NoodleGurl
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MDA - Not every experienced - too strong, too long.
Ok, so I started rolling around August of 2000. I had tried MDA before, in these little green Chanels. I had a good time, until I got TOO high and started seeing weird visuals [my boyfriends face was changing as he was spinning glowsticks. This was fine, until it looked like he was wearing an evil looking metal mask, then it was enough]. That was only the third time I rolled, though, and I'd never hallucinated before. I still have never done LSD or shrooms, or any hallucinogen. Now, after rolling several times after that, and having different types of experiences and mild visuals that weren't frightening, we still had some Chanels left. We knew these were strong, and were saving them for a special occassion. I figured we'd have an awesome night, and that this time, I could handle the trippiness. Here's how our evening went.
9:30 My boyfriend and I both swallow a double-stack tulip, we believe it to be MDMA as we witnessed a friend getting all happy off it just the night before. In the meantime, we just sit around.
10:15 MDMA high hits me like a freight train. No warning. Eyes roll back. I'm floored. Whoo. Yeah. Waiting for a REAL good high if this is how I feel already.
10:30 Well, apparently that was the peak. I feel myself coming down already. Its wearing off pretty quick, I've never had E come down this quick. My boyfriend has no effects, and seems a lil agitated at that.
11:00 What, I'm sober already? Can this be? Boyfriend is still feeling nothing. We hop in his car and go back to his place (3 minutes, we live close to one another). We linger here. Still nothing, both of us are completely sober.
11:30-11:45 We decide to do the Chanel. We drop them, then drive back to my place.
around 12:00pm - 12:15 until 2am. I don't really know what happened here. Suddenly, we are both incredibly physically high. I think a large portion of time was spent on the couch going "whew", cuz we're so goddamn high. Eyes are like saucers. I put on music. The cd player counter looks like its reading out words, instead of the cd time. My boyfriend does not want to be touched. I'm hot. I take off all my clothes. Then I'm cold. Neither of us are talking much at all, we're both just kindof in our own little world. Very spacey-stony. For a split second, everything is good. "Wow, I feel like a golden wave just washed over me" I said to him. That feeling soon disappears.
2:00am - We decide to go for a walk. Its a little calmer. I feel very detached. "I feel like I'm walking with someone else's feet" I say. We go back inside. Time is dragging its feet. 10 minutes seems like an hour. Single songs seem to play for 30 minutes.
2:20am - My boyfriend expresses anxiety at his upped heart rate. It's beating VERY fast. He says he's tired of this, he's ready to come down now. He's physically drained. Neither of us know if we're happy or sad, we're just HIGH. We've barely spoken in two hours. I suggest a shower. So we shower, but neither of us feel much better. We try to go to bed to sleep it off.
3:30 We're lying in bed, the lights are off. My thoughts are racing, and make no sense. I try to calm down, but can't calm down my mind. He startles me by moving. I look at his hand. It suddenly looks like rotten meat, and falls away. I look at him. His face begins distorting. His nose looks huge, and puffy. His eyes sink, his skin looks dark and blotchy. His ears look turned over, he looks horrible. I know its just the drug. I stare into his face, looking for the beautiful face I know. I cannot find it, and this scares me. I bury my head in the pillow and ask him to turn on the light.
3:30am-6:am We spend the next few hours in fitful non-sleep. We're both still incredibly body-high. My mental high is still going, but nothing more than non-coherant thoughts running at a pace faster than I'd like. When I do sleep, its a frustrating dream loop that I'm trapped in. I pick my head up and look at the walls. I see flourescent scribbling: pink vertical scribbles, yellow cross hatching, green stripes. I close my eyes and open them again, they're still there. I try to go back to sleep, mind still racing.
7:00am. I get out of bed and turn on the TV. Its light now, and I'm feeling a little more normal. I can't do much, can't think much, and force myself to eat half a bowl of corn pops. I feel a little better.
9am My boyfriend finally wakes up. He said I look like hell. I look in the mirror, and nearly scare myself. Sunken eyes, no color, huge pupils, very mussed hair. We spend the rest of the day planted on the couch, watching TV, totally drained, unable to do anything else. My eyes are still big later on that afternoon. I manage to eat a little and drink a little. I take 5htp for the few days.
7am the NEXT morning: I wake up, only to see light visuals. Lights hanging from the ceiling in a web-type pattern. I groan, close my eyes, and look again. Still there. I go back to sleep. Yes folks, this was a full day and a half later.
Both of us were fine by Monday. I don't know if this was an exceptionally large dose of MDA or what the deal is, but both our experiences were very negative, with a body high that lasted far too long [a good 6 hours of PEAK high] and that wasn't in our control, and with visuals that I wasn't prepared to handle. Maybe if you like to trip, MDA is good, but this just wasn't what I wanted to experience. Sorry for the long winded post, and thanks for reading.
[title edited -mash]
[ 24 August 2002: Message edited by: masheadatronic ]
Ok, so I started rolling around August of 2000. I had tried MDA before, in these little green Chanels. I had a good time, until I got TOO high and started seeing weird visuals [my boyfriends face was changing as he was spinning glowsticks. This was fine, until it looked like he was wearing an evil looking metal mask, then it was enough]. That was only the third time I rolled, though, and I'd never hallucinated before. I still have never done LSD or shrooms, or any hallucinogen. Now, after rolling several times after that, and having different types of experiences and mild visuals that weren't frightening, we still had some Chanels left. We knew these were strong, and were saving them for a special occassion. I figured we'd have an awesome night, and that this time, I could handle the trippiness. Here's how our evening went.
9:30 My boyfriend and I both swallow a double-stack tulip, we believe it to be MDMA as we witnessed a friend getting all happy off it just the night before. In the meantime, we just sit around.
10:15 MDMA high hits me like a freight train. No warning. Eyes roll back. I'm floored. Whoo. Yeah. Waiting for a REAL good high if this is how I feel already.
10:30 Well, apparently that was the peak. I feel myself coming down already. Its wearing off pretty quick, I've never had E come down this quick. My boyfriend has no effects, and seems a lil agitated at that.
11:00 What, I'm sober already? Can this be? Boyfriend is still feeling nothing. We hop in his car and go back to his place (3 minutes, we live close to one another). We linger here. Still nothing, both of us are completely sober.
11:30-11:45 We decide to do the Chanel. We drop them, then drive back to my place.
around 12:00pm - 12:15 until 2am. I don't really know what happened here. Suddenly, we are both incredibly physically high. I think a large portion of time was spent on the couch going "whew", cuz we're so goddamn high. Eyes are like saucers. I put on music. The cd player counter looks like its reading out words, instead of the cd time. My boyfriend does not want to be touched. I'm hot. I take off all my clothes. Then I'm cold. Neither of us are talking much at all, we're both just kindof in our own little world. Very spacey-stony. For a split second, everything is good. "Wow, I feel like a golden wave just washed over me" I said to him. That feeling soon disappears.
2:00am - We decide to go for a walk. Its a little calmer. I feel very detached. "I feel like I'm walking with someone else's feet" I say. We go back inside. Time is dragging its feet. 10 minutes seems like an hour. Single songs seem to play for 30 minutes.
2:20am - My boyfriend expresses anxiety at his upped heart rate. It's beating VERY fast. He says he's tired of this, he's ready to come down now. He's physically drained. Neither of us know if we're happy or sad, we're just HIGH. We've barely spoken in two hours. I suggest a shower. So we shower, but neither of us feel much better. We try to go to bed to sleep it off.
3:30 We're lying in bed, the lights are off. My thoughts are racing, and make no sense. I try to calm down, but can't calm down my mind. He startles me by moving. I look at his hand. It suddenly looks like rotten meat, and falls away. I look at him. His face begins distorting. His nose looks huge, and puffy. His eyes sink, his skin looks dark and blotchy. His ears look turned over, he looks horrible. I know its just the drug. I stare into his face, looking for the beautiful face I know. I cannot find it, and this scares me. I bury my head in the pillow and ask him to turn on the light.
3:30am-6:am We spend the next few hours in fitful non-sleep. We're both still incredibly body-high. My mental high is still going, but nothing more than non-coherant thoughts running at a pace faster than I'd like. When I do sleep, its a frustrating dream loop that I'm trapped in. I pick my head up and look at the walls. I see flourescent scribbling: pink vertical scribbles, yellow cross hatching, green stripes. I close my eyes and open them again, they're still there. I try to go back to sleep, mind still racing.
7:00am. I get out of bed and turn on the TV. Its light now, and I'm feeling a little more normal. I can't do much, can't think much, and force myself to eat half a bowl of corn pops. I feel a little better.
9am My boyfriend finally wakes up. He said I look like hell. I look in the mirror, and nearly scare myself. Sunken eyes, no color, huge pupils, very mussed hair. We spend the rest of the day planted on the couch, watching TV, totally drained, unable to do anything else. My eyes are still big later on that afternoon. I manage to eat a little and drink a little. I take 5htp for the few days.
7am the NEXT morning: I wake up, only to see light visuals. Lights hanging from the ceiling in a web-type pattern. I groan, close my eyes, and look again. Still there. I go back to sleep. Yes folks, this was a full day and a half later.
Both of us were fine by Monday. I don't know if this was an exceptionally large dose of MDA or what the deal is, but both our experiences were very negative, with a body high that lasted far too long [a good 6 hours of PEAK high] and that wasn't in our control, and with visuals that I wasn't prepared to handle. Maybe if you like to trip, MDA is good, but this just wasn't what I wanted to experience. Sorry for the long winded post, and thanks for reading.
[title edited -mash]
[ 24 August 2002: Message edited by: masheadatronic ]
