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Bluelighter
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- Oct 3, 2005
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Ok it started with a mega hyped up trip to Melbourne from Sydney with some of my friends. We had decided to go hardcore clubbing for the weekend so we got some money together and with about a week worth of “planning”. Three of us headed off from Sydney. After driving most of the way we stopped off the Victoria border to pick up the rest of the party my best friend included. After getting the pike from two of my best friends house mates we only ended up with two extra people from that house. The five of us left and got to Melbourne right when the sun was coming down.
We somehow magically found a youth hostel, this being my first time to Melbourne I had no fucking idea where I was or where to go. We went to our room and smoke a cone each except one of us who doesn’t take drugs because he is diabetic and cautious. Stoned off our trees we headed out to china town, got a bit lost fowling my friends who had been there before. We ate and headed back to the hostel. Just before we were heading out to the club one of my friends lost the magnetic key to get back in, and in a tired pissed off rage my diabetic friend decided to have a rest so we left him there.
We got to the club and walked around for about an hour before my best friend and I decided to go back and get my other mate. We walked back got him then decided to drive back to the club so we had some where to go because we couldn’t get back into the hostel. Then we tried to get some acid. At about 2-3 am we finally got some I took one tab my best friend took one, and the other person from Sydney took one. Now I hadn’t had a tab for about 3 months before this one having decided to have taken a brake. Just after I dumped the one lonely tab my diabetic friend had, had to much hard style for his liking and decided to hit the car.
It must have been only like half an hour before it stated to kick in, boy did it kick in. it was clean, I felt that buzz that you get with the blurry vision then my body took over I must have danced my self dehydrated I was having so much fun. My best friend and I found some really cool place in the club and started inventing really cool dance moves impressing ourselves for a couple of hours.
When finally the club closed it felt like we were kicked out. Spewed onto streets of Melbourne, newborn, raver sludge all over us. We would have looked like a zerg (from star craft) pod exploding. As we got “kicked out” onto the dodgy ally in witch this club was located for some reason the place got fucking like intense paranoid, like it was wired these people that we had been having fun with all night suddenly seemed like a threat. The streets seemed dangerous so the four us three of witch who were still at the start of the peek of our trips headed back to the car. We hoped in, I was in no fucking state mind body to drive that thing so I gave the only one of us who wasn’t fucked up the driver’s seat. Now this person didn’t have a license so I wasn’t worried about any thing at the time.
So three of us were starting to speak in our heads we were connecting like you do when you’re really in that state. The car that we were seemed like a temple we chatted about things in our heads and were hitting the nail on the head. After about an hour it was too much. It was time to get the fuck out of there. I woke up my diabetic friend who was looking like complete shit and told him we were walking back. So we grabbed his meds and started heading back the hostel. On the way back I was having a time trying to get my head in order. God dam it was hard thinking about stuff chatting to my friends and feeling like I was getting used a bit when in reality I wasn’t. we got back to the hostel fifteen minutes before it opened, my best friend decided to make us move because we look very suspect and we were all a bit paranoid at the time. We headed across the street to the MacDonald’s and sat in there got nothing. After about ten minutes of sitting in a MacDonald’s I started to observe how the corporate place worked, I was tripping pretty hard at this time and people around us started saying things that I would not expect them to say, and after over analyzing everything we left again.
It was time for the hostel to open I started looking over the situation in my head. It wasn’t going to open and my friends kept telling me this. By this time I really thought my diabetic friend was going to die. He was almost run over like five times on the way back and he looked like he needed a bed. My best friend decided we should head over to a park witch we named the fucked up “zombie park” on the way in. wow my mind flipped over that one. Considering if it would be a good idea to be fucked up in a park where my mind would actually think my diabetic friend would become a zombie or sit here waiting.
My best friend got the shits or some thing and went to take a piss. I was fed up and scared paranoid and I needed to get away from these heads. I gave my keys to one of my friends and set out for the trip of a life time. It was seven in the morning and I still had between five to seven hours of tripping. I started walking around the block after five minutes or less I got lost. Lost in a city I had never been in and know nothing about. My head had a really big challenge ahead of it.
I found a really good block to walk around and walked around it a couple of times and came up with some concepts to get me to the next black. Like keep on walking strong or you’ll become a bum, never look back or something will appear in front of you, or behind you. Never be worried about things from behind you can’t see them and finally no one is talking to you.
After a while of walking I came to this surreal car park. It was almost empty and had a really cool view around it. I studied it for a while then started tripping visually. I thought that I was god. I would have been dancing and waving my arms around for like 15 minutes or some thing. I was probably freaking the shit out of people as well. I swear every time some one came in I would study them, obvisly I would have been like that random guy in a car park giving you the look “I’m going to take your wallet if you get any closer”. My best friend rang me the first of many conversations, we talked about where I was, because I was tripping and thinking that I was apart of god I talked in metaphors “where are you” “well I see the sky witch means I’m under the sky”. Any way after coming to my senses and failing to pull the winning lottery ticket out of thin air I left that place and moved on.
I started walking around this really cool block, it would have been like a warehouse building and it had some cool Nintendo graffiti around it. It was locked up but made me think about how you make it in this world. I walked around a corner once and no one was there then the next time I walked around and people were moving cars. I would spin around and no one would be there. It seemed like some of the streets that I walked down were under construction. Kind of like they were making the streets before I got there. This really got to me. I got another phone call from my friend. I knew I was lost and that he was trying to help me. But for some reason I thought that he was being watched so every thing that he asked from me I would say the opposite. Are you walking up a hill or down a hill kind of stuff and the best one what street are you on. Ha now that I think about it that’s probably why I was lost for so long.
Ok so the sun had just started to come out and people were about. I have never noticed it but after trying to look every one in the eye and smiling a lot I did notice people don’t look you in the eye much. Wired things were happening I started noticing stuff I would usually be oblivious to; there was a kid with downer syndrome holding out a $20 note begging to be taken. Now I walked passed all this stuff and just analyzed it furiously.
I got to a point in the trip in witch every tripper get to. What if this doesn’t stop what if you can’t handle this one? I stopped looked behind me for the first time without planning to walk back. I thought I was dead. What if I had in fact really passed out back in some ally and my conciseness had kept on walking. For some reason I didn’t mind this I kept walking thinking I was dead when I really started to get fucked up. Now if you have never been to Melbourne before there are some things you should know. They have an insane tram system they still use there old trams from like a 100 years ago. They have horse and carts and police on horses as well.
Now I was like what the hell I’m seeing old trams I must be dead. Death has no restrictions on time. The builds around me had no time restrictions ether. From churches to flinders station from the Egyptian style to the Greek. I walked around one corner and I must have walked into a bunch of tourists because none of them were speaking in English. I finally got to the real point where I thought I was dead when I found federation square. Now this building is funky I walked across the street with these two old ladies whose conversation I couldn’t have to over hear.
“Oh look at this building I have never been here have you”
“Oh my no, lets go have a look”
Well I really thought that I was at the gates to heaven. Nothing compares to what I was feeling, the sun had just come out of the clouds as I walked up the paved area. I sat there for a while soaking in the sun truly satisfied with the life I had. I had no regrets and would have done it all again.
I walked down some more for an hour or so time was so irrelevant before I got the last call from my best friend. He had the car and was fine and he told me I could get back if I listened to what he said. He went on about some thing but all I remember was that flinders station was the wrong way and I needed to turnaround.
Now I was looking directly at flinders station and now back in my head I knew that flinders station was the end nothingness the end of it all. So after contemplating being lost for all eternity I gathered my wits and decided to go to flinders station. I got to the station and was nicely guided by the train guards out of the station and onto a tram. After once again getting lost I found my way to a park. This park happened to be on the other side of the city and god knows how I got there. I got my last phone call from my other tripper friend and they come and fond me with in five minutes. By this time it was about mid day and I felt like I had been walking my whole life. We got back to the hostel and every one was fine. I hit the bed and woke up a couple of hours later. One of the most meaning full experiences of my life it all seemed like a dream that only happened in my mind. I have a deep place for that city of Melbourne and I really want to go back.
We somehow magically found a youth hostel, this being my first time to Melbourne I had no fucking idea where I was or where to go. We went to our room and smoke a cone each except one of us who doesn’t take drugs because he is diabetic and cautious. Stoned off our trees we headed out to china town, got a bit lost fowling my friends who had been there before. We ate and headed back to the hostel. Just before we were heading out to the club one of my friends lost the magnetic key to get back in, and in a tired pissed off rage my diabetic friend decided to have a rest so we left him there.
We got to the club and walked around for about an hour before my best friend and I decided to go back and get my other mate. We walked back got him then decided to drive back to the club so we had some where to go because we couldn’t get back into the hostel. Then we tried to get some acid. At about 2-3 am we finally got some I took one tab my best friend took one, and the other person from Sydney took one. Now I hadn’t had a tab for about 3 months before this one having decided to have taken a brake. Just after I dumped the one lonely tab my diabetic friend had, had to much hard style for his liking and decided to hit the car.
It must have been only like half an hour before it stated to kick in, boy did it kick in. it was clean, I felt that buzz that you get with the blurry vision then my body took over I must have danced my self dehydrated I was having so much fun. My best friend and I found some really cool place in the club and started inventing really cool dance moves impressing ourselves for a couple of hours.
When finally the club closed it felt like we were kicked out. Spewed onto streets of Melbourne, newborn, raver sludge all over us. We would have looked like a zerg (from star craft) pod exploding. As we got “kicked out” onto the dodgy ally in witch this club was located for some reason the place got fucking like intense paranoid, like it was wired these people that we had been having fun with all night suddenly seemed like a threat. The streets seemed dangerous so the four us three of witch who were still at the start of the peek of our trips headed back to the car. We hoped in, I was in no fucking state mind body to drive that thing so I gave the only one of us who wasn’t fucked up the driver’s seat. Now this person didn’t have a license so I wasn’t worried about any thing at the time.
So three of us were starting to speak in our heads we were connecting like you do when you’re really in that state. The car that we were seemed like a temple we chatted about things in our heads and were hitting the nail on the head. After about an hour it was too much. It was time to get the fuck out of there. I woke up my diabetic friend who was looking like complete shit and told him we were walking back. So we grabbed his meds and started heading back the hostel. On the way back I was having a time trying to get my head in order. God dam it was hard thinking about stuff chatting to my friends and feeling like I was getting used a bit when in reality I wasn’t. we got back to the hostel fifteen minutes before it opened, my best friend decided to make us move because we look very suspect and we were all a bit paranoid at the time. We headed across the street to the MacDonald’s and sat in there got nothing. After about ten minutes of sitting in a MacDonald’s I started to observe how the corporate place worked, I was tripping pretty hard at this time and people around us started saying things that I would not expect them to say, and after over analyzing everything we left again.
It was time for the hostel to open I started looking over the situation in my head. It wasn’t going to open and my friends kept telling me this. By this time I really thought my diabetic friend was going to die. He was almost run over like five times on the way back and he looked like he needed a bed. My best friend decided we should head over to a park witch we named the fucked up “zombie park” on the way in. wow my mind flipped over that one. Considering if it would be a good idea to be fucked up in a park where my mind would actually think my diabetic friend would become a zombie or sit here waiting.
My best friend got the shits or some thing and went to take a piss. I was fed up and scared paranoid and I needed to get away from these heads. I gave my keys to one of my friends and set out for the trip of a life time. It was seven in the morning and I still had between five to seven hours of tripping. I started walking around the block after five minutes or less I got lost. Lost in a city I had never been in and know nothing about. My head had a really big challenge ahead of it.
I found a really good block to walk around and walked around it a couple of times and came up with some concepts to get me to the next black. Like keep on walking strong or you’ll become a bum, never look back or something will appear in front of you, or behind you. Never be worried about things from behind you can’t see them and finally no one is talking to you.
After a while of walking I came to this surreal car park. It was almost empty and had a really cool view around it. I studied it for a while then started tripping visually. I thought that I was god. I would have been dancing and waving my arms around for like 15 minutes or some thing. I was probably freaking the shit out of people as well. I swear every time some one came in I would study them, obvisly I would have been like that random guy in a car park giving you the look “I’m going to take your wallet if you get any closer”. My best friend rang me the first of many conversations, we talked about where I was, because I was tripping and thinking that I was apart of god I talked in metaphors “where are you” “well I see the sky witch means I’m under the sky”. Any way after coming to my senses and failing to pull the winning lottery ticket out of thin air I left that place and moved on.
I started walking around this really cool block, it would have been like a warehouse building and it had some cool Nintendo graffiti around it. It was locked up but made me think about how you make it in this world. I walked around a corner once and no one was there then the next time I walked around and people were moving cars. I would spin around and no one would be there. It seemed like some of the streets that I walked down were under construction. Kind of like they were making the streets before I got there. This really got to me. I got another phone call from my friend. I knew I was lost and that he was trying to help me. But for some reason I thought that he was being watched so every thing that he asked from me I would say the opposite. Are you walking up a hill or down a hill kind of stuff and the best one what street are you on. Ha now that I think about it that’s probably why I was lost for so long.
Ok so the sun had just started to come out and people were about. I have never noticed it but after trying to look every one in the eye and smiling a lot I did notice people don’t look you in the eye much. Wired things were happening I started noticing stuff I would usually be oblivious to; there was a kid with downer syndrome holding out a $20 note begging to be taken. Now I walked passed all this stuff and just analyzed it furiously.
I got to a point in the trip in witch every tripper get to. What if this doesn’t stop what if you can’t handle this one? I stopped looked behind me for the first time without planning to walk back. I thought I was dead. What if I had in fact really passed out back in some ally and my conciseness had kept on walking. For some reason I didn’t mind this I kept walking thinking I was dead when I really started to get fucked up. Now if you have never been to Melbourne before there are some things you should know. They have an insane tram system they still use there old trams from like a 100 years ago. They have horse and carts and police on horses as well.
Now I was like what the hell I’m seeing old trams I must be dead. Death has no restrictions on time. The builds around me had no time restrictions ether. From churches to flinders station from the Egyptian style to the Greek. I walked around one corner and I must have walked into a bunch of tourists because none of them were speaking in English. I finally got to the real point where I thought I was dead when I found federation square. Now this building is funky I walked across the street with these two old ladies whose conversation I couldn’t have to over hear.
“Oh look at this building I have never been here have you”
“Oh my no, lets go have a look”
Well I really thought that I was at the gates to heaven. Nothing compares to what I was feeling, the sun had just come out of the clouds as I walked up the paved area. I sat there for a while soaking in the sun truly satisfied with the life I had. I had no regrets and would have done it all again.
I walked down some more for an hour or so time was so irrelevant before I got the last call from my best friend. He had the car and was fine and he told me I could get back if I listened to what he said. He went on about some thing but all I remember was that flinders station was the wrong way and I needed to turnaround.
Now I was looking directly at flinders station and now back in my head I knew that flinders station was the end nothingness the end of it all. So after contemplating being lost for all eternity I gathered my wits and decided to go to flinders station. I got to the station and was nicely guided by the train guards out of the station and onto a tram. After once again getting lost I found my way to a park. This park happened to be on the other side of the city and god knows how I got there. I got my last phone call from my other tripper friend and they come and fond me with in five minutes. By this time it was about mid day and I felt like I had been walking my whole life. We got back to the hostel and every one was fine. I hit the bed and woke up a couple of hours later. One of the most meaning full experiences of my life it all seemed like a dream that only happened in my mind. I have a deep place for that city of Melbourne and I really want to go back.
