Splatt
Ex-Bluelighter
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Drugs used
1 x White Trident pill, tested as MDMA (turned black within 2 seconds)
Probably less than half a point (~50mg) of cut methamphetamines
Some marijuana and small amount of alcohol
Introduction
I had attempted to roll a few times before this experience, but the pills were either fake, or you start to get there, and it just sizzles out. But one night I had the chance to get a tested, clean MDMA pill, although in all honesty I was never really that interested in MDMA. I took the chance and gave in my "hard-earned" cash for the tiny, white, but well pressed pill.
The Report
The pill was to be consumed at a popular hard trance club on the Gold Coast of Australia, where BeXta, a female DJ from Sydney, would be playing for the night. It was also the birthday night out of two friends. Pretty much everyone in the birthday crew (about 16 people) was to be consuming some sort of illicit substance, most people favouring pills as their poison of choice. After a fair bit of waiting around, getting stoned and having drinks at a friends house, we finally cruise up the coast to the night life. When we arrived we all met up somewhere then proceeded to go club hopping, as we had a fair few places where we rang ahead to get free entry and drinks. We pretty much left straight after our free drinks, except for one club where we were chilling for a while, as the club we were going to see BeXta, wasn't really pumping at this hour (around 10:30PM).
I saw this as an opportunity to drop, since I was kind of scared of taking drugs into this other club, as people are always saying there are undercover police there. I broke the pill in two when I visited the bathroom, and swallowed one half. The club was playing music like Eminem, 50 Cent, and mostly R&B, and chart music. I am not into this type of music, with the exception of Eminem. I walked around the club for a good half hour, just talking to different friends from the crew. I started feeling something, but I was not sure what it was. It wasn't like the come-up of anything I've ever taken, and it would only come in short waves.
I walked around the club some more, because I had this sort of restless energy. Probably just anxious for the effects of the MDMA to come on. About an hour into it and the effects are still very subtle, nothing else has really happened.. except for maybe a few fairy steps when walking up or down stairs around the club. The music was still the same, and I was getting annoyed with it, so I tried to gather everyone to go back to the other club, because I did not want to miss the main event, even though I wasn't really a big fan of BeXta. I just wanted music I was comfortable with, to see if this pill could kick in.
It had been one and a half hours since dropping. I was still not feeling much, we finally l;eave the club and before heading to the club we went back to a rented holiday apartment of one of the birthday boys. We all met up there, and it was quite packed.. And I started getting these feelings. Still very, very subtle. But I felt like I could analyse someone in the room for a few seconds, and gain insight into that person's personality. It was like I could tell what kind of person they are, and what they would do in certain situations.. I came out of this interesting, yet subtle trance after a while. After people consumed more chemicals, alcohol, pot, and after I had a few cones of hydro too, we all headed off to the club. As we were leaving, my friend C asked how I was doing. I told him I'm doing okay but was not yet feeling the effects, and it has been over 2 hours since I dropped the pill. He grabbed a little baggy out of his pocket, and used a pocket knife to get about half a point of meth and told me to help myself. I licked the knife then filled the bag up with water and drank it, just to get any remaining specs, it all adds up
I also dropped the other half of the pill.
We all leave, as a few groups split up at a time, just to make it seem a bit less suspicious to hotel management, and head off back to the club, finally! As we are walking, I am still unaware that I am on MDMA, I am no way near a peak and any type of effect comes on slowly in waves, then dissapears. But I do remember one interesting thing. About half way to the club, I notice I am actually breathing for the first time, and it does feel great. I was not peaking, nothing just knocked me on my arse or anything, but it was definitely some sort of effect. I took it for granted at the time, and still unaware that I was on anything, but now I absolutely love breathing when walking around outsdie on MDMA. There is something very satisfying about it, and since this experience I have found simple breathing exercises outside can really help bring a pill on. I really think that the fresh air is important for this though. A friend in the crew says something to his girlfriend that I found interesting, trying to explain the effects of a pill to her before she agreed to take one. He said, "it's hard to explain, when you walk into the club on it you will know what I'm talking about, it is all about your surroundings, and it's all in your head."
We arrive at the club and I can hear the phat bass through the walls of the place already. I am excited, yet kind of edgy. Not paranoid, and no signs of anxiety, more like, what am I to expect. Although I was still doubting the pill was going to kick in, since one had never worked for me. We get in the club and I follow everyone into the chill out room, where we claimed a corner lounge and started buying drinks. There is a DJ in the chill room, but it does not seem to be enhancing the pill much, it was more chill music than anything, as you would expect in a chill room. I am just talking to people in my crew then I get up to buy a bottle of water. The water going down my throat felt different than normal, there was definitely much more flavour to it, and it had a very distinct taste that nothing else could ever have. I start to feel a little bit dizzy, and some slight effects which I couldn't tell were MDMA or the speed. (I had tried speed at a low dose before this experience). I was entering something though. I was not sober, that was for sure.
About this time, I swore I recognised a school friend I hadn't seen for a while. I approached him and went to shake his hand, shouting "Heeyy..", about to finish my greeting with his name, when I realised it was someone I did not know at all. He asked if I come here often and I said it was my first time. He asked if I was on anything, I told him a pill but it wasn't doing too much at the moment. He asked if I had been in the main room yet, and I replied no. I do not know why I hadn't gone into the dance floor room yet, I guess because no one else had yet, and BeXta was not on yet, only a resident DJ. He yelled at me, "Well what are ya waiting for!" And pretty much forced me go to the next room..
This is the part I remember the most about the experience, as most people would on their first pill. He pauses in front of the doorway to the dance room, welcoming me into this strange, new world with his hands. Then I hear him yell "Paradise, isn't it!?" while clapping his hands to the beat. Suddenly, my senses are overloaded with pleasure. My eyes are dazzled by the lighting that is spinning around leaving patterns on the walls and floors. It felt like my ears were created for this moment only. To embrace the bass and let it spread and travel through my body. Basically it's gone from pretty subtle to **B A M** in a matter of seconds. My body lets go and I start dancing and jumping towards the dance floor. I am busting out with this amazing power I've never had while dancing before. The power to push yourself much further than usual, while you're not actually thinking about how to dance. It is just like breathing. You do not think about doing it, and your brain doesn't really control it (well, your brain stem does). It is just something you must do to live. Dance or die
I also get this funny realisation. There are a bunch of people, dancing around to hard, fast techno music, in a dark room, on drugs. There's just something.. very interesting, and weird about it. I mean, you don't see this sorta thing on the streets. I loved it! I still laugh about it this day
I start dancing with some girls I see together on the dancefloor, getting kind of close and dirt dancing with them but not fucking on the dance floor or anything. It was a lot different, every touch of them was amplified like twenty times more than usual. Each girl felt different against my skin too. The three girls seemed to be good friends, somehow I just knew this within seconds of seeing them. I ended up being right as they were with each other all night, and two of them were trying to push the lesser attractive girl onto me. Not that she wasn't attractive, just less attractive than the other two. But at this time, I'm peaking on my first real dosage of Ecstasy. I did not care about sex at all. This so called sex drug, and I couldn't care less about pussy at the time. Sure, I was appreciating these beautiful girls surrounding me, but picking up was the last thing on my mind.
This is when things go a bit weird. A obviously gay dude comes up to me, and this is when I'm surrounded by 3 hot girls (then again, I guess gay guys do go out with their female friends often), and starts dancing in front of me, then shakes my hand. He proceeds to dance around me, and I am thinking this is just all fun. I was totally comfortable with a gay dude dancing with me, it didn't phase me in the slightest, but then, it all went weird when he was obviously trying to hit on me, he grabbed both my hands to try and pull me towards him, and grabs my other hand and I swear he tries to place my hand on his arse. Again, I don't have a problem with gay people, but I definitely don't want to touch a gay guys arse. I walked off the dance floor to see my friends in the chill out room next door and told them about the experience. which kind of killed the buzz a fair bit, probably just the confusion. I am thinking in my head, what kind of image do I give off? Why would someone think I'm gay? And thoughts like that. I forgot about those silly thoughts after a few seconds, and just thought he's probably trying it with every guy thats dancing out there, and that bothered me a lot less.
A club song comes on that I haven't heard before, but when ever I hear it now, It's like it's been a song I've known all my life. It's not like it's an awesome track or anything, It is pretty simple, but it mixed very well with my brain chemistry at this time. The song is Dark Monks feat. Mim - Insane. Hard bass kicks in, then the sample of some lyrics shortly after. It repeats the sample "be alone" over and over, and distorts more and more each repeat, until it is turned into a weird distorted voice sample that mixes in with the bass line. During this song I remember closing my eyes while sitting with my back against the wall lounge. I think to myself, "I've never been so comfortable in my life." All of my muscles felt awesome, and I had a big smile on my face. People commented that I looked pretty fucked up. I get back up to dance to some hard tunes whenever they came on, waiting to see what BeXta was like live. I remember going outside for a brief walk, just to have a breather, and the first thing I see when I get to the outside world, is 2 people that had just been in a fight, with blood running down their faces. The sight of violence and blood made my MDMA experience sizzle out within a second, just like that. From being on top of the world, to noticing how fucked the world is Now I understand why MDMA is all about surroundings and attitudes.
I walk back inside after a short walk, and the pumping bass crawling up my spine makes me forget about the blood, and I go back out for a dance. AT about 2:30 or so, BeXta had finally started. Most people rushed out to the dance floor when she was announced. I got into it and started dancing with some of the crew. A track came on that really caught my attention as soon as the beat kicked in. I was loving the hard *THWACK* at 150BPM, and then some trance kicks in that I found familiar. FAMILIAR MUSIC! Hearing a favourite trance song while peaking on MDMA is amazing. I busted out and pushed myself harder than I ever had previously. Later on I found out the song was called 2nd Step, and it's a remake of the classic Man on the Moon hard trance track. For some reason I still didn't know where the DJ was, I wasn't looking or anything, but I hadn't spotted the DJ booth yet. Then I realise that the girl with the pretty face thats jumping up and down that I've been staring at for like ten minutes.. IS THE DJ! I don't know why I didn't see the DJ booth around her, just spacing out I guess, and I don't wear my glasses when going out. I run up to the booth and start dancing in front of her, she shows little to no notice, but I decide to try and greet her anyway.. I make a little wave gesture with a giant grin on my face, ear to ear, and then put my hand up to shake her hand. She shakes her head, and I feel super-rejected.. But before the effects of the pill could diminish because of the shame and rejection, she has walked towards to door of the booth and given me a big hug! You have no idea how much more I could feel her music inside of me after that.
I walk back inside the chill room, and I am greeted by a late 30's guy dressed in some boring casual clothing, trying to bop his head to the music but he was terrible off-beat, and he had no beer, water bottle, or cigarette in his hand. At first I didn't notice this as unusual, everyone is different! But after shaking my hand and introducing himself as Len, I said the usual. "Having a good night?" and "On anything tonight?" He replied with "Yeah" I ask back, "You on pills?" And he replies back with "Yeah can you get any?" The smile drops off my face, and the beat rhythm drops out of my body and I stand there still realising it's a D. I replied with "No, just drinking tonight" as sweat pours off my face, and my eyes probably dilated as fuck He then asks if any of my friends can get some or have some, I said no and walked off and informed the group of the detective. He asked another friend of mine later on, and he asked for his license, his name was something like Len Matthews, and the card was sparkling new, like it had just been made then. My friend noticed there was no other cards in the wallet. Dodgey ass police!
There is a lot of stuff I have missed out on this report, but yeah I don't want to make it too big! I'm good at doing that with trip reports. But the rest of the night, as my pill slowly faded off, still leaving me with energy (although the meth, even though seemed to be cut, would attribute to that). I was still dancing till my feet started to hurt, I sit down on a lounge to take my shoes off for a minute. It felt so good to remove them, but I didn't want to get kicked out or anything so I put them back on. The rest of the time in the club was spent chatting and getting up every now and then to dance.
The Comedown
Two words.. What comedown?
I think the comedown is the most over-exaggerated crap. Firsty, I found it to be a very smooth transition. Although I didn't have some giant stupid-ass grin on my face, hugging everyone, I did feel very relaxed, and I still felt pretty good. I was left with a very positive, glowing attitude. I am walking back to the apartment before everyone splits, and the sun light looks very alien. Where did this light come from?! I start breathing, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs, bringing back a bit of the MDMA buzz. We arrive at the apartment and we are split into three groups, a group of people reading the bible and laughing, a group of people talking and watching TV, and us, the stoners, out on the balcony, sucking down that sweet maryjane essence into our lungs. I am still feeling good, and still have a very positive after glow. I close my eyes, and the grin returns as I think about my night I open my eyes, and the sun is really shining now, all over the Surfers Paradise beach. My jaw drops slowly, as the sunlight bouncing off the deep blue ocean, mixed with the trance CD someone has just put on, seals my chemical journey for the night. I found I could easily drift off to sleep any time I wanted, but I didn't, I wanted this after effect to last as long as it could.
The Aftermath
I don't call what I experienced the day after a comedown. I had comedown, and I was pretty much back to bassline. It was just, I had not slept in nearly 24 hours. When I arrived home, I immediately chopped up some buds, and started smoking like a mad man. This is one thing I've noticed after a pill. You can keep smoking all you want, and you don't really get that stoned. You do get pretty scattered though, and I often drift in and out of this dimension.. in and out of reality.
It had gotten to lunch time and I am still awake. I find I could sleep if i wanted to, but why bother if I don't need to! I continue smoking a lot through out the day, and even went out, which was quite arkward dealing with sober friends. Later that night, I got some of the most interesting hallucinations I have ever got. And I put it down mostly to sleep deprivation. It was up to around 40 hours with no sleep, maybe a bit longer, early in the morning. I was outside having a bong out the front of my house. After my fourth cone of this session, my legs suddenly jumped up, and I started to bust out to this music I could hear on my front yard. For a minute I don't care where this music is coming from, it is just there and I still have energy to dance. Then, it clicks, No.. There's no hard trance at this hour. I don't have a stereo on inside either. It was at this time I realised the source of the music.. My head.
My brain was producing some very decent trance in real time. I found this most interesting, and I wish that I was a little more on the ball and somehow remember these tunes, as I was positive I had not heard them anywhere, they were 100% original. This is when I sat down, and drifted off to this dimension for minutes at a time, still hearing the music being generated in my head. I notice some weird patterns overlaying my vision. Most of it was patterns in the static field of my vision, but slowly, as I concentrated, musical notes started overlaying my vision, scrolling horizontally and vertically, overlapping each other. These were no standard music notes, they were quite advanced and original, and I felt as if I understood every musical symbol, and understood how the notes matched the music I was hearing. I let this continue for a bit more, then decided to jump on IRC for a little bit, then flake out.
I lye in my bed, thinking maybe I shouldn't of stayed up so long, but also thinking how excellent my experience was. I was truly glad I didn't give up on MDMA. My mind starts to race for maybe a couple of minutes, but I do some simple breathing exercises for not even twenty seconds, before I don't remember anymore, which most likely means I passed out. I awoke the next day, feeling calm, and still had the after-glow. I did what I had to get done that day, and awaited "Suicide Tuesday". It went very smoothly and I had no problems with depression at all. I had not pre- or post-loaded for this experience, as 5-HTP etc. wasn't available.
The End! :D
1 x White Trident pill, tested as MDMA (turned black within 2 seconds)
Probably less than half a point (~50mg) of cut methamphetamines
Some marijuana and small amount of alcohol
Introduction
I had attempted to roll a few times before this experience, but the pills were either fake, or you start to get there, and it just sizzles out. But one night I had the chance to get a tested, clean MDMA pill, although in all honesty I was never really that interested in MDMA. I took the chance and gave in my "hard-earned" cash for the tiny, white, but well pressed pill.
The Report
The pill was to be consumed at a popular hard trance club on the Gold Coast of Australia, where BeXta, a female DJ from Sydney, would be playing for the night. It was also the birthday night out of two friends. Pretty much everyone in the birthday crew (about 16 people) was to be consuming some sort of illicit substance, most people favouring pills as their poison of choice. After a fair bit of waiting around, getting stoned and having drinks at a friends house, we finally cruise up the coast to the night life. When we arrived we all met up somewhere then proceeded to go club hopping, as we had a fair few places where we rang ahead to get free entry and drinks. We pretty much left straight after our free drinks, except for one club where we were chilling for a while, as the club we were going to see BeXta, wasn't really pumping at this hour (around 10:30PM).
I saw this as an opportunity to drop, since I was kind of scared of taking drugs into this other club, as people are always saying there are undercover police there. I broke the pill in two when I visited the bathroom, and swallowed one half. The club was playing music like Eminem, 50 Cent, and mostly R&B, and chart music. I am not into this type of music, with the exception of Eminem. I walked around the club for a good half hour, just talking to different friends from the crew. I started feeling something, but I was not sure what it was. It wasn't like the come-up of anything I've ever taken, and it would only come in short waves.
I walked around the club some more, because I had this sort of restless energy. Probably just anxious for the effects of the MDMA to come on. About an hour into it and the effects are still very subtle, nothing else has really happened.. except for maybe a few fairy steps when walking up or down stairs around the club. The music was still the same, and I was getting annoyed with it, so I tried to gather everyone to go back to the other club, because I did not want to miss the main event, even though I wasn't really a big fan of BeXta. I just wanted music I was comfortable with, to see if this pill could kick in.
It had been one and a half hours since dropping. I was still not feeling much, we finally l;eave the club and before heading to the club we went back to a rented holiday apartment of one of the birthday boys. We all met up there, and it was quite packed.. And I started getting these feelings. Still very, very subtle. But I felt like I could analyse someone in the room for a few seconds, and gain insight into that person's personality. It was like I could tell what kind of person they are, and what they would do in certain situations.. I came out of this interesting, yet subtle trance after a while. After people consumed more chemicals, alcohol, pot, and after I had a few cones of hydro too, we all headed off to the club. As we were leaving, my friend C asked how I was doing. I told him I'm doing okay but was not yet feeling the effects, and it has been over 2 hours since I dropped the pill. He grabbed a little baggy out of his pocket, and used a pocket knife to get about half a point of meth and told me to help myself. I licked the knife then filled the bag up with water and drank it, just to get any remaining specs, it all adds up
I also dropped the other half of the pill. We all leave, as a few groups split up at a time, just to make it seem a bit less suspicious to hotel management, and head off back to the club, finally! As we are walking, I am still unaware that I am on MDMA, I am no way near a peak and any type of effect comes on slowly in waves, then dissapears. But I do remember one interesting thing. About half way to the club, I notice I am actually breathing for the first time, and it does feel great. I was not peaking, nothing just knocked me on my arse or anything, but it was definitely some sort of effect. I took it for granted at the time, and still unaware that I was on anything, but now I absolutely love breathing when walking around outsdie on MDMA. There is something very satisfying about it, and since this experience I have found simple breathing exercises outside can really help bring a pill on. I really think that the fresh air is important for this though. A friend in the crew says something to his girlfriend that I found interesting, trying to explain the effects of a pill to her before she agreed to take one. He said, "it's hard to explain, when you walk into the club on it you will know what I'm talking about, it is all about your surroundings, and it's all in your head."
We arrive at the club and I can hear the phat bass through the walls of the place already. I am excited, yet kind of edgy. Not paranoid, and no signs of anxiety, more like, what am I to expect. Although I was still doubting the pill was going to kick in, since one had never worked for me. We get in the club and I follow everyone into the chill out room, where we claimed a corner lounge and started buying drinks. There is a DJ in the chill room, but it does not seem to be enhancing the pill much, it was more chill music than anything, as you would expect in a chill room. I am just talking to people in my crew then I get up to buy a bottle of water. The water going down my throat felt different than normal, there was definitely much more flavour to it, and it had a very distinct taste that nothing else could ever have. I start to feel a little bit dizzy, and some slight effects which I couldn't tell were MDMA or the speed. (I had tried speed at a low dose before this experience). I was entering something though. I was not sober, that was for sure.
About this time, I swore I recognised a school friend I hadn't seen for a while. I approached him and went to shake his hand, shouting "Heeyy..", about to finish my greeting with his name, when I realised it was someone I did not know at all. He asked if I come here often and I said it was my first time. He asked if I was on anything, I told him a pill but it wasn't doing too much at the moment. He asked if I had been in the main room yet, and I replied no. I do not know why I hadn't gone into the dance floor room yet, I guess because no one else had yet, and BeXta was not on yet, only a resident DJ. He yelled at me, "Well what are ya waiting for!" And pretty much forced me go to the next room..
This is the part I remember the most about the experience, as most people would on their first pill. He pauses in front of the doorway to the dance room, welcoming me into this strange, new world with his hands. Then I hear him yell "Paradise, isn't it!?" while clapping his hands to the beat. Suddenly, my senses are overloaded with pleasure. My eyes are dazzled by the lighting that is spinning around leaving patterns on the walls and floors. It felt like my ears were created for this moment only. To embrace the bass and let it spread and travel through my body. Basically it's gone from pretty subtle to **B A M** in a matter of seconds. My body lets go and I start dancing and jumping towards the dance floor. I am busting out with this amazing power I've never had while dancing before. The power to push yourself much further than usual, while you're not actually thinking about how to dance. It is just like breathing. You do not think about doing it, and your brain doesn't really control it (well, your brain stem does). It is just something you must do to live. Dance or die
I also get this funny realisation. There are a bunch of people, dancing around to hard, fast techno music, in a dark room, on drugs. There's just something.. very interesting, and weird about it. I mean, you don't see this sorta thing on the streets. I loved it! I still laugh about it this day I start dancing with some girls I see together on the dancefloor, getting kind of close and dirt dancing with them but not fucking on the dance floor or anything. It was a lot different, every touch of them was amplified like twenty times more than usual. Each girl felt different against my skin too. The three girls seemed to be good friends, somehow I just knew this within seconds of seeing them. I ended up being right as they were with each other all night, and two of them were trying to push the lesser attractive girl onto me. Not that she wasn't attractive, just less attractive than the other two. But at this time, I'm peaking on my first real dosage of Ecstasy. I did not care about sex at all. This so called sex drug, and I couldn't care less about pussy at the time. Sure, I was appreciating these beautiful girls surrounding me, but picking up was the last thing on my mind.
This is when things go a bit weird. A obviously gay dude comes up to me, and this is when I'm surrounded by 3 hot girls (then again, I guess gay guys do go out with their female friends often), and starts dancing in front of me, then shakes my hand. He proceeds to dance around me, and I am thinking this is just all fun. I was totally comfortable with a gay dude dancing with me, it didn't phase me in the slightest, but then, it all went weird when he was obviously trying to hit on me, he grabbed both my hands to try and pull me towards him, and grabs my other hand and I swear he tries to place my hand on his arse. Again, I don't have a problem with gay people, but I definitely don't want to touch a gay guys arse. I walked off the dance floor to see my friends in the chill out room next door and told them about the experience. which kind of killed the buzz a fair bit, probably just the confusion. I am thinking in my head, what kind of image do I give off? Why would someone think I'm gay? And thoughts like that. I forgot about those silly thoughts after a few seconds, and just thought he's probably trying it with every guy thats dancing out there, and that bothered me a lot less.
A club song comes on that I haven't heard before, but when ever I hear it now, It's like it's been a song I've known all my life. It's not like it's an awesome track or anything, It is pretty simple, but it mixed very well with my brain chemistry at this time. The song is Dark Monks feat. Mim - Insane. Hard bass kicks in, then the sample of some lyrics shortly after. It repeats the sample "be alone" over and over, and distorts more and more each repeat, until it is turned into a weird distorted voice sample that mixes in with the bass line. During this song I remember closing my eyes while sitting with my back against the wall lounge. I think to myself, "I've never been so comfortable in my life." All of my muscles felt awesome, and I had a big smile on my face. People commented that I looked pretty fucked up. I get back up to dance to some hard tunes whenever they came on, waiting to see what BeXta was like live. I remember going outside for a brief walk, just to have a breather, and the first thing I see when I get to the outside world, is 2 people that had just been in a fight, with blood running down their faces. The sight of violence and blood made my MDMA experience sizzle out within a second, just like that. From being on top of the world, to noticing how fucked the world is
Now I understand why MDMA is all about surroundings and attitudes. I walk back inside after a short walk, and the pumping bass crawling up my spine makes me forget about the blood, and I go back out for a dance. AT about 2:30 or so, BeXta had finally started. Most people rushed out to the dance floor when she was announced. I got into it and started dancing with some of the crew. A track came on that really caught my attention as soon as the beat kicked in. I was loving the hard *THWACK* at 150BPM, and then some trance kicks in that I found familiar. FAMILIAR MUSIC! Hearing a favourite trance song while peaking on MDMA is amazing. I busted out and pushed myself harder than I ever had previously. Later on I found out the song was called 2nd Step, and it's a remake of the classic Man on the Moon hard trance track. For some reason I still didn't know where the DJ was, I wasn't looking or anything, but I hadn't spotted the DJ booth yet. Then I realise that the girl with the pretty face thats jumping up and down that I've been staring at for like ten minutes.. IS THE DJ! I don't know why I didn't see the DJ booth around her, just spacing out I guess, and I don't wear my glasses when going out. I run up to the booth and start dancing in front of her, she shows little to no notice, but I decide to try and greet her anyway.. I make a little wave gesture with a giant grin on my face, ear to ear, and then put my hand up to shake her hand. She shakes her head, and I feel super-rejected.. But before the effects of the pill could diminish because of the shame and rejection, she has walked towards to door of the booth and given me a big hug! You have no idea how much more I could feel her music inside of me after that.
I walk back inside the chill room, and I am greeted by a late 30's guy dressed in some boring casual clothing, trying to bop his head to the music but he was terrible off-beat, and he had no beer, water bottle, or cigarette in his hand. At first I didn't notice this as unusual, everyone is different! But after shaking my hand and introducing himself as Len, I said the usual. "Having a good night?" and "On anything tonight?" He replied with "Yeah" I ask back, "You on pills?" And he replies back with "Yeah can you get any?" The smile drops off my face, and the beat rhythm drops out of my body and I stand there still realising it's a D. I replied with "No, just drinking tonight" as sweat pours off my face, and my eyes probably dilated as fuck
He then asks if any of my friends can get some or have some, I said no and walked off and informed the group of the detective. He asked another friend of mine later on, and he asked for his license, his name was something like Len Matthews, and the card was sparkling new, like it had just been made then. My friend noticed there was no other cards in the wallet. Dodgey ass police! There is a lot of stuff I have missed out on this report, but yeah I don't want to make it too big!
I'm good at doing that with trip reports. But the rest of the night, as my pill slowly faded off, still leaving me with energy (although the meth, even though seemed to be cut, would attribute to that). I was still dancing till my feet started to hurt, I sit down on a lounge to take my shoes off for a minute. It felt so good to remove them, but I didn't want to get kicked out or anything so I put them back on. The rest of the time in the club was spent chatting and getting up every now and then to dance. The Comedown
Two words.. What comedown?
I think the comedown is the most over-exaggerated crap. Firsty, I found it to be a very smooth transition. Although I didn't have some giant stupid-ass grin on my face, hugging everyone, I did feel very relaxed, and I still felt pretty good. I was left with a very positive, glowing attitude. I am walking back to the apartment before everyone splits, and the sun light looks very alien. Where did this light come from?! I start breathing, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs, bringing back a bit of the MDMA buzz. We arrive at the apartment and we are split into three groups, a group of people reading the bible and laughing, a group of people talking and watching TV, and us, the stoners, out on the balcony, sucking down that sweet maryjane essence into our lungs. I am still feeling good, and still have a very positive after glow. I close my eyes, and the grin returns as I think about my night
I open my eyes, and the sun is really shining now, all over the Surfers Paradise beach. My jaw drops slowly, as the sunlight bouncing off the deep blue ocean, mixed with the trance CD someone has just put on, seals my chemical journey for the night. I found I could easily drift off to sleep any time I wanted, but I didn't, I wanted this after effect to last as long as it could. The Aftermath
I don't call what I experienced the day after a comedown. I had comedown, and I was pretty much back to bassline. It was just, I had not slept in nearly 24 hours. When I arrived home, I immediately chopped up some buds, and started smoking like a mad man. This is one thing I've noticed after a pill. You can keep smoking all you want, and you don't really get that stoned. You do get pretty scattered though, and I often drift in and out of this dimension.. in and out of reality.
It had gotten to lunch time and I am still awake. I find I could sleep if i wanted to, but why bother if I don't need to!
I continue smoking a lot through out the day, and even went out, which was quite arkward dealing with sober friends. Later that night, I got some of the most interesting hallucinations I have ever got. And I put it down mostly to sleep deprivation. It was up to around 40 hours with no sleep, maybe a bit longer, early in the morning. I was outside having a bong out the front of my house. After my fourth cone of this session, my legs suddenly jumped up, and I started to bust out to this music I could hear on my front yard. For a minute I don't care where this music is coming from, it is just there and I still have energy to dance. Then, it clicks, No.. There's no hard trance at this hour. I don't have a stereo on inside either. It was at this time I realised the source of the music.. My head. My brain was producing some very decent trance in real time. I found this most interesting, and I wish that I was a little more on the ball and somehow remember these tunes, as I was positive I had not heard them anywhere, they were 100% original. This is when I sat down, and drifted off to this dimension for minutes at a time, still hearing the music being generated in my head. I notice some weird patterns overlaying my vision. Most of it was patterns in the static field of my vision, but slowly, as I concentrated, musical notes started overlaying my vision, scrolling horizontally and vertically, overlapping each other. These were no standard music notes, they were quite advanced and original, and I felt as if I understood every musical symbol, and understood how the notes matched the music I was hearing. I let this continue for a bit more, then decided to jump on IRC for a little bit, then flake out.
I lye in my bed, thinking maybe I shouldn't of stayed up so long, but also thinking how excellent my experience was. I was truly glad I didn't give up on MDMA. My mind starts to race for maybe a couple of minutes, but I do some simple breathing exercises for not even twenty seconds, before I don't remember anymore, which most likely means I passed out. I awoke the next day, feeling calm, and still had the after-glow. I did what I had to get done that day, and awaited "Suicide Tuesday". It went very smoothly and I had no problems with depression at all. I had not pre- or post-loaded for this experience, as 5-HTP etc. wasn't available.
The End! :D
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