Cirrus Domine
Bluelighter
This is a trip report of 3 days of drug usage at all good music festival - this is going to be a brief report because i'm lazy and tired, and honestly i don't remeber alot of it.
Day 1
Roll in at around six, stop at a gas station outside the festival for cigs, a guy offers us a great deal on a half sheet, so we pick it up. Once we get in the line of cars dealers start walking amoung the cars, so we pick up a gram of molly to. This sure was unexpected, lots of drugs before we even get to the festival. Once we can see the enterance to the festival me and A eat .1 molly, get in a set up camp.
Once camp is set up another .1 is eaten by both of us. After that i dont remeber some stuff... and then i remeber the molly hitting me like a sack of bricks, i decide to wear a tappestry because i didn't feel like wearing a shirt. On the way to see matisyaho (sp?) i am in a great mood, tons of happyness flows through my body as i talk with so much enthusiasm to random ppl, im looking forward to the fest so much at this point. Once we get to the stage we dance and get real into the scene loving everything so much. another .1 of molly is eaten and the dancing continues. I didn't sleep that night.
Day 2
We walk around the festival [snip], so we gain alot of money by sitting on our asses and getting fed ganja brownies for free haha. On the way back to the campsite we run into some guy selling 2c-i, at the time i was aware that 2c-i can't fit on blotter, but the guy had an honest face so i decided to buy it. at this point i dont know when i was gunna take it. we meet some people we met the night before and they told us that they had the max headrooms, and each ate one without anything special coming from it.
This made me kinda depressed because i was looking forward to having something besides L, i figured the blotter was DOx or brDfly at the time, i dont know why i had so much faith it it being active. we went back down to the campsite and i decided that i was gunna eat the 2c-i mystery blotter. if it was nothing then we had L i could eat, and if it worked, i'd be happy. after i eat it my bro decides to eat .2 of molly. we walk aroudn and run into some kids from our hometown and go chill at their campsite for a while. we run into a festy named stick, who was rambling on about dank beer and it was real funny cuz he was drunk and wierd a hat that had ears on it.
the people in the campsite next to them had also had the 2ci blotter and said they loved it. this gave me a lot more faith in the drug. we chill and smoke some heady nuggets. afterwards i notice a slight stimulation through my body, hard to describe, and i'm way to high cuz we didnt smoke that much. as time goes buy i notice the effects more and more, looking into the grass some strands are neon collors forming patterns everywhere. i look at the cars we are walking abuy, and they all have a beutiful rainbow outline, and seam to be ... deinflating...? i guess that would be the best way to describe it. we are sitting around our campsite, J that camped with us eats his second 1/8th of shrooms, cuz he didnt feel the first one, which doesnt make any sense, i honestly dont understand how you don't feel 1/8, let alone 1/4 (found out later he didnt really trip off them) also the night before he ate .2g of pure mdma and nothing happned this kid is wierd as hell! well anyways, some kid in the cmapsite next to us starts gaging on this shrooms and it looks to me like he puked all overhimself, at the time i was pretty sure he did and it was gross as hell, but he might not have it could have been me,cuz at this time i could see flowing colors ontop of tents and stuff... i'm spaced out as hell, kinda wobbly the whole time walking around and i guess i wasnt responding when people were talking to me. now i'm confused, at a pretty weak +3 and we decide to walk into the show.
on the way i saw a girl whose campsite got completely flooded and it made me so sad i was almost broguht to tears, i went and gave her a hug and told her i was sorry for what happened. my friends call me wierd and we head in. we actually did a line of cocaine before we walked to my campsite and i dont feel like going and editing im real high now... sorry... so we get there sit down i go pee, the badnn that is on is sweet, i have no clue what they are, but they areplaying with claypool , who is my hero. i'm not really into the music which kinda sucks, i'm really out of it, off in my own little world, it kinda sucked cuz i was real muddy also. next band : gabby lala, "hi guys, i'm gabby lala my favorite colors are blue and pink and i'm gunna play this song called the backpack, have to keep track of my backpack better pack it up and relax and kick back!" her voice is like a 5 year old and it made me so euphoric, i'm completely involved with her simple little song i was so happy! some girl playing with glow sticks infront of my grabs my attention, its amazing how good she is, then she turns in my direction, in the dark it looked like she had 8 eyes, like 4 sets all on the side of her head, i hear "this is for you honey" in my head and she starts twirling the glowsticks towards me.... maybe that was in my head but it made me feel like everyone there loved me and it was amazing. next claypool came on and i started staring at this neon string that was attached to ballows so it would float. claypool was staring at it to, because he told the crowd at the end of the show. i felt honored to be being spaced out and staring at the same thing as him, and it made me feel even more loved. i became convinced that later i would go meat gabby lala and les claypool and have the best time in my life and become best friends. that never happend, which makes me cry. lwe went and got giros. the giro guy helped me alot when he made my giro cuz i was still sooooooooooooo out of it and getting real nice patterning on the ground, also i looked up at the sky and it looked as the sky was pulsating! it was nuts! well anyways the lips come on which was great their show was nuts, i didnt have any major points of euphoria or major visuals after what i just said... i was pretty tired and it hit me pretty hard... we went back to the campsite and pretty quickily decided to try to sleep. A immediately starting snoring loudly which sucked. i never got to sleep, and i missed particle, although i could hear it perfectly.
oh ya i forgot to mention around noon it poured, and my campsite got flooded and i was soaking wet and real uncomfortable and covered in mud, also the concerts got pushed back 2 hrs cuz of the rain.
day 3:
this is the shitty day that sucked the most and by sucked the most i mean i was crying and confused and lonely because i had the worst trip of my life and it sucked so here it goes. the entire day me and A were just burnt out, we barely smoked at all that day, and i didnt drink (beer) at all, A did, and alot of it.
We were chillin up on the hill and pick up a 5 strip of white preferated, the good stuff, we chill with the dealer for a good while, she was sweet. We dose at the begining of keller's set, i dont know when that was. i dosed 2 hits A dosed 3, we had to leave early sunday and i was gunna b driving so i didn't want to be to spaced out, but looking back it would have been a better idea if i had dosed the extra half hit instead of giving it back to A.
when keller's 2 hr set ended A wasn't liking the vibe of the place that we were, which confused the hell out of me cuz the people around us were all our friends from home. he wants to leave and seams a little wierd, i'm real confused at this point and don't understand why he wants to leave this giant party with awesome music to go back to our flooded campsite.
After about a half hr of confusion and me asking him wear he wants to go and what he wants to do (he answered me different every time) we decide to head back to the campsite because he said he didn't like the vibe of the concert at all. I am torn appart by this because that band that was playing was amazing and i wanted to just party and jam all night.
walking back to the campsite i'm extremely extremely sad and get more depressed with every step and more confused, we get back to the campsite and adam sits down. At this point i am mad, but A was starting to tweak, and i knew that i couldnt show him my anger, because that would make it worse for him. i pace around the campsite in utter confusion not knowing what to do. A starts vomiting all over the campsite, great.
At this point i look at the stage and see all the pretty colors and the great music and start crying. i'm increadibly depressed and feel like my inner child died when i left the concert. i dont know what to do and i'm increadibly frusterated. A is in the tent holding is pillow yelling orders at me. He is extremly rude to me and it angers me even more. i wanted to scream at him so much but i knew that would make his trip worse and it wouldn't help me much either.
i wanted to go back to the show, but i couldn't leave A alone. he keeps asking me where he is and what is going on and it angers me so much. Next he starts saying that he is going to die and feels increadibly shitty, which scares me. One thing i forgot to mention is that i didn't tell my parents i was going on this trip, so i'm scared that if A dies i'm going to be kicked out my house. A tells me to go get my phone and call his girlfriend because he wants to tell her he loves ehr before he dies, my phone is in the car.
i go get it and try to call his girl, but dial my home phone, cuz the numbers are real similar. Great move big guy.... My mom picks up the phone and i start crying ridicuously hard, i make up some bullshit story about being drunk and tired and it doesn't make sense so i hang the phone up asap. I wonder back to the campsite taking a long time and there are nitrous ballons everywhere and the people doing them scare me alot, like a whole whole lot, i feel like i have no friend and no one that loves me, i felt like there would be so much love at the festival and there was none.
i was scared for my life. i get back to the campsite and can't dila the phone anymore because i'm shaking so hard and crying my ass off. when i get back A seams to be much more into reality and starts kinda making fun of me which angers me more so i walk around the campsite confused on why he is making fun of me.
i realize at that point that i just talked to my mom on the phone while completely tripping face and that i was fucked. yay more depression! A wants to go take a shit. we are real far away from the pora potties so its gunna b a long walk, i fall a couple of times and get covered in mud which blows. once we get there A starts looking at some glass, the dealer is scary and yells at us for looking at the security gards who don't care about shit anyways.
then he yells at us for spitting on the ground, then he yells at us for walking away. i'm increadibly scared while i stand by myself waiting for A. once we get back to camp A continues to tell me he is feeling better and is hungry. we go get some grilled cheese which makes me feel better at least. i can't stop thinking about the phone call with my mother and it scares me.
A gets in the tent to go to sleep and i go to the car. being in thecar sleeping isn't to fun because i can see so many people walking around and its scary. i eventually get to sleep.
day 4.
we get up and leave because i'm dirty, and real real depressed and don't want to be there anymore
conclusion: that bad trip may have taken me away from psychadelics for a while, i'm still real depressed and don't know what i'm going to tell my mother, its hard for me to lie to her because she loves me alot, and its hard to say no to love. this trip report kinda sucks and i dont care, i'm going to bed. what could the 2c-i blotter have been? not L, not 5 meo amt either.
update: that trip has not taken me away from psychadelics for a while, i'm not depressed anymore and looking back on the trip it was a learning experiance anyways.
Day 1
Roll in at around six, stop at a gas station outside the festival for cigs, a guy offers us a great deal on a half sheet, so we pick it up. Once we get in the line of cars dealers start walking amoung the cars, so we pick up a gram of molly to. This sure was unexpected, lots of drugs before we even get to the festival. Once we can see the enterance to the festival me and A eat .1 molly, get in a set up camp.
Once camp is set up another .1 is eaten by both of us. After that i dont remeber some stuff... and then i remeber the molly hitting me like a sack of bricks, i decide to wear a tappestry because i didn't feel like wearing a shirt. On the way to see matisyaho (sp?) i am in a great mood, tons of happyness flows through my body as i talk with so much enthusiasm to random ppl, im looking forward to the fest so much at this point. Once we get to the stage we dance and get real into the scene loving everything so much. another .1 of molly is eaten and the dancing continues. I didn't sleep that night.
Day 2
We walk around the festival [snip], so we gain alot of money by sitting on our asses and getting fed ganja brownies for free haha. On the way back to the campsite we run into some guy selling 2c-i, at the time i was aware that 2c-i can't fit on blotter, but the guy had an honest face so i decided to buy it. at this point i dont know when i was gunna take it. we meet some people we met the night before and they told us that they had the max headrooms, and each ate one without anything special coming from it.
This made me kinda depressed because i was looking forward to having something besides L, i figured the blotter was DOx or brDfly at the time, i dont know why i had so much faith it it being active. we went back down to the campsite and i decided that i was gunna eat the 2c-i mystery blotter. if it was nothing then we had L i could eat, and if it worked, i'd be happy. after i eat it my bro decides to eat .2 of molly. we walk aroudn and run into some kids from our hometown and go chill at their campsite for a while. we run into a festy named stick, who was rambling on about dank beer and it was real funny cuz he was drunk and wierd a hat that had ears on it.
the people in the campsite next to them had also had the 2ci blotter and said they loved it. this gave me a lot more faith in the drug. we chill and smoke some heady nuggets. afterwards i notice a slight stimulation through my body, hard to describe, and i'm way to high cuz we didnt smoke that much. as time goes buy i notice the effects more and more, looking into the grass some strands are neon collors forming patterns everywhere. i look at the cars we are walking abuy, and they all have a beutiful rainbow outline, and seam to be ... deinflating...? i guess that would be the best way to describe it. we are sitting around our campsite, J that camped with us eats his second 1/8th of shrooms, cuz he didnt feel the first one, which doesnt make any sense, i honestly dont understand how you don't feel 1/8, let alone 1/4 (found out later he didnt really trip off them) also the night before he ate .2g of pure mdma and nothing happned this kid is wierd as hell! well anyways, some kid in the cmapsite next to us starts gaging on this shrooms and it looks to me like he puked all overhimself, at the time i was pretty sure he did and it was gross as hell, but he might not have it could have been me,cuz at this time i could see flowing colors ontop of tents and stuff... i'm spaced out as hell, kinda wobbly the whole time walking around and i guess i wasnt responding when people were talking to me. now i'm confused, at a pretty weak +3 and we decide to walk into the show.
on the way i saw a girl whose campsite got completely flooded and it made me so sad i was almost broguht to tears, i went and gave her a hug and told her i was sorry for what happened. my friends call me wierd and we head in. we actually did a line of cocaine before we walked to my campsite and i dont feel like going and editing im real high now... sorry... so we get there sit down i go pee, the badnn that is on is sweet, i have no clue what they are, but they areplaying with claypool , who is my hero. i'm not really into the music which kinda sucks, i'm really out of it, off in my own little world, it kinda sucked cuz i was real muddy also. next band : gabby lala, "hi guys, i'm gabby lala my favorite colors are blue and pink and i'm gunna play this song called the backpack, have to keep track of my backpack better pack it up and relax and kick back!" her voice is like a 5 year old and it made me so euphoric, i'm completely involved with her simple little song i was so happy! some girl playing with glow sticks infront of my grabs my attention, its amazing how good she is, then she turns in my direction, in the dark it looked like she had 8 eyes, like 4 sets all on the side of her head, i hear "this is for you honey" in my head and she starts twirling the glowsticks towards me.... maybe that was in my head but it made me feel like everyone there loved me and it was amazing. next claypool came on and i started staring at this neon string that was attached to ballows so it would float. claypool was staring at it to, because he told the crowd at the end of the show. i felt honored to be being spaced out and staring at the same thing as him, and it made me feel even more loved. i became convinced that later i would go meat gabby lala and les claypool and have the best time in my life and become best friends. that never happend, which makes me cry. lwe went and got giros. the giro guy helped me alot when he made my giro cuz i was still sooooooooooooo out of it and getting real nice patterning on the ground, also i looked up at the sky and it looked as the sky was pulsating! it was nuts! well anyways the lips come on which was great their show was nuts, i didnt have any major points of euphoria or major visuals after what i just said... i was pretty tired and it hit me pretty hard... we went back to the campsite and pretty quickily decided to try to sleep. A immediately starting snoring loudly which sucked. i never got to sleep, and i missed particle, although i could hear it perfectly.
oh ya i forgot to mention around noon it poured, and my campsite got flooded and i was soaking wet and real uncomfortable and covered in mud, also the concerts got pushed back 2 hrs cuz of the rain.
day 3:
this is the shitty day that sucked the most and by sucked the most i mean i was crying and confused and lonely because i had the worst trip of my life and it sucked so here it goes. the entire day me and A were just burnt out, we barely smoked at all that day, and i didnt drink (beer) at all, A did, and alot of it.
We were chillin up on the hill and pick up a 5 strip of white preferated, the good stuff, we chill with the dealer for a good while, she was sweet. We dose at the begining of keller's set, i dont know when that was. i dosed 2 hits A dosed 3, we had to leave early sunday and i was gunna b driving so i didn't want to be to spaced out, but looking back it would have been a better idea if i had dosed the extra half hit instead of giving it back to A.
when keller's 2 hr set ended A wasn't liking the vibe of the place that we were, which confused the hell out of me cuz the people around us were all our friends from home. he wants to leave and seams a little wierd, i'm real confused at this point and don't understand why he wants to leave this giant party with awesome music to go back to our flooded campsite.
After about a half hr of confusion and me asking him wear he wants to go and what he wants to do (he answered me different every time) we decide to head back to the campsite because he said he didn't like the vibe of the concert at all. I am torn appart by this because that band that was playing was amazing and i wanted to just party and jam all night.
walking back to the campsite i'm extremely extremely sad and get more depressed with every step and more confused, we get back to the campsite and adam sits down. At this point i am mad, but A was starting to tweak, and i knew that i couldnt show him my anger, because that would make it worse for him. i pace around the campsite in utter confusion not knowing what to do. A starts vomiting all over the campsite, great.
At this point i look at the stage and see all the pretty colors and the great music and start crying. i'm increadibly depressed and feel like my inner child died when i left the concert. i dont know what to do and i'm increadibly frusterated. A is in the tent holding is pillow yelling orders at me. He is extremly rude to me and it angers me even more. i wanted to scream at him so much but i knew that would make his trip worse and it wouldn't help me much either.
i wanted to go back to the show, but i couldn't leave A alone. he keeps asking me where he is and what is going on and it angers me so much. Next he starts saying that he is going to die and feels increadibly shitty, which scares me. One thing i forgot to mention is that i didn't tell my parents i was going on this trip, so i'm scared that if A dies i'm going to be kicked out my house. A tells me to go get my phone and call his girlfriend because he wants to tell her he loves ehr before he dies, my phone is in the car.
i go get it and try to call his girl, but dial my home phone, cuz the numbers are real similar. Great move big guy.... My mom picks up the phone and i start crying ridicuously hard, i make up some bullshit story about being drunk and tired and it doesn't make sense so i hang the phone up asap. I wonder back to the campsite taking a long time and there are nitrous ballons everywhere and the people doing them scare me alot, like a whole whole lot, i feel like i have no friend and no one that loves me, i felt like there would be so much love at the festival and there was none.
i was scared for my life. i get back to the campsite and can't dila the phone anymore because i'm shaking so hard and crying my ass off. when i get back A seams to be much more into reality and starts kinda making fun of me which angers me more so i walk around the campsite confused on why he is making fun of me.
i realize at that point that i just talked to my mom on the phone while completely tripping face and that i was fucked. yay more depression! A wants to go take a shit. we are real far away from the pora potties so its gunna b a long walk, i fall a couple of times and get covered in mud which blows. once we get there A starts looking at some glass, the dealer is scary and yells at us for looking at the security gards who don't care about shit anyways.
then he yells at us for spitting on the ground, then he yells at us for walking away. i'm increadibly scared while i stand by myself waiting for A. once we get back to camp A continues to tell me he is feeling better and is hungry. we go get some grilled cheese which makes me feel better at least. i can't stop thinking about the phone call with my mother and it scares me.
A gets in the tent to go to sleep and i go to the car. being in thecar sleeping isn't to fun because i can see so many people walking around and its scary. i eventually get to sleep.
day 4.
we get up and leave because i'm dirty, and real real depressed and don't want to be there anymore
conclusion: that bad trip may have taken me away from psychadelics for a while, i'm still real depressed and don't know what i'm going to tell my mother, its hard for me to lie to her because she loves me alot, and its hard to say no to love. this trip report kinda sucks and i dont care, i'm going to bed. what could the 2c-i blotter have been? not L, not 5 meo amt either.
update: that trip has not taken me away from psychadelics for a while, i'm not depressed anymore and looking back on the trip it was a learning experiance anyways.
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