diegoblunt
Bluelighter
Substances Consumed:
1 x 'White Lips' ecstasy pill (suspected MDMA content)
Approx. 9g of hydroponic B1 cannabis (indica) - and rising as we speak
Time Frame:
Pill consumed at approx. 11:59pm, Friday 23rd January 2004
Report Completed at approx. 11:59pm, Saturday 24th January 2004
Experience:
I'm 19 years old, weighing just 60kg and 5"10' tall. I have relatively poor health (stomach) and am extremely unfit at the moment. I've only been using ecstasy for just over a year, but consider myself a relatively experienced user, having 'rolled' about 25 times since then. I smoke marijuana chronicly everyday and am at University. I use other drugs recreationally, but weed and pills are the only two drugs I use habitually.
My tolerance is relatively low for a regular user however, and 3 pills in one night is definately enough for me. I've only tried MDMA about 5 times and loved it everytime, but also enjoy the 'fucked upness' feelings of MDA and MDxx in large doses. While I feel pretty confident with MDxx, I am pretty new to analysing the MDMA experience and not too familiar with its unique qualities. I have never taken vitamin supplements or any pre/post-load material. On 3 occasions I took 5-Htp before dosing, but didn't notice (or expect) any differing results.
I thought I'd share this experience because I only consumed 1 pill, had MDMA at home for the 1st time (I'd had MDxx and MDA at home), smoked a truckload of marijuana throughout and was relatively unmotivated and depressed going into this experience.
The Low Down and Mindset:
My day started at midday without breakfast when a friend came and picked me up to go for a drive in the city. She had 3 biscuits on her; 'white lips', which had tested black within 2 seconds (MDMA) and been quite good on 2 previous occassions for her. However, the previous week she had felt sick when consuming 3 and reckoned she didnt like them anymore. I decided I may aswell take them off her hands and verified the test results in my own lab
The pill was round and reasonably thin, with a deep score on the bottom, bevelled edge on bottom, slight bevelled edge on top and with an indented set of lips. It was slightly off white and had numerous small grey
flecks. Pillreports.com and my own test had led me to believe this would be a great pill, most likely containing a fairly clean dose of MDMA.
I had no real intention of dropping that night (I'm apparently on a break since NYE), but had a very good friend coming down from Newcastle for a day festival and he wanted to 'crash' at my place. I had tentatively planned to see Armen Van Buren play at my favourite Sydney club, but I gave my mate a call and it turned out he had been arrested on the train with 2 pills and a gram or so of chronic 8) and wasn't really keen to pay the cover charge.
My friend left Hornsby police station and arrived at my house at 2pm. Seeing a friend in need, I promptly gave him 2 of the pills and we smoked up a 10 bong mix in about 1/2 hour before he headed off to the event. This was my 1st smoke of the day and and I knew once I had broken the seal there was no turning back, especially when i had to wait around until midnight for my friend to get back.
I spent the day hibernating in my bedroom on BlueLight, smoking cone after cone of B1 chronic and spending my time contemplating whether or not I would drop that night. I decided I would, but lacked any real conviction, will or desire. I only ate a small amount of food throughout the day.
By 10pm I'd smoked about 20 bongs and was feeling spaced, tired, extremely bored and was generally in a bad mood. Over the next 2 hours I only smoked 3 cones and was feeling slightly rejuvenated, had a shower and attempted to put my mind into a space that was conducive to a good roll. I am a very strong believer in the effect mindset has on an experience and I was sceptical of 'rolling' in my mental state. I felt cooped up, having been inside all day and was a dreary, tiring, indica stoned that made me depressive and demotivated.
On to the drugs!
When my friend arrived in an absolutely trashed state, their was no question in my mind that I HAD to drop tonight, and no matter how I was feeling, I would have a great time. I partly psyched myself up by wearing some rave candy and kept it simple, not opting to munch the pill, instead deciding to suck it for a moment, before swallowing it whole with a glass of water at midnight. I always feel very comfortable doing drugs in my apartment (room) and its a visually stimulating, pleasant chill-zone.
I became DJ for a little while as I eagerly anticipated how I would feel and if I was in for a nice ride or not. After 30-40 minutes I thought I felt some slight body feelings, but later disregarded this as placebo. As time wore on, I sat talking to my friend, not caring about what he was saying, but convincing myself that i'd probably wasted a pill and wasn't going to roll from a small dose in my state. The come-up had been subtley present, but not as enhanced as with MDxx and I hadn't felt the usual nausea that is associated with MDMA. At 1:00am I smoked 2 cones and felt nicely buzzed, but it hadn't kicked in the pill as I had hoped.
Peakin':
At about 1:15am I started to get some body rushes, starting in the chest, that steadily and quickly progressed to dizziness and head rushes. I was having difficulty concentrating on what my friend was saying and in 3 minutes I had gone from feeling anxious about not feeling anything, to feeling great! I lay back on the bed, exhaled deeply and informed my friend of my ever increasing state. My palms became very sweaty and my bare feet felt clammy and required constant massaging. I was very hot, jittering a little bit and already feeling very euphoric and empathetic toward my friend who I hadn't seen for a while.
I was very light-headed and at +1:30 began peaking strongly. A very severe (but enjoyable
) case of Nystagmus kicked in and I couldn't really make out my friends face for the next few hours. I went to the bathroom and the change to fluroescent lighting seemed to increase my fuckedness. I felt and looked like Manny from the movie 'Go' when he double dumps the pharm grade cookies and is trippin' out! I already had 'bikkie-mouth' (bitter taste and seedy feel) and this was combined with the usual weed cotton-mouth.
I stumbled back into my bedroom and fell dramatically back onto my bed to absorb the rushes and intense euphoria I was now feeling for my situation. I kept 'high-fiving' my friend, saying: 'oh man, im so fucked, this is so good, thanks for coming round hey.' I was really happy I hadn't gone to Van Buren and was loving the relaxed scenario I was in. I had recently bought 9 large posters that covered my walls and created a pill-poppers paradise. I was experiencing some slight spatial morphing and noticing waves on some walls and the computer screen; which I usually only get on the MDMA comedown.
At about 1:45am I began smoking bongs regularly. I had chopped up (and mixed with tobacco) almost a 1/4 (approx. 6g) and was more than happy to share the joy with my recently arrested friend. We sat around smoking, charging, talking shit and thinking we were the funniest fuckers on earth. Even when I made a conscious effort to focus my eyes and say, read an SMS, it was totally impossible and had to be abandoned. I was unable to change the cd's competently and was slightly e-tarded, knocking over more than one glass of water. Music was a sensational delight. Aussie Rock and a bit of old punk was the playlist and Pennywise's 'Full Circle' in particular had me 'loving it'!
I let loose in my room with a paint marker, 'putting up' on the window and tagging my computer and stuff (today I'm like wtf?). I was quite charged and energised, but at the same time wouldn't have been keen to dance if I was at a club. I was very content to do nothing on this pill. I was sweating and thirsty as a bitch the whole time and stayed more hydrated than usual (not dangerously so). My mind was extremely clear and complex thought felt easier than usual on pills. Conversation topics that are usually reserved for the come-down, were discussed during the peak and my brain didn't feel fuzzy at all (besides the light-headedness and difficulty focusing).
At 3:00am, my eyes were still wobbling vigorously and the internet was proving to be a constant source of entertainment, as was re-kindling memories of funny/bad events and high-school mischief. Everything we remembered was seen in a new light and we laughed just as hard as when it occurred. I think I cried of laughter a few times and I 'popped the cone' (I had resin on my forehead) when my friend made me laugh while I was attempting to punch a bong. Smoking was easier than usual during the peak and we were pulling billy's the size of Mount Fuji (similar to with acid).
I was feeling very euphoric about how the night was going and how nice my body felt in the MDMA/Chronic peak I was experiencing. The euphoria didn't really seem to flow on to issues in my life though and whenever I thought of these things, my mind would lose interest and become side-tracked. I had less philosophical insights than usual, but all the schemes I was hatching seemed undeniably brilliant. I felt very content and didn't want this state to end.
The Come-Down
By about 4:00am the eye-wobbles had worn off, but I was far from coming down, my body felt really nice and my mind was still crystal clear and stimulated. We continued to smoke...and smoke...and smoke and do random useless shit for the next 2 hours and at about 6:00am I realised I was well and truly down (though still feeling a very pleasant afterglow). 2 ice-cream's went down easily (with MDxx I can't eat for 12-18 hours after dropping) and we were feeling relatively tired by 7am (with MDxx I can never sleep). After finishing off the large mix, we dozed off to sleep for about 3 hours.
I felt dead tired when I awoke, but showered and realised that I still felt really nice. I chopped up 3.5g and we spent the morning smoking, listening to beats and relaxing in the bomb-site which had yesterday been my room. I noticed some slight effects with the computer screen morphing and walls appearing to move, but this might have been the chronic. At 2:00pm my friend left and I went into the city on my skateboard to get some 'fresh air'. I was still feeling a nice afterglow from the pill, but was frustrated with my inability to get properly high on this come-down, no matter how much I smoked.
A McDonalds meal went down brilliantly and I felt contemplative and intrigued by my surrounds. I spent an hour or so following random strangers to see where they ended up, pretending I was a surveilance operative, then went home and hit the bong until now. I've felt tired all day (to be expected), but no real scatteredness or depression at all. (That said, I just attempted to light my bong with a pair of scissors).
Conclusion
I love MDxx and MDA, but MDMA offers something different, the mind is clearer, better facilitating the exchange of thoughts and emotions (even if the body cant move sometimes) and the comedown is non-existant. It felt pretty nice to take it easy (just having one pill) and not push my body to the limits by dancing all night. I experienced an odd lack of gurning, but my eye-wobbles and leg jitters made up for that. Besides my lungs, I feel generally healthy today and was very pleased with the effect one pill had on me. At no time did I feel nautious and sleeping was easy. In a trip to the bathroom at about 4am I realised that sex would definately be plausible on these peakers.
The interesting thing to me though was my mindset. I really was bored, unkeen and not in a happy mood. Who knows, maybe I would have been twice as mashed if I was happy before hand, but IMO my mindset didnt really seem to affect the high too much on this occasion. Also, I smoked chronic before, during and after the biscuit and it only had a positive effect. It in no way over-shadowed the MDMA like alot of people find happens with them. I was surprised by these aspects of this experience and resolve to take more drugs in the comfort of my own home. It was an excellent experience, but a premature setback to the 'break' i was supposed to be on. I don't plan on dumping cookies again until March 6th.
Thus concludes my 1st trip report. (hope i can find some psychadelics to report on next time)
1 x 'White Lips' ecstasy pill (suspected MDMA content)
Approx. 9g of hydroponic B1 cannabis (indica) - and rising as we speak
Time Frame:
Pill consumed at approx. 11:59pm, Friday 23rd January 2004
Report Completed at approx. 11:59pm, Saturday 24th January 2004
Experience:
I'm 19 years old, weighing just 60kg and 5"10' tall. I have relatively poor health (stomach) and am extremely unfit at the moment. I've only been using ecstasy for just over a year, but consider myself a relatively experienced user, having 'rolled' about 25 times since then. I smoke marijuana chronicly everyday and am at University. I use other drugs recreationally, but weed and pills are the only two drugs I use habitually.
My tolerance is relatively low for a regular user however, and 3 pills in one night is definately enough for me. I've only tried MDMA about 5 times and loved it everytime, but also enjoy the 'fucked upness' feelings of MDA and MDxx in large doses. While I feel pretty confident with MDxx, I am pretty new to analysing the MDMA experience and not too familiar with its unique qualities. I have never taken vitamin supplements or any pre/post-load material. On 3 occasions I took 5-Htp before dosing, but didn't notice (or expect) any differing results.
I thought I'd share this experience because I only consumed 1 pill, had MDMA at home for the 1st time (I'd had MDxx and MDA at home), smoked a truckload of marijuana throughout and was relatively unmotivated and depressed going into this experience.
The Low Down and Mindset:
My day started at midday without breakfast when a friend came and picked me up to go for a drive in the city. She had 3 biscuits on her; 'white lips', which had tested black within 2 seconds (MDMA) and been quite good on 2 previous occassions for her. However, the previous week she had felt sick when consuming 3 and reckoned she didnt like them anymore. I decided I may aswell take them off her hands and verified the test results in my own lab
The pill was round and reasonably thin, with a deep score on the bottom, bevelled edge on bottom, slight bevelled edge on top and with an indented set of lips. It was slightly off white and had numerous small grey
flecks. Pillreports.com and my own test had led me to believe this would be a great pill, most likely containing a fairly clean dose of MDMA.
I had no real intention of dropping that night (I'm apparently on a break since NYE), but had a very good friend coming down from Newcastle for a day festival and he wanted to 'crash' at my place. I had tentatively planned to see Armen Van Buren play at my favourite Sydney club, but I gave my mate a call and it turned out he had been arrested on the train with 2 pills and a gram or so of chronic 8) and wasn't really keen to pay the cover charge.
My friend left Hornsby police station and arrived at my house at 2pm. Seeing a friend in need, I promptly gave him 2 of the pills and we smoked up a 10 bong mix in about 1/2 hour before he headed off to the event. This was my 1st smoke of the day and and I knew once I had broken the seal there was no turning back, especially when i had to wait around until midnight for my friend to get back.
I spent the day hibernating in my bedroom on BlueLight, smoking cone after cone of B1 chronic and spending my time contemplating whether or not I would drop that night. I decided I would, but lacked any real conviction, will or desire. I only ate a small amount of food throughout the day.
By 10pm I'd smoked about 20 bongs and was feeling spaced, tired, extremely bored and was generally in a bad mood. Over the next 2 hours I only smoked 3 cones and was feeling slightly rejuvenated, had a shower and attempted to put my mind into a space that was conducive to a good roll. I am a very strong believer in the effect mindset has on an experience and I was sceptical of 'rolling' in my mental state. I felt cooped up, having been inside all day and was a dreary, tiring, indica stoned that made me depressive and demotivated.
On to the drugs!
When my friend arrived in an absolutely trashed state, their was no question in my mind that I HAD to drop tonight, and no matter how I was feeling, I would have a great time. I partly psyched myself up by wearing some rave candy and kept it simple, not opting to munch the pill, instead deciding to suck it for a moment, before swallowing it whole with a glass of water at midnight. I always feel very comfortable doing drugs in my apartment (room) and its a visually stimulating, pleasant chill-zone.
I became DJ for a little while as I eagerly anticipated how I would feel and if I was in for a nice ride or not. After 30-40 minutes I thought I felt some slight body feelings, but later disregarded this as placebo. As time wore on, I sat talking to my friend, not caring about what he was saying, but convincing myself that i'd probably wasted a pill and wasn't going to roll from a small dose in my state. The come-up had been subtley present, but not as enhanced as with MDxx and I hadn't felt the usual nausea that is associated with MDMA. At 1:00am I smoked 2 cones and felt nicely buzzed, but it hadn't kicked in the pill as I had hoped.
Peakin':
At about 1:15am I started to get some body rushes, starting in the chest, that steadily and quickly progressed to dizziness and head rushes. I was having difficulty concentrating on what my friend was saying and in 3 minutes I had gone from feeling anxious about not feeling anything, to feeling great! I lay back on the bed, exhaled deeply and informed my friend of my ever increasing state. My palms became very sweaty and my bare feet felt clammy and required constant massaging. I was very hot, jittering a little bit and already feeling very euphoric and empathetic toward my friend who I hadn't seen for a while.
I was very light-headed and at +1:30 began peaking strongly. A very severe (but enjoyable
) case of Nystagmus kicked in and I couldn't really make out my friends face for the next few hours. I went to the bathroom and the change to fluroescent lighting seemed to increase my fuckedness. I felt and looked like Manny from the movie 'Go' when he double dumps the pharm grade cookies and is trippin' out! I already had 'bikkie-mouth' (bitter taste and seedy feel) and this was combined with the usual weed cotton-mouth.I stumbled back into my bedroom and fell dramatically back onto my bed to absorb the rushes and intense euphoria I was now feeling for my situation. I kept 'high-fiving' my friend, saying: 'oh man, im so fucked, this is so good, thanks for coming round hey.' I was really happy I hadn't gone to Van Buren and was loving the relaxed scenario I was in. I had recently bought 9 large posters that covered my walls and created a pill-poppers paradise. I was experiencing some slight spatial morphing and noticing waves on some walls and the computer screen; which I usually only get on the MDMA comedown.
At about 1:45am I began smoking bongs regularly. I had chopped up (and mixed with tobacco) almost a 1/4 (approx. 6g) and was more than happy to share the joy with my recently arrested friend. We sat around smoking, charging, talking shit and thinking we were the funniest fuckers on earth. Even when I made a conscious effort to focus my eyes and say, read an SMS, it was totally impossible and had to be abandoned. I was unable to change the cd's competently and was slightly e-tarded, knocking over more than one glass of water. Music was a sensational delight. Aussie Rock and a bit of old punk was the playlist and Pennywise's 'Full Circle' in particular had me 'loving it'!
I let loose in my room with a paint marker, 'putting up' on the window and tagging my computer and stuff (today I'm like wtf?). I was quite charged and energised, but at the same time wouldn't have been keen to dance if I was at a club. I was very content to do nothing on this pill. I was sweating and thirsty as a bitch the whole time and stayed more hydrated than usual (not dangerously so). My mind was extremely clear and complex thought felt easier than usual on pills. Conversation topics that are usually reserved for the come-down, were discussed during the peak and my brain didn't feel fuzzy at all (besides the light-headedness and difficulty focusing).
At 3:00am, my eyes were still wobbling vigorously and the internet was proving to be a constant source of entertainment, as was re-kindling memories of funny/bad events and high-school mischief. Everything we remembered was seen in a new light and we laughed just as hard as when it occurred. I think I cried of laughter a few times and I 'popped the cone' (I had resin on my forehead
) when my friend made me laugh while I was attempting to punch a bong. Smoking was easier than usual during the peak and we were pulling billy's the size of Mount Fuji (similar to with acid).I was feeling very euphoric about how the night was going and how nice my body felt in the MDMA/Chronic peak I was experiencing. The euphoria didn't really seem to flow on to issues in my life though and whenever I thought of these things, my mind would lose interest and become side-tracked. I had less philosophical insights than usual, but all the schemes I was hatching seemed undeniably brilliant
. I felt very content and didn't want this state to end.The Come-Down
By about 4:00am the eye-wobbles had worn off, but I was far from coming down, my body felt really nice and my mind was still crystal clear and stimulated. We continued to smoke...and smoke...and smoke and do random useless shit for the next 2 hours and at about 6:00am I realised I was well and truly down (though still feeling a very pleasant afterglow). 2 ice-cream's went down easily (with MDxx I can't eat for 12-18 hours after dropping) and we were feeling relatively tired by 7am (with MDxx I can never sleep). After finishing off the large mix, we dozed off to sleep for about 3 hours.
I felt dead tired when I awoke, but showered and realised that I still felt really nice. I chopped up 3.5g and we spent the morning smoking, listening to beats and relaxing in the bomb-site which had yesterday been my room. I noticed some slight effects with the computer screen morphing and walls appearing to move, but this might have been the chronic. At 2:00pm my friend left and I went into the city on my skateboard to get some 'fresh air'. I was still feeling a nice afterglow from the pill, but was frustrated with my inability to get properly high on this come-down, no matter how much I smoked.
A McDonalds meal went down brilliantly and I felt contemplative and intrigued by my surrounds. I spent an hour or so following random strangers to see where they ended up, pretending I was a surveilance operative, then went home and hit the bong until now. I've felt tired all day (to be expected), but no real scatteredness or depression at all. (That said, I just attempted to light my bong with a pair of scissors
).Conclusion
I love MDxx and MDA, but MDMA offers something different, the mind is clearer, better facilitating the exchange of thoughts and emotions (even if the body cant move sometimes) and the comedown is non-existant. It felt pretty nice to take it easy (just having one pill) and not push my body to the limits by dancing all night. I experienced an odd lack of gurning, but my eye-wobbles and leg jitters made up for that. Besides my lungs, I feel generally healthy today and was very pleased with the effect one pill had on me. At no time did I feel nautious and sleeping was easy. In a trip to the bathroom at about 4am I realised that sex would definately be plausible on these peakers
. The interesting thing to me though was my mindset. I really was bored, unkeen and not in a happy mood. Who knows, maybe I would have been twice as mashed if I was happy before hand, but IMO my mindset didnt really seem to affect the high too much on this occasion. Also, I smoked chronic before, during and after the biscuit and it only had a positive effect. It in no way over-shadowed the MDMA like alot of people find happens with them. I was surprised by these aspects of this experience and resolve to take more drugs in the comfort of my own home. It was an excellent experience, but a premature setback to the 'break' i was supposed to be on. I don't plan on dumping cookies again until March 6th.
Thus concludes my 1st trip report.
(hope i can find some psychadelics to report on next time)
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