day_trippa
Greenlighter
So after a couple of months of tripping sometimes several times a week I decided to take a break for a while, but then an old friend from Melbourne was coming to town last weekend so I decided to have one last big night out for the year. I took the rest of my stash into town (6 VERY strong sugarcubes, 10 MDA pills, 5MDEA pills) and had one of the most insane and intense nights of my life.
Got into the club at 11pm with two of my best friends. Dropped 2 sugarcubes and an mda pill to start, with each of my friends taking half a sugar cube and half a pill each. Note they were tripping balls off half. Within 30 minutes or so we started to get very messy, immediately hit the dancefloor and went off. We started the night at the usual club but I wanted to go to this new dubstep club, really grimy little venue with chalkboards all over the walls so you can write shit everywhere
Walking anywhere seemed to take years... we had to stop for a joint, then stop to roll a smoke, then i made a trip to my car to drop another half pill. Being silly season the cops were out in force, and i mean they were fucking everywhere! We were rolling a smoke, fucked off our brain when these cops walked up behind us ON A HORSE. For fucks sake. We made it to the dubstep club but the experience of turning around to see horseback cops walking behind us in the city (hahahahhaha) proved too much for my friend from melbourne and she dissappeared for the rest of the night.
So me and my mate in the most tripped out club, playing insanely beautiful mindbending music. By this stage we were both off our tits and completely lost it on the dancefloor. Went absolutely insane, we both lost most of our clothes and had epic dance battles, moving our bodies in ways that really seemed physically impossible. We were having the time of our lives, my favourite person in the world to party with and we hadn't been out together in over a year. So this was all just so much fun until we realised EVERYONE in the club was talking about us and staring at us, and there were several people filming us dancing haha. I was quite entertained but my friend warmed to the idea of returning to home turf where we know everyone. So back to the first club. Another 5 hours of INTENSE dancing. The club was packed out till close and by this stage I was tripping so hard I couldn't understand a word anyone was saying to me, couldn't really see more than a metre around me because all the lasers were morphing into this vortex around me. During this time I ate another sugarcube, another MDA pill and an MDEA pill. This was probably the most fun part of the trip, I remember standing on the pedestal in the club and dancing my heart out staring over a sea of fucked idiots doing the same
Unfortuntately the club had to close at 5am, and I realised I had parked my car in a loading zone. Huzzah. I had fortunately not lost my sense of responsibility and didnt get behind the wheel even to move my car 20m down the road, so tried to convince all of the people outside the club to move my car for me. Didn't work. Met some interesting people though.
My friend I was out with went home with her girlfriend so I got the remains of my stash and all the food I'd brought with me from the car and went on a trek. I found her at a friends place near the city, then we walked back to my house and got really high. I must have eaten another sugarcube on the way home. We had such a great d&m all the way, there was a falling out in our friendship group and we hadn't spoken in way too long. I'd really lost touch with reality now, but managed to still be the one to deal with social contact with people, had to buy cigarettes, then a lighter, people were looking at me funny, and when we finally got home I checked my pupils and saw NO COLOUR. Just big black moons :D
So we got home and got really high, decided to call some friends and wake them up and get them to come over. No-one seemed as enthused to wake up at 6am on sunday and come hang with us, but we had a ball anyway. Woke up my housemate and sat in the sun and ate heaps of delicious food. Played some guitar and wrote some music.
I ate another sugarcube at about 8am and soon after we decided to go on a mission to get some beer. While walking to the shops we decided that the outside world (and butterflies) were AMAZING so headed off to the local nature reserve with our 2 beers which we named ted and meescha.
As we past the last house before the bush, we made friends with a really nice little cat, who we called twinkles. Twinkles really took a liking to us and decided to follow us all the way through the bush, chasing butterflies with us with about as much enthusiasm. We found a really nice spot on the hill to chill and look over the city while sunbaking with twinkles. She nearly followed us all the way home but stopped before we got to the shops so we had to leave our new friend
(until next time, twinkles)
12 noon and another good friend came round and we drank beer and listened to music. My friend from melbourne left then I did some really cool improvisation on the piano while going through a quarter of really strong hydro.
My friend left at 3, then sat on the couch writing some poetry when my ex messaged me. Here things took a change from weird to scary.
So I invited my ex round. Really not the best time to deal with this when I was tripping so hard I could barely string 3 words together. We ended up having the most passionate and beautiful sex for a couple of hours (first time fucking on acid, was everything I ever thought it would be)
But then my ex had to leave. Had dinner plans. Couldn't really handle this and had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Was bawling my eyes out one minute then laughing my head off the next. I just couldn't let him go, and decided there was no way I was going to be able to calm down so decided to drop like 5 sleeping pills. Didn't put me to sleep but I don't remember anything from this point, so I'll recall my housemates story.
My ex eventually left and I went out the back to smoke some more weed. I was pretty emotionally destroyed by this stage and told my housemate i needed to talk. He was really high and didn't really understand what was going on but eventually came inside and talked for a bit. He didn't know how much acid I'd taken and chose a really bad time to have a go at me about how much acid I'd been taking and how he didn't trust anything I said anymore and stuff. Had a fight then at some stage he realized how fucked I was and made sure I got to sleep ok.
I remember patches of this part of the trip but only patches. The rest of it is just blacked out, but I remember having really dark thoughts, and just not handling being on my own. I'd completely lost myself and if my housemate hadn't been around could have really hurt myself.
I woke up at 9am the next morning and got my housemate to drive me into down to get my car. Got home, tried to watch tv but couldn't lift my head off the couch. Like I would lift up then just fall into a blackness backwards. Really scary, I kept having dreams where I would just fall unconscious in public places. Woke up again when it was dark, feeling pretty good.
So yeah an intensely mindblowing, epic, beautiful, terrifying experience. Has really made me re-examine my drug taking, my attitude towards psychedelics, my complete lack of control around drugs, and the effect its having on the rest of my life. I'm bipolar and I'm aware that taking this many drugs makes my condition much worse, but I continue to do it anway, because I love it really. I've made a very magic home in my head that's so beautiful it hurts, but i can't just leave it and return to reality. But I'm going to have to or I will go insane. Or maybe I'm already there.
Got into the club at 11pm with two of my best friends. Dropped 2 sugarcubes and an mda pill to start, with each of my friends taking half a sugar cube and half a pill each. Note they were tripping balls off half. Within 30 minutes or so we started to get very messy, immediately hit the dancefloor and went off. We started the night at the usual club but I wanted to go to this new dubstep club, really grimy little venue with chalkboards all over the walls so you can write shit everywhere
Walking anywhere seemed to take years... we had to stop for a joint, then stop to roll a smoke, then i made a trip to my car to drop another half pill. Being silly season the cops were out in force, and i mean they were fucking everywhere! We were rolling a smoke, fucked off our brain when these cops walked up behind us ON A HORSE. For fucks sake. We made it to the dubstep club but the experience of turning around to see horseback cops walking behind us in the city (hahahahhaha) proved too much for my friend from melbourne and she dissappeared for the rest of the night.So me and my mate in the most tripped out club, playing insanely beautiful mindbending music. By this stage we were both off our tits and completely lost it on the dancefloor. Went absolutely insane, we both lost most of our clothes and had epic dance battles, moving our bodies in ways that really seemed physically impossible. We were having the time of our lives, my favourite person in the world to party with and we hadn't been out together in over a year. So this was all just so much fun until we realised EVERYONE in the club was talking about us and staring at us, and there were several people filming us dancing haha. I was quite entertained but my friend warmed to the idea of returning to home turf where we know everyone. So back to the first club. Another 5 hours of INTENSE dancing. The club was packed out till close and by this stage I was tripping so hard I couldn't understand a word anyone was saying to me, couldn't really see more than a metre around me because all the lasers were morphing into this vortex around me. During this time I ate another sugarcube, another MDA pill and an MDEA pill. This was probably the most fun part of the trip, I remember standing on the pedestal in the club and dancing my heart out staring over a sea of fucked idiots doing the same
Unfortuntately the club had to close at 5am, and I realised I had parked my car in a loading zone. Huzzah. I had fortunately not lost my sense of responsibility and didnt get behind the wheel even to move my car 20m down the road, so tried to convince all of the people outside the club to move my car for me. Didn't work. Met some interesting people though.
My friend I was out with went home with her girlfriend so I got the remains of my stash and all the food I'd brought with me from the car and went on a trek. I found her at a friends place near the city, then we walked back to my house and got really high. I must have eaten another sugarcube on the way home. We had such a great d&m all the way, there was a falling out in our friendship group and we hadn't spoken in way too long. I'd really lost touch with reality now, but managed to still be the one to deal with social contact with people, had to buy cigarettes, then a lighter, people were looking at me funny, and when we finally got home I checked my pupils and saw NO COLOUR. Just big black moons :D
So we got home and got really high, decided to call some friends and wake them up and get them to come over. No-one seemed as enthused to wake up at 6am on sunday and come hang with us, but we had a ball anyway. Woke up my housemate and sat in the sun and ate heaps of delicious food. Played some guitar and wrote some music.
I ate another sugarcube at about 8am and soon after we decided to go on a mission to get some beer. While walking to the shops we decided that the outside world (and butterflies) were AMAZING so headed off to the local nature reserve with our 2 beers which we named ted and meescha.
As we past the last house before the bush, we made friends with a really nice little cat, who we called twinkles. Twinkles really took a liking to us and decided to follow us all the way through the bush, chasing butterflies with us with about as much enthusiasm. We found a really nice spot on the hill to chill and look over the city while sunbaking with twinkles. She nearly followed us all the way home but stopped before we got to the shops so we had to leave our new friend
(until next time, twinkles)12 noon and another good friend came round and we drank beer and listened to music. My friend from melbourne left then I did some really cool improvisation on the piano while going through a quarter of really strong hydro.
My friend left at 3, then sat on the couch writing some poetry when my ex messaged me. Here things took a change from weird to scary.
So I invited my ex round. Really not the best time to deal with this when I was tripping so hard I could barely string 3 words together. We ended up having the most passionate and beautiful sex for a couple of hours (first time fucking on acid, was everything I ever thought it would be)
But then my ex had to leave. Had dinner plans. Couldn't really handle this and had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Was bawling my eyes out one minute then laughing my head off the next. I just couldn't let him go, and decided there was no way I was going to be able to calm down so decided to drop like 5 sleeping pills. Didn't put me to sleep but I don't remember anything from this point, so I'll recall my housemates story.
My ex eventually left and I went out the back to smoke some more weed. I was pretty emotionally destroyed by this stage and told my housemate i needed to talk. He was really high and didn't really understand what was going on but eventually came inside and talked for a bit. He didn't know how much acid I'd taken and chose a really bad time to have a go at me about how much acid I'd been taking and how he didn't trust anything I said anymore and stuff. Had a fight then at some stage he realized how fucked I was and made sure I got to sleep ok.
I remember patches of this part of the trip but only patches. The rest of it is just blacked out, but I remember having really dark thoughts, and just not handling being on my own. I'd completely lost myself and if my housemate hadn't been around could have really hurt myself.
I woke up at 9am the next morning and got my housemate to drive me into down to get my car. Got home, tried to watch tv but couldn't lift my head off the couch. Like I would lift up then just fall into a blackness backwards. Really scary, I kept having dreams where I would just fall unconscious in public places. Woke up again when it was dark, feeling pretty good.
So yeah an intensely mindblowing, epic, beautiful, terrifying experience. Has really made me re-examine my drug taking, my attitude towards psychedelics, my complete lack of control around drugs, and the effect its having on the rest of my life. I'm bipolar and I'm aware that taking this many drugs makes my condition much worse, but I continue to do it anway, because I love it really. I've made a very magic home in my head that's so beautiful it hurts, but i can't just leave it and return to reality. But I'm going to have to or I will go insane. Or maybe I'm already there.
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