moosedog
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This report took place during the daytime at a music festival last summer. I was just hanging out with my friend browsing through all the drugs at the festival. Pretty early on, I acquired 2 red jellies (LSD) and 5 hits of plain white blotter that looked pretty sketchy.
I ate the 2 jellies and kept walking along browsing for more drugs. At this point I had tons of pharms (xanax, methadone, klonopin, morphine, hydrocodone) in my car that I had accumulated walking around, which I was saving for any panicky situations or comedowns.
I walk by two kids about my age (20 or so) and hear a muffled "DMT". I stopped them and asked how much. "20 for 30mg". I had never bought DMT before so I asked to see it. He handed me a little square of foil and I opened to see little red shards. I decided that the guys I was dealing with seemed cool and I might as well buy it.
I took a break from browsing through the drug dealers and went back to my campsite to smoke DMT for the first time. I was too excited, this might have effected my trip. I'm pretty sure it did.
I packed a small amount of weed in the bottom of my bowl to cover up the hole, and threw the whole 30mg in on top of it. I sat down in the front seat of the car, lit the DMT, inhaled. This tastes weird. I exhaled and God hit me in the stomach.
My entire field of vision was overtaken by morphing colors, eyeballs blinking, looking back at me. I closed my eyes, this was too much. Closing my eyes was no escape. I could hear every single sound at the festival all at once. Every voice speaking, every blade of grass rustling, every fucking footstep hit my ears all at once.
Suddenly I felt very sick to my stomach, and I actually felt my bowels loosen. My friend had warned my about shitting my pants. I should have taken him seriously. This was by far the most intense drug I have ever done. This blows any k-hole out of the fucking water.
I got up and went to my tent to lay down. This was actually rather pleasant. I don't remember much from the time I laid down to when I got up, but I do recall feeling a sense of being one with the universe as I laid there. I got up a while later and all I could talk about was the trip I had just experienced. My friend and I drank a few beers, I snorted some morphine and ate a xanax bar and chilled.
fast forward 7 or 8 hours...
I am now tripping fuckballs. I ate the 5 strip of shady white-on-white (weak), 5 rainbow jellies I bought from some kid, at least 3 rolls (G's up Ho's Down), and snorted a good deal of molly. I MIGHT have done ketamine as I have a memory of waking up in the grass after a k-hole, but I really don't remember. It could've been a dream or something?
I hear nitrous tanks in the distance, and I follow the noise. I had been doing balloons all day, but I had just gotten really faded and very giggly. This time would be different.
I bought two balloons and walked over by a car to enjoy them. I remember sucking in the first balloon, and then blackness.
I fell out of the universe and into another reality. I was standing there just as I had been before, but I could only comprehend reality in quadrants of four. This led to me standing there trying to align my four realities into one reality so I could function, because I couldn't exist in four realities at the same time (I tried, it wasn't working). After what seemed like 10 minutes of trying to align my realities, I decided sitting down would be my best bet. All the intensity faded and my realities realigned.
I was sitting there with one dead balloon on my right hand and a full balloon in my left.
I enjoyed my second balloon and wandered over to the stage to see Ratdog, The Duo, Lotus, and Sound Tribe Sector 9. After these amazing shows, I went back to my tent with my friend, railed morphine, ate a bar and went to bed.
substancecode_LSD
substancecode_DMT
substancecode_nitrous
_combo_
I ate the 2 jellies and kept walking along browsing for more drugs. At this point I had tons of pharms (xanax, methadone, klonopin, morphine, hydrocodone) in my car that I had accumulated walking around, which I was saving for any panicky situations or comedowns.
I walk by two kids about my age (20 or so) and hear a muffled "DMT". I stopped them and asked how much. "20 for 30mg". I had never bought DMT before so I asked to see it. He handed me a little square of foil and I opened to see little red shards. I decided that the guys I was dealing with seemed cool and I might as well buy it.
I took a break from browsing through the drug dealers and went back to my campsite to smoke DMT for the first time. I was too excited, this might have effected my trip. I'm pretty sure it did.
I packed a small amount of weed in the bottom of my bowl to cover up the hole, and threw the whole 30mg in on top of it. I sat down in the front seat of the car, lit the DMT, inhaled. This tastes weird. I exhaled and God hit me in the stomach.
My entire field of vision was overtaken by morphing colors, eyeballs blinking, looking back at me. I closed my eyes, this was too much. Closing my eyes was no escape. I could hear every single sound at the festival all at once. Every voice speaking, every blade of grass rustling, every fucking footstep hit my ears all at once.
Suddenly I felt very sick to my stomach, and I actually felt my bowels loosen. My friend had warned my about shitting my pants. I should have taken him seriously. This was by far the most intense drug I have ever done. This blows any k-hole out of the fucking water.
I got up and went to my tent to lay down. This was actually rather pleasant. I don't remember much from the time I laid down to when I got up, but I do recall feeling a sense of being one with the universe as I laid there. I got up a while later and all I could talk about was the trip I had just experienced. My friend and I drank a few beers, I snorted some morphine and ate a xanax bar and chilled.
fast forward 7 or 8 hours...
I am now tripping fuckballs. I ate the 5 strip of shady white-on-white (weak), 5 rainbow jellies I bought from some kid, at least 3 rolls (G's up Ho's Down), and snorted a good deal of molly. I MIGHT have done ketamine as I have a memory of waking up in the grass after a k-hole, but I really don't remember. It could've been a dream or something?
I hear nitrous tanks in the distance, and I follow the noise. I had been doing balloons all day, but I had just gotten really faded and very giggly. This time would be different.
I bought two balloons and walked over by a car to enjoy them. I remember sucking in the first balloon, and then blackness.
I fell out of the universe and into another reality. I was standing there just as I had been before, but I could only comprehend reality in quadrants of four. This led to me standing there trying to align my four realities into one reality so I could function, because I couldn't exist in four realities at the same time (I tried, it wasn't working). After what seemed like 10 minutes of trying to align my realities, I decided sitting down would be my best bet. All the intensity faded and my realities realigned.
I was sitting there with one dead balloon on my right hand and a full balloon in my left.
I enjoyed my second balloon and wandered over to the stage to see Ratdog, The Duo, Lotus, and Sound Tribe Sector 9. After these amazing shows, I went back to my tent with my friend, railed morphine, ate a bar and went to bed.
substancecode_LSD
substancecode_DMT
substancecode_nitrous
_combo_
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