Fried Man
Bluelighter
In august of 2002, I was lucky enough to try MDA. I had obtained 2 sunshine pills a.k.a.(Sunflower, Wheel, Zodiac) and was plannin on droppin' at a rave. All I was told by the dealer was that they were really strong pills of MDMA. So I go to the rave thinking i'm taking MDMA. This, I thought, would be my second time trying MDMA.
I go to the rave with a few friends and drop two pills at once around 11:30. I chill in the main room, dancing a little, talking to people, basicly waiting for the pills to kick in. The only worry that goes through my mind is whether the pills are bunk or not. (Last pills I took were meth, which was an awesome time, but I really wanted MDMA this time.) No thoughts about dying or PMA in the pills. I has a good mindset.
After about 45 minutes, the pills hit me pretty hard. I think I was near the dance floor, but I don't exactly remember where I was when it hit me. I remember the night in sections.
-I remember feeling my heart beating really loud, it wasn't incredibly fast, but just beating loud.
-The lights were incredible. Even better than on MDMA, everything was so bright and left huge trails.
-I remember trying to dance and feeling goofy/embarresed. This has never happened to me before, as I have always been confidence with my dancing. Being embarresed, I sat down somewhere and noticed I was sweating alot!
-I went to cool down and got water from the bathroom. I couldn't focus on the faucets because of major eye wiggles. Also more eye wiggles than MDMA.
-Some people say MDA is more speedy, but I was floored the whole night. Maybe because everything was very overwhelming.
So after trying to dance, sweating, getting water, and then sitting down, things started to get really overwhelming. I think three factors contributed to this.
1) Music. There was some hardcore, gabber dark shit playing as I started to comeup, which totally sent me in the wrong direction.
2)Lack of friends. As each one of my friends (there were three of them) started coming up on the pills, we all seemed to get separated and lost for a short while. This made me feel lonely for a bit, and made me realise, next time I do MDMA, make sure I bring a girl I can hang out with the whole night.
3)Nausia. I hadn't ate anything past noon time that day to prevent nausia from the pills. Well, I has some nausia anyways. Luckily, there was no food in my stomach, so I just dry-heaved. I tried to avoid throwing up, which I think made everything more overwhelming. As the nausia got worse, Things just got creepy. I just saw a lot of fuckin' weird people around, it's like my attention was drawn to them and I couldn't turn away. Never at any point was I tweaking out, huddling and crying in the corner, or running around the club like mad. It was intense at first, very intense. But I felt I could handle myself. I just was concentrating on not throwing up. The more I fought it, the worse it got. So I finally just accepted it and dry-heaved. Got over it and felt better.
So with the nausia gone and a new DJ on with some better music, things started to get better. I was cooling off on the side of the dancefloor somewhere when the most amazign girl came up to me. She was on mushrooms and was beautiful. She was very funny and the whole moment was very awkward. I thought her touching me was the most incredible thing ever. I spent some time with her for a bit and my night got a whole lot better. So she finally ventered off and I went to go find my friends. When I did find my friends, I felt such great relief. My night gets choppy again from here on.
-I remember having people walk by me and give me light shows. They would give some tacit nod and then work their magic which I thought was amazing.
-This gay guy sat me down and started giving me a massage, which kinda confused me at first. Being a straight guy, I was confused on whether to accept the pleasure I was feeling from this guy that was massaging me. Well,he didn't put any gay moves on me or anything, just tried to heighten my high which I thought was so awesome too. I was also too fucked up to even begin to refuse a massage from a guy because I thought it would make me gay. He then introduced me to these incredible girls who made my night even better. The experience made me more accepting and less homophobic too. I got a kick out of watching gay people at the club, because they seemed to be having the most fun.
-The whole night, I thought the whole vibe of the club was very fake and everything seemed cheesy. No empathy or unified feelings like MDMA. I wasn't really happy the whole time like I am on MDMA. The experience was enjoyable, but very intense at first. I thought certain things were incredible and the smallest things like someone commenting on my shirt had great meaning to me. But I had a lack of empathy and self esteem. Kind of a small ego-loss experience. The whole rave just felt fake to. Watching candy kids being all goofy and thugs trying to be thugs was very funny to me. I felt like the whole thing was meaningless.
-The peak didn't seem to last long, 1.5 to 2 hours. Once my peak wore off, I felt immediatly sober. I found out later I was still fucked up after I left the club, (which was at around 4:00 am) But my mental mindstate felt sober. Lights were still superbright and awesome to look at and I was hallucinating when I got out of the club.
On the car ride home, I would stare at the back of the seat, and it would morph into animated cartoons. I remember seeing some ninja turtles fighting. I remember also looking at the digital clock in the car and seeing the red numbers change into thin red lasers that danced to the music that was playing in the car. The music in the car ride was turned off eventually, but I could still hear music very clearly. I would hear different music in the sound of the road, or a truck rumbling by.
Certain aspects of the trip that differed from MDMA:
-The lack of empathy I felt. Little self esteem and not ultra happy.
-I had a more trippy mindset. I would think about things more, more introspective and deeper thoughts than on MDMA. Felt more fucked up too.
-Hallucinations. Greater visual and auditory hallucinations. I get virtually no hallucinations
on MDMA.
All in all, I have always wanted to try MDA, and was glad that I have experienced it. Even though it is similar to MDMA, it would have been helpful to know what I was taking, because I think one has to be more mentally stable to take MDA. It is a powerful drug. And two pills was probably too much for me. But I lived and loved it.
[ 07 November 2002: Message edited by: Fried Man ]
I go to the rave with a few friends and drop two pills at once around 11:30. I chill in the main room, dancing a little, talking to people, basicly waiting for the pills to kick in. The only worry that goes through my mind is whether the pills are bunk or not. (Last pills I took were meth, which was an awesome time, but I really wanted MDMA this time.) No thoughts about dying or PMA in the pills. I has a good mindset.
After about 45 minutes, the pills hit me pretty hard. I think I was near the dance floor, but I don't exactly remember where I was when it hit me. I remember the night in sections.
-I remember feeling my heart beating really loud, it wasn't incredibly fast, but just beating loud.
-The lights were incredible. Even better than on MDMA, everything was so bright and left huge trails.
-I remember trying to dance and feeling goofy/embarresed. This has never happened to me before, as I have always been confidence with my dancing. Being embarresed, I sat down somewhere and noticed I was sweating alot!
-I went to cool down and got water from the bathroom. I couldn't focus on the faucets because of major eye wiggles. Also more eye wiggles than MDMA.
-Some people say MDA is more speedy, but I was floored the whole night. Maybe because everything was very overwhelming.
So after trying to dance, sweating, getting water, and then sitting down, things started to get really overwhelming. I think three factors contributed to this.
1) Music. There was some hardcore, gabber dark shit playing as I started to comeup, which totally sent me in the wrong direction.
2)Lack of friends. As each one of my friends (there were three of them) started coming up on the pills, we all seemed to get separated and lost for a short while. This made me feel lonely for a bit, and made me realise, next time I do MDMA, make sure I bring a girl I can hang out with the whole night.
3)Nausia. I hadn't ate anything past noon time that day to prevent nausia from the pills. Well, I has some nausia anyways. Luckily, there was no food in my stomach, so I just dry-heaved. I tried to avoid throwing up, which I think made everything more overwhelming. As the nausia got worse, Things just got creepy. I just saw a lot of fuckin' weird people around, it's like my attention was drawn to them and I couldn't turn away. Never at any point was I tweaking out, huddling and crying in the corner, or running around the club like mad. It was intense at first, very intense. But I felt I could handle myself. I just was concentrating on not throwing up. The more I fought it, the worse it got. So I finally just accepted it and dry-heaved. Got over it and felt better.
So with the nausia gone and a new DJ on with some better music, things started to get better. I was cooling off on the side of the dancefloor somewhere when the most amazign girl came up to me. She was on mushrooms and was beautiful. She was very funny and the whole moment was very awkward. I thought her touching me was the most incredible thing ever. I spent some time with her for a bit and my night got a whole lot better. So she finally ventered off and I went to go find my friends. When I did find my friends, I felt such great relief. My night gets choppy again from here on.
-I remember having people walk by me and give me light shows. They would give some tacit nod and then work their magic which I thought was amazing.
-This gay guy sat me down and started giving me a massage, which kinda confused me at first. Being a straight guy, I was confused on whether to accept the pleasure I was feeling from this guy that was massaging me. Well,he didn't put any gay moves on me or anything, just tried to heighten my high which I thought was so awesome too. I was also too fucked up to even begin to refuse a massage from a guy because I thought it would make me gay. He then introduced me to these incredible girls who made my night even better. The experience made me more accepting and less homophobic too. I got a kick out of watching gay people at the club, because they seemed to be having the most fun.
-The whole night, I thought the whole vibe of the club was very fake and everything seemed cheesy. No empathy or unified feelings like MDMA. I wasn't really happy the whole time like I am on MDMA. The experience was enjoyable, but very intense at first. I thought certain things were incredible and the smallest things like someone commenting on my shirt had great meaning to me. But I had a lack of empathy and self esteem. Kind of a small ego-loss experience. The whole rave just felt fake to. Watching candy kids being all goofy and thugs trying to be thugs was very funny to me. I felt like the whole thing was meaningless.
-The peak didn't seem to last long, 1.5 to 2 hours. Once my peak wore off, I felt immediatly sober. I found out later I was still fucked up after I left the club, (which was at around 4:00 am) But my mental mindstate felt sober. Lights were still superbright and awesome to look at and I was hallucinating when I got out of the club.
On the car ride home, I would stare at the back of the seat, and it would morph into animated cartoons. I remember seeing some ninja turtles fighting. I remember also looking at the digital clock in the car and seeing the red numbers change into thin red lasers that danced to the music that was playing in the car. The music in the car ride was turned off eventually, but I could still hear music very clearly. I would hear different music in the sound of the road, or a truck rumbling by.
Certain aspects of the trip that differed from MDMA:
-The lack of empathy I felt. Little self esteem and not ultra happy.
-I had a more trippy mindset. I would think about things more, more introspective and deeper thoughts than on MDMA. Felt more fucked up too.
-Hallucinations. Greater visual and auditory hallucinations. I get virtually no hallucinations
on MDMA.
All in all, I have always wanted to try MDA, and was glad that I have experienced it. Even though it is similar to MDMA, it would have been helpful to know what I was taking, because I think one has to be more mentally stable to take MDA. It is a powerful drug. And two pills was probably too much for me. But I lived and loved it.
[ 07 November 2002: Message edited by: Fried Man ]
