SynapseDisruptor
Bluelighter
The night started in the off campus dorms where my friends all lived...This place was all, and I mean all, made of Plywood panelling...Just one long hall with perfectly symetrical doors on each side, each opening to a 2 bdrm apt that was about 850sq ft. My friends K and J who were dating and A had been waiting for me to arrive since I was holding the 15 yellow gels that were to be the nights entertainment.
I arrived at about 9:45pm and was greeted with a couple cones of local green as we bullshited and everyone got ready for what was to come...It was decided that since we were all very experienced users J, A, and myself would start with 2 and 1/2 each and k since her tolerance and experience level was less would do 1 and 1/2. As we cut the first into halves we learned not to cut gels w/a razor without being surrounded by a baggie....needless to say half of the first gel flew off of the table to destinations unknown. The next cut easier since we used a baggie this time and I told the others to drop theirs now and that I was going to drop 3 so we didnt have to cut anymore up. we all dropped our respective doses at about 10:15pm and I wrapped the leftovers up for later. At this point we all head to the small living room and sit around the TV....someone gets the bright idea to put on Andrew Dice Clay and quickly the room is filled with laughter.
11:00pm or so...
I become aware of something but for the life of me I can't figure out what...I hear voices from outside the room but no one else seems to notice. As I look around the room at my friends I start to sense a social order to things...but the thought is left unfinished as J busts out laughing and rools off the *flip & Fuck (a flip and fuck is like a fouton but entirely made of material and padding, it looks like a little chair but when unfolded it a long flat pad)
The tension in the room shatters like a pane of glass as his infectious laughter overtakes the room and tense facial muscles bend into LSD induced perma-grin.
The Chaos Starts
Someone puts on an OLD ass rave till dawn tape and the lights go down as "50,000 watts of power
" starts to pump from the stereo. Everyone is laughing and bouncing around the room like a gentle mosh pit but I sense something not right here...I just want to be unoticed....not alone but not a part of the group. No one notices as I leave the room and close myself in the bedroom on the otherside of the wall. I can hear everyone on the other side but I dont feel like joining the party. I light a couple candles to banish the darkness and try to clear my mind, but the closer to a meditative state I get The more I feel something nagging at my sub-concious, something thats on the tip of my tounge but totally hidden from my active thoughts. I stay here listening to the banter, shrieks, thumps, and bass coming from the next room for a while enjoying my position of unnoticed observation for what seems like an eternity before I feel an energy start to build within me....Like laughter bubbling toward the surface but falling just short of my lips. Without noticing it I grab my knees and begin to rock violently forward and backward while crosslegged on the floor. How long this went on I dont know but when I became aware of myself again The house was completely silent and every muscle in my body is tensed to its limit. At that exact moment the door bursts inward with what I thought was hurricane force and standing there were J,K,and A grinning like idiots...They said nothing at first as I pick myself off of the floor and start to come to terms with the fact that they hadnt blown the door off its hinges. The stereo crackles and the first strains of Underworlds Born Slippy fill the air and all four of us whoop like crazy animals and begin a franitic dance across the Apt. At that moment I knew what it was to be free, happiness filled my soul and overflowed into my friends and back again...
Up to this point I had seen only shadows shifting around me, minor light disturbances and such but now the OEVs started with a furvor. Gradually at first but with increasing speed as we danced I began to notice patterns forming in the texture of the wallsand lines emerging from the tiled counter running parallel to the grout seams.The longer my focus stayed on any object the deeper into the geometric layers I could see untill Layer upon Layer architectural wonders were built...vast citys formed in miliseconds, steel guirders stretching to the horizon point replacing the lines....then turning my head it all began building a new universe on the diamod patters emerging from the carpet.
All at once the music stopped and we were left breathless as our illusions crumbled before us...counters beacme counters....carpets became carpets...yet all held a secret only hinted at by the shifting patterns seen on the surface.
12:20am
Nausea grips me and I cant get it out of my head that the melted gel tab material is coating my mouth...aack!
Everyone else has gone into the room across the hall to drink with some friends the room next door. I stayed here to take a shower and brush the yellow slime i was convinced coated my mouth away. I can still sink into objects with my brain but the moment is over, and it doesnt feel right, in fact it gets kind of annoying everytime I catch myself staring into a landscape only to realize its the shower wall. Its seems to take hours to scrub the sweat from my body and in the end I give up and crawl out and into a clean towel. I feel like a failure in hygiene school, hot water made me sweat more and cold water just slid over the imagined slime. Brushing my teeth though is wonderfull....refreshing....i feel like im shedding my yellow slime incrusted self and being reborn. I dress in the clothes I had packed for the next day and emerge victorious...happy and satisfied with the world. To an empty house...no music...no TV...the door has been locked...Where the hell is everyone?
Where is the party?
1:40am
I go next door to look for everyone and bang on the door thinking im surprisingly sober for only having dropped a few hours ago. One of J and Ks friends answers the door half asleep and informs me that everyone went to a party across town 30mins ago when our other friend showed up with his car.
Grrrrrr......My head turns into a boiling red ball..
What the Fuck....
J & Ks friend invites me in and we talk for about an hour about tripping and life and such as we smoke some more cones of the local greenery. During this time I am starting to see a change in the constant OEVs I have been having....things are starting to lose depth....I still see growing patterns but they now appear to be fractals stretching fingers out from one surface to the next untill I look away and banish them. So J & Ks friend doesnt waste any time he just comes out with it..."K told me you have hits left, you wanna sell some...or trade for some Tweak?"
I had never done tweak and almost no one will admit to doing it on the east coast so I thougt hey, heres my chance. I traded him the last 5 hits for a bag...So now that he has the shit hes like.....ummm....ok...im going over to my GFs house.
Alone again.
3:00am
I go back to J & Ks room chop down this 'Tweak'
It looks waxy and slightly discolored and im thinking i might have gotten screwed. Once its all chopped up it makes 2 lines the length and thickness of my pinkie. Not knowing how much I should do because of inexperience and the acid thats in me I blow up half of it. And a second later clutch my nose screaming as sweat breaks out all over my body. The first thought that popped into my head was "this is the greatest I have ever felt....EVER..." Things seemed to move at a snails pace, I was fast, i was happy but mostly I was competent, everything I did I did with skill and ease. I cleaned the entire house, I danced in the kitchen, I talked to myself outloud about the weirdness I had felt earlier and decided I was a genius to recognize such social patterns. Before my eyes threads of social positioning unwound from posturing attempts to be "That guy" for your friends and realization hit me like a brick.
4:30am
I blast the other line welcoming the burn, and grab my pen. Over the next hours I proceded to write out as many of the fragmented ideas as I could catch with my pen. By the end it turned into a dissertation on social deconstruction and the posative effect it could have on the world.
I fell asleep hours later after watching a magnificent sunrise, truly believing that I had learned something the night before.
I arrived at about 9:45pm and was greeted with a couple cones of local green as we bullshited and everyone got ready for what was to come...It was decided that since we were all very experienced users J, A, and myself would start with 2 and 1/2 each and k since her tolerance and experience level was less would do 1 and 1/2. As we cut the first into halves we learned not to cut gels w/a razor without being surrounded by a baggie....needless to say half of the first gel flew off of the table to destinations unknown. The next cut easier since we used a baggie this time and I told the others to drop theirs now and that I was going to drop 3 so we didnt have to cut anymore up. we all dropped our respective doses at about 10:15pm and I wrapped the leftovers up for later. At this point we all head to the small living room and sit around the TV....someone gets the bright idea to put on Andrew Dice Clay and quickly the room is filled with laughter.
11:00pm or so...
I become aware of something but for the life of me I can't figure out what...I hear voices from outside the room but no one else seems to notice. As I look around the room at my friends I start to sense a social order to things...but the thought is left unfinished as J busts out laughing and rools off the *flip & Fuck (a flip and fuck is like a fouton but entirely made of material and padding, it looks like a little chair but when unfolded it a long flat pad)
The tension in the room shatters like a pane of glass as his infectious laughter overtakes the room and tense facial muscles bend into LSD induced perma-grin.
The Chaos Starts
Someone puts on an OLD ass rave till dawn tape and the lights go down as "50,000 watts of power
" starts to pump from the stereo. Everyone is laughing and bouncing around the room like a gentle mosh pit but I sense something not right here...I just want to be unoticed....not alone but not a part of the group. No one notices as I leave the room and close myself in the bedroom on the otherside of the wall. I can hear everyone on the other side but I dont feel like joining the party. I light a couple candles to banish the darkness and try to clear my mind, but the closer to a meditative state I get The more I feel something nagging at my sub-concious, something thats on the tip of my tounge but totally hidden from my active thoughts. I stay here listening to the banter, shrieks, thumps, and bass coming from the next room for a while enjoying my position of unnoticed observation for what seems like an eternity before I feel an energy start to build within me....Like laughter bubbling toward the surface but falling just short of my lips. Without noticing it I grab my knees and begin to rock violently forward and backward while crosslegged on the floor. How long this went on I dont know but when I became aware of myself again The house was completely silent and every muscle in my body is tensed to its limit. At that exact moment the door bursts inward with what I thought was hurricane force and standing there were J,K,and A grinning like idiots...They said nothing at first as I pick myself off of the floor and start to come to terms with the fact that they hadnt blown the door off its hinges. The stereo crackles and the first strains of Underworlds Born Slippy fill the air and all four of us whoop like crazy animals and begin a franitic dance across the Apt. At that moment I knew what it was to be free, happiness filled my soul and overflowed into my friends and back again...
Up to this point I had seen only shadows shifting around me, minor light disturbances and such but now the OEVs started with a furvor. Gradually at first but with increasing speed as we danced I began to notice patterns forming in the texture of the wallsand lines emerging from the tiled counter running parallel to the grout seams.The longer my focus stayed on any object the deeper into the geometric layers I could see untill Layer upon Layer architectural wonders were built...vast citys formed in miliseconds, steel guirders stretching to the horizon point replacing the lines....then turning my head it all began building a new universe on the diamod patters emerging from the carpet.
All at once the music stopped and we were left breathless as our illusions crumbled before us...counters beacme counters....carpets became carpets...yet all held a secret only hinted at by the shifting patterns seen on the surface.
12:20am
Nausea grips me and I cant get it out of my head that the melted gel tab material is coating my mouth...aack!
Everyone else has gone into the room across the hall to drink with some friends the room next door. I stayed here to take a shower and brush the yellow slime i was convinced coated my mouth away. I can still sink into objects with my brain but the moment is over, and it doesnt feel right, in fact it gets kind of annoying everytime I catch myself staring into a landscape only to realize its the shower wall. Its seems to take hours to scrub the sweat from my body and in the end I give up and crawl out and into a clean towel. I feel like a failure in hygiene school, hot water made me sweat more and cold water just slid over the imagined slime. Brushing my teeth though is wonderfull....refreshing....i feel like im shedding my yellow slime incrusted self and being reborn. I dress in the clothes I had packed for the next day and emerge victorious...happy and satisfied with the world. To an empty house...no music...no TV...the door has been locked...Where the hell is everyone?
Where is the party?
1:40am
I go next door to look for everyone and bang on the door thinking im surprisingly sober for only having dropped a few hours ago. One of J and Ks friends answers the door half asleep and informs me that everyone went to a party across town 30mins ago when our other friend showed up with his car.
Grrrrrr......My head turns into a boiling red ball..
What the Fuck....
J & Ks friend invites me in and we talk for about an hour about tripping and life and such as we smoke some more cones of the local greenery. During this time I am starting to see a change in the constant OEVs I have been having....things are starting to lose depth....I still see growing patterns but they now appear to be fractals stretching fingers out from one surface to the next untill I look away and banish them. So J & Ks friend doesnt waste any time he just comes out with it..."K told me you have hits left, you wanna sell some...or trade for some Tweak?"
I had never done tweak and almost no one will admit to doing it on the east coast so I thougt hey, heres my chance. I traded him the last 5 hits for a bag...So now that he has the shit hes like.....ummm....ok...im going over to my GFs house.
Alone again.
3:00am
I go back to J & Ks room chop down this 'Tweak'
It looks waxy and slightly discolored and im thinking i might have gotten screwed. Once its all chopped up it makes 2 lines the length and thickness of my pinkie. Not knowing how much I should do because of inexperience and the acid thats in me I blow up half of it. And a second later clutch my nose screaming as sweat breaks out all over my body. The first thought that popped into my head was "this is the greatest I have ever felt....EVER..." Things seemed to move at a snails pace, I was fast, i was happy but mostly I was competent, everything I did I did with skill and ease. I cleaned the entire house, I danced in the kitchen, I talked to myself outloud about the weirdness I had felt earlier and decided I was a genius to recognize such social patterns. Before my eyes threads of social positioning unwound from posturing attempts to be "That guy" for your friends and realization hit me like a brick.
4:30am
I blast the other line welcoming the burn, and grab my pen. Over the next hours I proceded to write out as many of the fragmented ideas as I could catch with my pen. By the end it turned into a dissertation on social deconstruction and the posative effect it could have on the world.
I fell asleep hours later after watching a magnificent sunrise, truly believing that I had learned something the night before.
I would cry 
all in all, excellent and well detailed trip report.
