Cpt.Caveman
Bluelighter
Alright, for some background information...I have taken a fair amount of pills in my pill career, the most taken in a night being 3 and the most taken at one time being 1. I have never double dropped because I'm too worried about the tolerance that it might develope for future rolls. I usually have a relatively high tolerance to mdma, one pill not taking me as high as most but I don't usually chase highs. I prefer to take pills to enhance the music and the dancing when I go out. I usually start off on a whole then take halves to keep the peak up until I start the downward spiral.
Other drugs I've had are weed, speed, rush (amyl), acid and dxm.
The pills I had were white MX's, very clean strong mdma if you haven't heard of them.
11pm- Arrived at a one of my preferred nightclubs for an uplifting trance night with a few friends and was gobsmacked by the production of the club-night, starting off an awesome night. Sat around and started to feel the music and dance in my seat, already mystified by the lasers on the dancefloor.
11:30pm- Shafted my first pill. It had to be one of the most uncomfortable things I have ever done to myself and the only thing that pushed me knuckle past knuckle was the thought of a pill high like never before. Apart from the sensation of a finger briefly being up my exit hole, it felt okay and bearable. If anything there was a wierd feeling like in 20 minutes I would need to go to the toilet but I knew it was just the pill dissolving. I sat back down and got into the mood of the night. One friend had shafted a whole and another had shafted a half and swallowed the other. I knew what to expect of these pills so I played the waiting game, eager to see what an 80-90% absorbtion rate from different mdma receptors would be like.
12:00am- One of my favourite DJ's was going to start in half and hour and the dance floor hadn't fully packed out yet so we went up to dance. As soon as I stood up I though "oooooh I feel good!". There was a feeling of warmth going all over my body but it felt like it was coming from my lower abdomen or even inside my ass! Probably quite true. Starting dancing and getting into the music forgetting about the pill but already feeling great.
12:15am- Huge warm pill rushes filled my whole body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. They felt like an orgasm taking over my whole body but without the electrified feeling that real orgasms have (if you can imagine that). The feeling seemed most intense in the lower body again. Both other friends who had shafted had huge grins and could barely dance.
12:30am- Oh the bliss! I was so overwhealmed by these warm rushes of pleasure all over my body that I couldn't even talk! Dancing was cut down to the basics. A little bit of a bop and jelly like arm movements were all I could manage, a huge ear to ear grin filling my face. From this point on you couldn't say that I was off my trolley, the trolley had knocked me over! Both friends looked like they were having a time as good as mine but none of us had to say a word because we all understood what each of us were feeling.
1:00am- The rushes had settled down and I was into an extremely intense peak. The lasers and the music had taken my complete attention and I honestly couldn't tell you if I were dancing or not. I probably was, just like I was off my head, haha! I had forgotten all about my favourite DJ being on but the music was awesome uplifting trance, a perfect pillow for my state. The sweet melodies were bringing extreme emotions of happyness, nostalgia, sorrow and excitement from deep within me. An ear to ear smile being the only expression of it. I closed my eyes and danced like I didn't care.
2:30am- I had danced like an animal the whole time! Full of energy, feeling the music like it was a part of me or a reflection of things in my life. One of my favourite local trance acts had gone and finished and could barely remember it but I knew it was great. One of my other shafting buddies was going to have another half a pill and offered me the other half. How could I refuse? Entering the toilet cubicle cue I started chatting with a random gurner, the conversation starting off with him coming to me with "I'm glad it looks like someones having a night as good as I am". "God I don't look that fucked do I?" I thought to myself but had a good conversation with a birthday gurner. My mate came out of the cubicle and gave me half his pill and I went into the cubicle. A quick decision came over me to shaft this half as well. I thought "I'm so high right now that I could probably get lost in this cubicle but how high can I get?". Down periscope, another half up the poo whole. An instant rush hitting me as I did it, probably just a placebo effect. Back to the dancefloor.
3:00am- Well and truly munted. Pill fucked in its truest sense. 5 minutes would pass and feel like an hour. My mate that shared his pill with me is a really good friend to go out with because we always seem on the same wavelength with our drugs and moods. In the middle of dancing we both engaged in a pill fucked communication where we would both mime out musical instruments. Everything from drums, guitar, double bass, flute and even the triangle! No instrument was spared! Both of us completely involved in it, completely forgetting about the music and the rest of the dancefloor around us. When we both thought there we no instruments left we had a huge laugh and went back to dancing.
3:30am- An intense peak putting me right into the clouds. Gurning and hallucinating. What more could you ask for? I had never actually gurned before, I had been missing out until this point. Slight OEV's such as a water bottle on the floor looking like a mobile phone with multiple flashing lights as buttons, the back wall of the club behind the DJ's was black with little star lights to make it look like the nights sky and I was convinced that it was at one stage. Plane's guidance lights slowly flashing their way across the sky. The CEV's were quite strong and vivid as well. Callidascope (spelling?) images morphing and changing colours behind my eyelids, so beautiful! A person on the dancefloor tried to start conversation with me but I was too fucked to engage in it. Usually I love talking to randoms at clubs but this time I was in so much bliss at that time that I didn't need to. The water in my bottle felt like thick cream as I swallowed it, almost tasting sweet. I got lost in the music and danced the night away.
6:00am- EEEEEK! The lights!!!! The lights in the club had gone on already, time to go home. Where had the last couple of hours gone!!?!?! It felt like I had only danced to a few songs and the night was over already. I knew I had a great time and had some faint memories of leaving the club and going for a mission into the park across the road to have a rest. While we were walking around in the park I could remember feeling so floaty that I couldn't feel my body and was not conscious that I was walking. It was just my smiley face head floating around 8 feet above the ground.
We got outside the club and without the music and club atmosphere I had already begun to come down. No more peak, no more small plateu, just a scattered comedown before me. I didn't feel grumpy at all, at this stage, just the feeling of quiet satisfaction you get as you start to come down off a good pill.
We all sat down at a coffee shop watching people go to work in their business suits and uniforms feeling extremely seedy. No decisions could be made. We just sat there until someone would do something constructive, my comedown getting quite bad and grumpy. We decided to take a ferry to the beach and get some Robitussin DX. Thats another story, the trip report is around here somewhere.
The whole next week I was grumpy and depressed. Completely and utterly robbed of all my seratonin and it felt like my brain wasn't in any hurry to rebuild it. If you only absorb around 40% of a pill when you swallow it and 80-90% when you shaft it, I had just double dropped then topped up with a whole a couple of hours later. That night caused me to develope a tolerance to pills but I'm not complaining at all. That night sent me as high I could have liked to be. The whole body sensation was like nothing I could describe, the only thing I knew was that it was overwhealmingly good!
Will I ever do it again? I doubt it unless I want to remember whats its like to be a gurner again.
I hope you got something from my report
Thanks for reading if you got this far.
Other drugs I've had are weed, speed, rush (amyl), acid and dxm.
The pills I had were white MX's, very clean strong mdma if you haven't heard of them.
11pm- Arrived at a one of my preferred nightclubs for an uplifting trance night with a few friends and was gobsmacked by the production of the club-night, starting off an awesome night. Sat around and started to feel the music and dance in my seat, already mystified by the lasers on the dancefloor.
11:30pm- Shafted my first pill. It had to be one of the most uncomfortable things I have ever done to myself and the only thing that pushed me knuckle past knuckle was the thought of a pill high like never before. Apart from the sensation of a finger briefly being up my exit hole, it felt okay and bearable. If anything there was a wierd feeling like in 20 minutes I would need to go to the toilet but I knew it was just the pill dissolving. I sat back down and got into the mood of the night. One friend had shafted a whole and another had shafted a half and swallowed the other. I knew what to expect of these pills so I played the waiting game, eager to see what an 80-90% absorbtion rate from different mdma receptors would be like.
12:00am- One of my favourite DJ's was going to start in half and hour and the dance floor hadn't fully packed out yet so we went up to dance. As soon as I stood up I though "oooooh I feel good!". There was a feeling of warmth going all over my body but it felt like it was coming from my lower abdomen or even inside my ass! Probably quite true. Starting dancing and getting into the music forgetting about the pill but already feeling great.
12:15am- Huge warm pill rushes filled my whole body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. They felt like an orgasm taking over my whole body but without the electrified feeling that real orgasms have (if you can imagine that). The feeling seemed most intense in the lower body again. Both other friends who had shafted had huge grins and could barely dance.
12:30am- Oh the bliss! I was so overwhealmed by these warm rushes of pleasure all over my body that I couldn't even talk! Dancing was cut down to the basics. A little bit of a bop and jelly like arm movements were all I could manage, a huge ear to ear grin filling my face. From this point on you couldn't say that I was off my trolley, the trolley had knocked me over! Both friends looked like they were having a time as good as mine but none of us had to say a word because we all understood what each of us were feeling.
1:00am- The rushes had settled down and I was into an extremely intense peak. The lasers and the music had taken my complete attention and I honestly couldn't tell you if I were dancing or not. I probably was, just like I was off my head, haha! I had forgotten all about my favourite DJ being on but the music was awesome uplifting trance, a perfect pillow for my state. The sweet melodies were bringing extreme emotions of happyness, nostalgia, sorrow and excitement from deep within me. An ear to ear smile being the only expression of it. I closed my eyes and danced like I didn't care.
2:30am- I had danced like an animal the whole time! Full of energy, feeling the music like it was a part of me or a reflection of things in my life. One of my favourite local trance acts had gone and finished and could barely remember it but I knew it was great. One of my other shafting buddies was going to have another half a pill and offered me the other half. How could I refuse? Entering the toilet cubicle cue I started chatting with a random gurner, the conversation starting off with him coming to me with "I'm glad it looks like someones having a night as good as I am". "God I don't look that fucked do I?" I thought to myself but had a good conversation with a birthday gurner. My mate came out of the cubicle and gave me half his pill and I went into the cubicle. A quick decision came over me to shaft this half as well. I thought "I'm so high right now that I could probably get lost in this cubicle but how high can I get?". Down periscope, another half up the poo whole. An instant rush hitting me as I did it, probably just a placebo effect. Back to the dancefloor.
3:00am- Well and truly munted. Pill fucked in its truest sense. 5 minutes would pass and feel like an hour. My mate that shared his pill with me is a really good friend to go out with because we always seem on the same wavelength with our drugs and moods. In the middle of dancing we both engaged in a pill fucked communication where we would both mime out musical instruments. Everything from drums, guitar, double bass, flute and even the triangle! No instrument was spared! Both of us completely involved in it, completely forgetting about the music and the rest of the dancefloor around us. When we both thought there we no instruments left we had a huge laugh and went back to dancing.
3:30am- An intense peak putting me right into the clouds. Gurning and hallucinating. What more could you ask for? I had never actually gurned before, I had been missing out until this point. Slight OEV's such as a water bottle on the floor looking like a mobile phone with multiple flashing lights as buttons, the back wall of the club behind the DJ's was black with little star lights to make it look like the nights sky and I was convinced that it was at one stage. Plane's guidance lights slowly flashing their way across the sky. The CEV's were quite strong and vivid as well. Callidascope (spelling?) images morphing and changing colours behind my eyelids, so beautiful! A person on the dancefloor tried to start conversation with me but I was too fucked to engage in it. Usually I love talking to randoms at clubs but this time I was in so much bliss at that time that I didn't need to. The water in my bottle felt like thick cream as I swallowed it, almost tasting sweet. I got lost in the music and danced the night away.
6:00am- EEEEEK! The lights!!!! The lights in the club had gone on already, time to go home. Where had the last couple of hours gone!!?!?! It felt like I had only danced to a few songs and the night was over already. I knew I had a great time and had some faint memories of leaving the club and going for a mission into the park across the road to have a rest. While we were walking around in the park I could remember feeling so floaty that I couldn't feel my body and was not conscious that I was walking. It was just my smiley face head floating around 8 feet above the ground.
We got outside the club and without the music and club atmosphere I had already begun to come down. No more peak, no more small plateu, just a scattered comedown before me. I didn't feel grumpy at all, at this stage, just the feeling of quiet satisfaction you get as you start to come down off a good pill.
We all sat down at a coffee shop watching people go to work in their business suits and uniforms feeling extremely seedy. No decisions could be made. We just sat there until someone would do something constructive, my comedown getting quite bad and grumpy. We decided to take a ferry to the beach and get some Robitussin DX. Thats another story, the trip report is around here somewhere.
The whole next week I was grumpy and depressed. Completely and utterly robbed of all my seratonin and it felt like my brain wasn't in any hurry to rebuild it. If you only absorb around 40% of a pill when you swallow it and 80-90% when you shaft it, I had just double dropped then topped up with a whole a couple of hours later. That night caused me to develope a tolerance to pills but I'm not complaining at all. That night sent me as high I could have liked to be. The whole body sensation was like nothing I could describe, the only thing I knew was that it was overwhealmingly good!
Will I ever do it again? I doubt it unless I want to remember whats its like to be a gurner again.
I hope you got something from my report
Thanks for reading if you got this far.
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