matdontbounce
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I just happened to find this report while clearing my out my computer (that sounds dodgy, it isn't) and thought I'd post it! Its quite long, sorry!
It took place at a music festival in a very picturesque scenario full of chilled out and cool people, unlike the big and unfriendly corporate ones filled with "lads" in straw hats drinking copious amounts of lager and engaging in "banter". Anyway, on we go.
There were about 8 of us camping together with all but one on something other than booze. Me, X, M and B took hits of acid at around 6pm, I can't speak for the rest of their usage but I hadn't drank on this day just smoked several joints. Anyway we all took the hits and talked about who we planned on going to see play. Myself, another friend who we'll call C and another who we'll call S (it seems like alot of initials to remember but only C & S are important at the moment) ended up going off together and larking about taking in the festival atmosphere, C and S weren't tripping but both had been smoking and drinking, S doesn't smoke or handle his drink very well but C was fine.
At some point we got separated from S for a while and me and C bonded over this period having only just met in the past few months, although he probably thought I was a gibbering fool at this point as I was taking delight in reading the Guide from a Guardian paper, but hey its a funny publication. We smoked a few more spliffs in a discreet manner and then thought we should find S who had been roaming the fields in a drunken manner on his own for quite some time. We eventually stumbled across him recounting tales of how he had got into college to some slightly scared looking girls and we sheperded him away to safety, this was to be recurring theme throughout the night apart from a suspicious few hours when again he was absent.
At this point it was time for the second to last act on the main stage, a rather famous reggae band minus a leading figure. So we headed over to the stage and got right to the front. I was contently thinking away in my own headspace at all the different people and things that were happening around me while we waited for the band to come on. I remember constantly turning around to admire the sea of faces and sparkly reflections that were behind me made even better by the natural ampitheater that the main stage was situated in, the whole scene was slightly warping as well, almost like the swell of the sea. Then the band came on and it was incredibly moving and uplifting, especially when I was raised onto my friend C's shoulders, he's a tall guy as well so I thought I was going into space or a ship floating on the swell of the crowd that was skanking away below me.
The band ended and I felt like smoking another spliff so we ventured out to a table where I rolled up and a very drunk S was ranting on again, sort of killing my buzz but I just thought, "hey he's achieved something he was very excited about I should be happy for him and share his joy, man" So I did until he knocked my weed off the table. Even in my euphoric state that was very annoying and it angered me, all previous thoughts of empathy left and I channeled hate towards him for around 5 minutes using my hate-thought beam I thought I had. Me and C were getting on great, and kept having jokes at S' expense which cheered me up considerably, it might sound bitter and a bit cruel but you'd have to meet S to understand...
The headline act at this point were coming on so we headed back into the ocean, which had now turned into more of a still body of water and we created ripples through it like a boat on a lake. I didn't really know anything about this band so wasn't that bothered about seeing them but the atmosphere was too good to miss and S' brother had hyped them up a lot to us. There was less of the relaxed and cheerful dancing from the previous act but it wasn't threatening and being able to jump about was lots of fun. For the final song- I think it was the final song- they brought out a huge disco ball. So naturally I was transfixed and there was almost a religious moment as everyone stood in unison looking at these people on the stage playing away. When they had ended we left to roll another joint with the weed I'd salvaged from the floor.
At this point I think I was 5 hours into the trip and was having a ball. We were sat in a dark, warm tent with some acoustic music being played rolling spliff after spliff and just having a good time. But we were politely asked to go smoke outside realising our error and after apologising we left and headed out again to see what was occuring, at some point we lost S but neither cared he was just being a stupid drunk at this point.
This was when we found the Nitrous! There was a dirty but happy looking guy bobbing away at the back of the dance tent with a balloon on a stick. Zoom. Straight over to him. Bought 3 balloons and did them consecutively outside where there were these big towers projecting patterns and lights on the floor. I was able to trascend my trip with my mind, experiencing the different levels of it and for a brief moment went completely sober, or at least felt like it, and then sank back into
my chemically enhanced mind. The contrast of doing that was fantastic and the deep vibrations from the speakers in the dance tent made giggle with excitement.
We went back in and danced our faces off for a period of time that I cannot recall, but at an estimate I'd say it was now 2am on Sunday morning, not at all tired, but losing the effects of the acid I thought. We smoked again and while outside came across S who was still drunk and upset about something to do with his brother getting lost. We agreed to help find him, but it turned out he had already been found, or something.
We then decided to head to the bar now that I thought I'd finished with the acid. We had a few pints, then a few Jaegerbombs and then something very odd that S brought back which he said was coffee, ice, jaeger, mint and whiskey. We drank it anyway and walked back towards the tents, on the way back I had to stop and wretch- that last drink was foul, there was a great moment (for me at least) when the moon had illuminated the grass and it looked so smooth and pleasantly dry, it was brilliant to glide along with your feet and I said to C, "C the ground feels like chocolate, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel JUST like chocolate!" Chocolate was the only adjective I felt fit. By now it was around 4am Sunday morning by rough guestimate.
X and her friend were sat by the tents, X having taken acid and her friend being the only non-drug taker in the group. I sat down with X and we talked about how the night had gone. She said she had seen a bleeding freezer and her mum when she was her age. "Erm cool..." We just lay down together looking at the sky and then sunlight creeping up and making all different shades of purple and red. I had thought my trip was finished at this point, but I noticed the clouds surface had taken on a pattern consisting of millions of convex (is that the right word?) domes, like the bottom of a Coke can all placed together.
There was also a time when a flock of birds flew over and I was able to keep looping over just one bird flying over me again and again and again. I drifted off into a strange state where I had a vision of a man, about 30ish, taking a huge hit of acid, and just dropping out. I thought hell, this guys a loser, all he lives for is to take drugs, no family, no partner nothing, just him and the drugs. Then I realised "Holy shit! That's ME!?" This scared me, I enjoy taking drugs (most of the time...) but it wasn't the be all and end all of my existence, each to their own, but I wanted more. Sorry if I'm insulting anyone with that critique of a lifestyle. That made me determined not to just fuck about anymore, I had been gliding through my Year 12 exams and it was time to sharpen up for Year 13.
I eventually fell asleep with Sunday Morning by the Velvet Underground looping through my head.
Sunday morning
Praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
It took place at a music festival in a very picturesque scenario full of chilled out and cool people, unlike the big and unfriendly corporate ones filled with "lads" in straw hats drinking copious amounts of lager and engaging in "banter". Anyway, on we go.
There were about 8 of us camping together with all but one on something other than booze. Me, X, M and B took hits of acid at around 6pm, I can't speak for the rest of their usage but I hadn't drank on this day just smoked several joints. Anyway we all took the hits and talked about who we planned on going to see play. Myself, another friend who we'll call C and another who we'll call S (it seems like alot of initials to remember but only C & S are important at the moment) ended up going off together and larking about taking in the festival atmosphere, C and S weren't tripping but both had been smoking and drinking, S doesn't smoke or handle his drink very well but C was fine.
At some point we got separated from S for a while and me and C bonded over this period having only just met in the past few months, although he probably thought I was a gibbering fool at this point as I was taking delight in reading the Guide from a Guardian paper, but hey its a funny publication. We smoked a few more spliffs in a discreet manner and then thought we should find S who had been roaming the fields in a drunken manner on his own for quite some time. We eventually stumbled across him recounting tales of how he had got into college to some slightly scared looking girls and we sheperded him away to safety, this was to be recurring theme throughout the night apart from a suspicious few hours when again he was absent.
At this point it was time for the second to last act on the main stage, a rather famous reggae band minus a leading figure. So we headed over to the stage and got right to the front. I was contently thinking away in my own headspace at all the different people and things that were happening around me while we waited for the band to come on. I remember constantly turning around to admire the sea of faces and sparkly reflections that were behind me made even better by the natural ampitheater that the main stage was situated in, the whole scene was slightly warping as well, almost like the swell of the sea. Then the band came on and it was incredibly moving and uplifting, especially when I was raised onto my friend C's shoulders, he's a tall guy as well so I thought I was going into space or a ship floating on the swell of the crowd that was skanking away below me.
The band ended and I felt like smoking another spliff so we ventured out to a table where I rolled up and a very drunk S was ranting on again, sort of killing my buzz but I just thought, "hey he's achieved something he was very excited about I should be happy for him and share his joy, man" So I did until he knocked my weed off the table. Even in my euphoric state that was very annoying and it angered me, all previous thoughts of empathy left and I channeled hate towards him for around 5 minutes using my hate-thought beam I thought I had. Me and C were getting on great, and kept having jokes at S' expense which cheered me up considerably, it might sound bitter and a bit cruel but you'd have to meet S to understand...
The headline act at this point were coming on so we headed back into the ocean, which had now turned into more of a still body of water and we created ripples through it like a boat on a lake. I didn't really know anything about this band so wasn't that bothered about seeing them but the atmosphere was too good to miss and S' brother had hyped them up a lot to us. There was less of the relaxed and cheerful dancing from the previous act but it wasn't threatening and being able to jump about was lots of fun. For the final song- I think it was the final song- they brought out a huge disco ball. So naturally I was transfixed and there was almost a religious moment as everyone stood in unison looking at these people on the stage playing away. When they had ended we left to roll another joint with the weed I'd salvaged from the floor.
At this point I think I was 5 hours into the trip and was having a ball. We were sat in a dark, warm tent with some acoustic music being played rolling spliff after spliff and just having a good time. But we were politely asked to go smoke outside realising our error and after apologising we left and headed out again to see what was occuring, at some point we lost S but neither cared he was just being a stupid drunk at this point.
This was when we found the Nitrous! There was a dirty but happy looking guy bobbing away at the back of the dance tent with a balloon on a stick. Zoom. Straight over to him. Bought 3 balloons and did them consecutively outside where there were these big towers projecting patterns and lights on the floor. I was able to trascend my trip with my mind, experiencing the different levels of it and for a brief moment went completely sober, or at least felt like it, and then sank back into
my chemically enhanced mind. The contrast of doing that was fantastic and the deep vibrations from the speakers in the dance tent made giggle with excitement.
We went back in and danced our faces off for a period of time that I cannot recall, but at an estimate I'd say it was now 2am on Sunday morning, not at all tired, but losing the effects of the acid I thought. We smoked again and while outside came across S who was still drunk and upset about something to do with his brother getting lost. We agreed to help find him, but it turned out he had already been found, or something.
We then decided to head to the bar now that I thought I'd finished with the acid. We had a few pints, then a few Jaegerbombs and then something very odd that S brought back which he said was coffee, ice, jaeger, mint and whiskey. We drank it anyway and walked back towards the tents, on the way back I had to stop and wretch- that last drink was foul, there was a great moment (for me at least) when the moon had illuminated the grass and it looked so smooth and pleasantly dry, it was brilliant to glide along with your feet and I said to C, "C the ground feels like chocolate, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel JUST like chocolate!" Chocolate was the only adjective I felt fit. By now it was around 4am Sunday morning by rough guestimate.
X and her friend were sat by the tents, X having taken acid and her friend being the only non-drug taker in the group. I sat down with X and we talked about how the night had gone. She said she had seen a bleeding freezer and her mum when she was her age. "Erm cool..." We just lay down together looking at the sky and then sunlight creeping up and making all different shades of purple and red. I had thought my trip was finished at this point, but I noticed the clouds surface had taken on a pattern consisting of millions of convex (is that the right word?) domes, like the bottom of a Coke can all placed together.
There was also a time when a flock of birds flew over and I was able to keep looping over just one bird flying over me again and again and again. I drifted off into a strange state where I had a vision of a man, about 30ish, taking a huge hit of acid, and just dropping out. I thought hell, this guys a loser, all he lives for is to take drugs, no family, no partner nothing, just him and the drugs. Then I realised "Holy shit! That's ME!?" This scared me, I enjoy taking drugs (most of the time...) but it wasn't the be all and end all of my existence, each to their own, but I wanted more. Sorry if I'm insulting anyone with that critique of a lifestyle. That made me determined not to just fuck about anymore, I had been gliding through my Year 12 exams and it was time to sharpen up for Year 13.
I eventually fell asleep with Sunday Morning by the Velvet Underground looping through my head.
Sunday morning
Praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
