spaceroach
Bluelighter
WARNING:
There is nothing cool or smart about ingesting 3 friggin grams of MDMA. My judgement at the time was impaired, increasingly so over time (details to follow). Probably if I hadn't developed a fairly high tolerance taking some a couple times earlier that week I would have ended up in the hospital. Don't try this at home kids.
Continuing on.
I started by eating 300mg around 5pm, with a 200mg chaser about 40 minutes thereafter. This stuff was probably 25% cut/filler. I was experiencing a pretty standard roll, but it mostly faded away after about 2 or 3 hours. I then decided to do another 200mg insufflated to bring me back up, but (of course) I didn't feel any higher. It seems it was at this point I forgot how MDMA works, how the high changes. In fact, though I was sure I was quite lucid, reality was quite different from my perception.
The redosing continued, mostly insufflated. Though there was little improvement in the high, and increasingly short lived, I began to notice other effects... one memory I vividly recall was the light on the smoke detector on my ceiling (a little green LED) crawling around on my ceiling. Also I was having hallucinatory issues with depth perception - things would seem closer than they really were, or farther. A tree I was looking at through the window, some of the branches actually appeared closer than the window itself, for example.
But wait, there's more. As I kept on my foolhardy mission to honk as much of this shit up my schnozz as possible, still the high didn't improve, but (this I remember hazily but was reconstructed anecdotally) I became increasingly out of touch with reality. The following was recounted to me:
"You came into the living room and started unzipping the cover off the couch cushion. I asked you what you were doing, you said 'I'm looking for my crystal vase (note: I don't own a crystal vase and never have).' I asked you why a crystal vase would be in the couch, and you stopped, went blank, looked confused and said, 'I don't know', walking away with the cushion."
I vaguely remember taking apart the couch, but not the conversation at all. I have never experienced such vivid hallucination (and I do more than my share of LSD & shrooms), nor am I particularly prone to such bizarre behavior under the influence of pretty much anything. But clearly I'd battered my brain to the point I could no longer tell reality from my imagination. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful; I pretty much got stuck browsing Stumbleupon and listening to Infected Mushroom until I was able to sleep.
Long story short: I did way too much drugs and was completely retarded on them without even knowing it, I put my health at risk, and wasted a lot of decent molly. Needless to say, I'm gonna put the heavy drugs on the backburner for a couple months lest I fry my brain even worse. Incidentally I recovered completely within 24 hours, though I was sure to load up on multivitamins and 5-htp every day this week. So yeah, what I did? Don't.
*Note: I just remembered too, a got a couple of the dreaded "brain zaps" over the course of the night.
There is nothing cool or smart about ingesting 3 friggin grams of MDMA. My judgement at the time was impaired, increasingly so over time (details to follow). Probably if I hadn't developed a fairly high tolerance taking some a couple times earlier that week I would have ended up in the hospital. Don't try this at home kids.
Continuing on.
I started by eating 300mg around 5pm, with a 200mg chaser about 40 minutes thereafter. This stuff was probably 25% cut/filler. I was experiencing a pretty standard roll, but it mostly faded away after about 2 or 3 hours. I then decided to do another 200mg insufflated to bring me back up, but (of course) I didn't feel any higher. It seems it was at this point I forgot how MDMA works, how the high changes. In fact, though I was sure I was quite lucid, reality was quite different from my perception.
The redosing continued, mostly insufflated. Though there was little improvement in the high, and increasingly short lived, I began to notice other effects... one memory I vividly recall was the light on the smoke detector on my ceiling (a little green LED) crawling around on my ceiling. Also I was having hallucinatory issues with depth perception - things would seem closer than they really were, or farther. A tree I was looking at through the window, some of the branches actually appeared closer than the window itself, for example.
But wait, there's more. As I kept on my foolhardy mission to honk as much of this shit up my schnozz as possible, still the high didn't improve, but (this I remember hazily but was reconstructed anecdotally) I became increasingly out of touch with reality. The following was recounted to me:
"You came into the living room and started unzipping the cover off the couch cushion. I asked you what you were doing, you said 'I'm looking for my crystal vase (note: I don't own a crystal vase and never have).' I asked you why a crystal vase would be in the couch, and you stopped, went blank, looked confused and said, 'I don't know', walking away with the cushion."
I vaguely remember taking apart the couch, but not the conversation at all. I have never experienced such vivid hallucination (and I do more than my share of LSD & shrooms), nor am I particularly prone to such bizarre behavior under the influence of pretty much anything. But clearly I'd battered my brain to the point I could no longer tell reality from my imagination. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful; I pretty much got stuck browsing Stumbleupon and listening to Infected Mushroom until I was able to sleep.
Long story short: I did way too much drugs and was completely retarded on them without even knowing it, I put my health at risk, and wasted a lot of decent molly. Needless to say, I'm gonna put the heavy drugs on the backburner for a couple months lest I fry my brain even worse. Incidentally I recovered completely within 24 hours, though I was sure to load up on multivitamins and 5-htp every day this week. So yeah, what I did? Don't.
*Note: I just remembered too, a got a couple of the dreaded "brain zaps" over the course of the night.
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At least you understand that taking that much MDMA is a disaster.
