW WHY*
The icing on the cake was the vision I was granted… I was standing in the muddy clearing where the cars were parked around, and I wandered off a bit to the west into the wood, where trolls and fairies lurk…
Wandering through the darkness with only an orange glowstick to light my way, I came upon a HUGE fucking tree stump that had obviously been burned and used as a very large fire to gather around and perform raving rituals.. I saw a dead glowstick on the ground near the charred and ashy giant stump and picked it up.. As soon as I picked this glowstick up, I was transported to another time and place… The fire was roaring.. the stars were brilliant… there were BEAUTIFUL people dancing around the fire, dude, there was a drop dead gorgeous chick dressed in a tight black skirt and a black tubetop with fishnets on her perfectly tanned legs *SPINNING RAINBOWS* to the sound of some mystical shamanistic techno music… and many other individuals dancing and waving their luminous sticks in all manner of impressive directions… I made eye contact with an asian raver.. he was dancing most impressively very near the fire.. he had a very intricate glowstick necklace on, it had all kinds of different shapes, sizes, colors… all perfectly semmetrical and glowing/dimming in harmony with the music… this individual, who I believe to have been a technoshaman put his hand on my head and gave me a shot of some kind of energy I will never forget…
The rest of night was very confusing and hard to remember…I just felt the need to put some kind of jumbled memory together about what happened… I remember seeing music.. I saw the beat of the music.. synesthasia..?I felt it in the core of my being.. I felt as if the chemicals I took totally rearranged my brain and synapses that I usually follow…
That was my first trip report, I am sorry it is so lousy…
We arrived at the campsite about an hour east of sacramento at about 10 o clock... There weren’t that many people there, but it was a fairly nice campsite, lots of mud everywhere though and it was cold.
No matter, Nothing was going to stop me from having a good time, the night was clear and a Cheshire cat moon was smiling upon us all. I talked to some people who had brought their own fire pit, they had good vibes and provided some stimulating conversation for my hypothalimus... though they were kind of broing..It was 420 so we picked up a bag from our friend E, some damn fine grass it was. I was smoking that around the fire pit with said good vibes until around 12-2 am, in this timeframe I also proceeded to consume 2 pills of o-k ecstacy.
I was rolling pretty hard, dancing a lot and generally raving at the speed of traffic.. and at around 3-4 am I took two hits of acid … After this I went totally loopy.. I don’t remember much just bits of pieces… some guy giving me a lightshow by the bonfire.. meeting an EMT and his wife who gave me incredible vibes and sent me flying into a peak where I was caught in a spiral vortex of fractical visuals, kalidescopic colors, and self actualization… My friend trying to explain the way a car engine works and how pistons fire as a metaphor for life.. listening to "Windowpane" by Opeth in my friends car and seeing the beat when I closed my eyes... that is when my peak started...
Somehow the whole rave seemed to know that I was peaking, the music was playing just for me.. everyone seemed to be commenting on how high I was and how great their first times were… I didn’t even know what they were talking about, it wasn’t my first time candy flipping… I was smoking weed with the DJs and it some girl came up and I thought she was talking to the DJ about wanting to fuck me but I was so high that I couldn’t put the tail on the donkey so I think I missed an opportunity to get laid…
I communicated that I smoke a little too much pot to the EMT and I think he brewed up a conspiracy… I was smoking a fatty bowl and passed it on to Checkers, a fellow raver, and after he took a hit he was about to pass it to someone else, but in my primal high on LSD self I made a “grabbing” (it was more like waving my hands over the pipe) motion over the piece… Checkers commented “Damn, all of a sudden the pipe weighs a thousand pounds…” This sends me into a spiral of confusion and mental disarray.. meanwhile my pipe has disappeared.
And so, in search of my beloved beautiful pipe, I work my way around the bonfire to catch the charred remains of my last bowl. I look upon the thizz faces and laugh to myself, and wonder how I must look to these “beautiful people”. Probably not so beautiful…
I make my way around the fire to the other side and all of a sudden the pipe gets passed to me with a full green bowl packed inside… This, for some odd reason, triggers the idea in the mental region of my physical aspect that my addiction to marijuana is completely detrimental to everything I want and need to accomplish in my life and that I need to view it as a social tool, or just a tool in general, rather than a panacea.
That damn chick didn’t help either, she kept giving me googly eyes and when I went over to talk to her she seemed to disappear into thin air… when I finally did get to talk to her all she said was, “I’m really high hee hee” which was a fairly inconvenient to my lower extremity region.
I tried not to let it bother me and started dancing again... I was rewarded with visuals and now everytime I hear the song I was dancing to, synapes fire and I cant help but *KNOW WHY*
The icing on the cake was the vision I was granted… I was standing in the muddy clearing where the cars were parked around, and I wandered off a bit to the west into the wood, where trolls and fairies lurk…
Wandering through the darkness with only an orange glowstick to light my way, I came upon a HUGE fucking tree stump that had obviously been burned and used as a very large fire to gather around and perform raving rituals.. I saw a dead glowstick on the ground near the charred and ashy giant stump and picked it up.. As soon as I picked this glowstick up, I was transported to another time and place… The fire was roaring.. the stars were brilliant… there were BEAUTIFUL people dancing around the fire, dude, there was a drop dead gorgeous chick dressed in a tight black skirt and a black tubetop with fishnets on her perfectly tanned legs *SPINNING RAINBOWS* to the sound of some mystical shamanistic techno music… and many other individuals dancing and waving their luminous sticks in all manner of impressive directions… I made eye contact with an asian raver.. he was dancing most impressively very near the fire.. he had a very intricate glowstick necklace on, it had all kinds of different shapes, sizes, colors… all perfectly semmetrical and glowing/dimming in harmony with the music… this individual, who I believe to have been a technoshaman put his hand on my head and gave me a shot of some kind of energy I will never forget…
The rest of night was very confusing and hard to remember…I just felt the need to put some kind of jumbled memory together about what happened… I remember seeing music.. I saw the beat of the music.. synesthasia..?I felt it in the core of my being.. I felt as if the chemicals I took totally rearranged my brain and synapses that I usually follow…
That was my first trip report, I am sorry it is so lousy…
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