KingoDJ
Bluelighter
Mephedrone 10g b/w 3 people – Experienced users – Ghostbusters annual charity ball
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Here I sit at 5am, some couple weeks after the incident I am going to report, the story still burnt deeply in my mind J but who knows, if it sucks, I just wont post it and it’ll stay to collect dust on my hard drive.
Let me set the scene, it was a Saturday morning, 7am’ish to be precise. We had just got back from a rave, to which I attended sober due to designated driver duties. The club was full of angry people that made for a horrible vibe and by the time we left I was feeling more than abit irritable and looking forward to what I had planned for the rest of the now day! So after driving home, all 2 and a half hours of it, in good spirits once we’d dropped a friend off who had gone on a lairy streak since being started on in the club, we laughed as we drove listening to tunes feeling relaxed and happy again. We arrived at our destination where my friend and I picked up 2 more friends, and we set sail on the mysterious highways to meet a man about a dog, where we acquired 10 grams of the finest Mephedrone I have yet to find. We headed back to our safe house, one of said picked up friends houses, a house I describe as having peaceful Indian spirits harboured within due to the peace it brings within me whenever I am there. I really do love that house, maybe it’s just the people I find there, but I still think something is the house!
But anyways…
I am unaware of how many reading this may have experienced Mephedrone, but in all my times doing it have only hallucinated once, and I put a lot of that down to working 31 hours in 48 hour period, followed by a 22 hour wreckage as soon as I got home from the second shift, sleep deprivation is a great natural high, as my visuals were of things related to my work. So none of us were expecting the experience we would have roughly 20 hours later.
Some more background info would be that at the same house on the same substance me and others have experienced a blue aura around the whole building, and have all experienced a mist not unlike a room that has been “hotboxed” but alas these were minor hallucinations again that did not last too long and were prescribed to have been a lack of sleep and somewhat placebo from the general effects of sleep deprivation.
The 4 of us settled down on sofas and dining chairs as accustomed wrapped up in duvets, listening to our preferred music of choice on a very low background level, a mixture of drinks and a bag of my secret princess as i've come to call her. I’m sure I'm not alone in saying that sitting racking lines brings a comfortable pleasure to ones self in a way that is not unlike some sort of OCD fetish, I just enjoy doing it, contently in my little corner, a lot like a production line, doing what I do best J
But alas enough of your time I have wasted with background info, for there we sat for a good 20 hours. Now around the 12 hour mark, as duly bound by tradition, the blue aura appeared once again, (I still get shivers and my eyes well up thinking about it J) first noticed out the back door when having a cigarette, this aura can be seen whenever you look into a darker space, and if you move towards it moves away from you, amusing if slightly sketchy after a while or if it catches you off guard.
But we continue on our merry little adventure, talk comes in bursts and is complete nonsense, the kind of talk that makes pure sense when you are on another level, there is a peace about the group that fills your heart with warmth, i’ve never felt this close to a group of friends in all my life, and i’ve only known them 6 months.
Further on into time, what I can only guess was around 12 midnight, a haze has started to fill the room, if you hold your hand in front of you, you can see the static in the air flickering between your fingers, like electric waves going back and forth, the whole room is filled with static, you can push it around like water, it divides if sliced, it is malleable. We all fell into seeing this at roughly the same time, and it could have been minutes, could have been an hour, but I know we sat there giggling about it waving our hands around, feel good fun, completely aware that we are tripping, and finding it a pleasant surprise. After refocusing on some conversation, I keep getting distracted by this hotbox effect that is filling the room, I keep asking if someone has lit a crafty cig indoors, but no one has. It comes and goes, sometimes disappearing all together, and varying in thickness, at times, all I can see is the fog, for a moment or 2 I start to sketch out, and remember it is merely the drugs, this settles me, and further more when the rest of my group also report the same phenomenon I am settled and at peace, again giggling at the pleasant surprise we are all receiving. At around 3:30am I go for a cigarette, I am stood by the back door, blue aura in full effect, smoke haze refining itself to the living room only, the blue aura is casting an outline on everything, kind of like some sort of night vision goggles, but blue instead of green.
Aware I am tripping major balls at this point if you’ll excuse the terminology!
As I finish my cigarette I flick the butt and i'm sure you are all aware of the television programme jackass, and a certain Chris Pontius?! Well if you are not youtube jackass party boy. This is what I was al of a sudden subjected to by 2 silhouettes that jumped thru the door at me. I screamed, I have no shame in saying that, it scared the shit out of me! There is a 1.5 metre space where the back door is with 2 doors coming off it, one for bathroom one for kitchen leading to living room, I ran to the living room, the silhouettes did not follow me. At this point my fellows were asking if I was okay, I laughed a nervous laugh with a shocked tear in my eye at what had just happened, for someone who has never tripped before, and wasn’t planning to, this was intense needless to say. I composed my self and said what just happened, understandably we all laughed at the absurdity of it. However I went to check whilst everyone watched me and poked my head round the corner into the shadow and alas, they were there waiting for me, but they would not follow me into the light. No one believed me; at this point I was certain they were real and no hallucination!
Enter the interesting world of perceived reality, with a bang!
I’m happy again now though, I didn’t die or anything, for fuck sake I got party boy’d by weird ghost like beings, what a laugh this is J I was thinking! At around 4:30am, the host of the gathering called it a night and headed for bed, reporting that the haziness was starting to get to her and tiredness was winning, we bid her farewell and thanked her for the invite once again J we each rolled a cigarette, myself and 2 others left now, and I was first to reach back door whilst the skittishness of a mind on drugs slowed down the cigarette making procedure. To my shock this time I was to see 3 big black men using a t shirt on a washing line as punch bag, as if they were at the gym. Blue aura lighting them up for all to see. Enter a state of panic again, but catch myself this time, partially thinking I don’t want o alert them to my presence they seem dangerous compared to my earlier encounter. I poke my head back thru the door and alert my chums to my latest discovery, they laugh and I point out i’m dead serious! They come down and as they can see the exact same thing as my best friend and me exclaims HOLY FUCK YOU WERE ACTUALLY SERIOUS to which I laughed. To my surprise they don’t notice us so we smoke our cigarette and return inside to discuss our findings. We are now sat lights off with a t towel over tele to dim the light some more, a blank screen on the tele where we are using it to play music thru the dvd player. We sit staring at the tele just enjoying the music coursing thru all of our senses, there is a nice euphoric feeling in the room very on top of the world and I can handle anything feeling, life isn’t that bad after all J I start to describe that I can see an image within the tele, it looks like Santa’s grotto or a production line of some sort. Both my companions are staring at the exact same image and we all point out numerous things on the screen that the other 2 can see.
At this point we are al feeling very connected, i’m not a religious person, so I don’t use the word spiritual in a religious way, but spiritual is the best way to describe it, I felt as if we were thinking as a collective mind, the others agreed, finishing each others sentences, pointing things out at the exact same time. We sat staring at that tele for a good hour pointing things out. Around 5:30am we decide its time for a cigarette. Just for reference we are al still doing lines every 5-20 minutes. As we walk to the kitchen we all exclaim at the same time as numerous “people” were seen running to the back door. We are excited, like children, and rush to the back door ourselves, but there is nothing this time, but I feel that there are eyes everywhere watching us, they fear the light from the kitchen, they are scared. We finish our cigarettes, and go to the kitchen, thru the window you can definitely see people looking thru, all 3 of us are seeing the exact same thing. At this point I am totally immersed that what we are seeing is real life there, any thought of hallucinations has long since left my mind, these are ghosts of some sort, or other beings, spirits whatever you may wish to call them. We go to the living room and I have decided we are going to finish the last 1.5 grams in dvd case length lines, because we are clearly being sent a message and this is our gateway.
The light comes on, the haze is thick as anything, my hairs are on end and I have goose bumps, but the good kind, the excited kind, excited that my 2 closest friends are experiencing the exact same thing as me. This is amazing, the best experience of my life, and i’m sharing it with my closest friends, euphoria is massive right now, I am feeling love for my companions on a level unknown to sober human beings, unspeakable compassion, I really would do anything to save the lives of these 2 individuals. 3 lines racked, 3 lines railed, and my companion says, we need the darkest deepest set we have on cd to play now, to entice this happening into existence once more, by dark understand I don’t mean scary or angry, but just a different sound, a constant stream of music, deep, in your brain. My friend says right, now we turn the light off, the room is set, the sofa is comfy and he makes the voyage across the room to the light switch.
Lights off…..
HOLY FUCKING ROBIN REDBREAST BATMAN! There is a unanimous gasp from all 3 of us… the room is crowded! Wall to wall,,, with people :O, still stood by the light switch, he bursts out laughing and says this is amazing as he walks across the room back to the sofa to sit down. At this point we are all convinced its ghosts. We sit for a minute and watch, at this point I notice the wall paper on the feature wall of the living room (which is dark purple with deceased dandelion skeletons (you know where you pick them and blow the seeds off) have progressed away from the wall and I exclaim that look even the pancake faces have come to say hello. They were like the protectors, overseeing the events in front of me; they said nothing, just leered politely over the entire living room like a lifeguard. After a few minutes of watching in stunned silence we all realise around the same time that in fact these ghosts are dancing. Ghosts of all shapes sizes ethnicity and gender, where in fact dancing, they’ve come for a rave. We decide we are the party central of the universe for fallen ravers across the world who have come back for the last dance, we all feel privileged. I try to talk to the ghosts feeling scared and excited at the same time, but they don’t seem to talk back. Instead we all just observe whilst saying how amazing this is. We decide its time for a cigarette, so we roll one each with only the light of the tele, so as to not scare the ghosts away. We walk to the kitchen and find that it is ram packed with more ghosts, we squeeze are way thru, so as not to disturb anyone and make our way to the back garden. Yet more ghosts all dancing and chatting in groups, just like a big rave. This is amazing.
We go into the smallish back garden and decide to take a look over the fence by standing on the bench on the middle of the garden. To our astonishment, outside the fence is somewhat of a different story, there are zombie looking things running wild, I see people fleeing in every direction, not unlike the film 28 days later. A few seconds later they have seemingly escaped, or the zombies have won, i’m unsure, but my friend exclaims that they are all back flipping and rolling around cheering. Then my other friend states she can see a pig, alas next to the bulldozer (which I checked the following day was actually there) was a pig, but it was the size of a massive prize winning cow! I look closely at the pig and it is scratching its hoove on the floor like a raging bull, I notice this is because the bulldozer is taunting it by moving its scoop horizontally from side to side. My friend jumps down from the bench and this seems to alert the zombies, I panic and shout they are coming this way now, and they started sprinting, my friend exclaims we should get inside and we stop because 2 huge men are fighting and we don’t want them to turn in us, I yell that they are coming thru the fence and just as I slammed the door shut they were there at the door. I locked the door.
We let out a laugh of relief that we had foiled their plan.
And I turn to see a man with a dinosaur for a head. Someone pointed out this was just dishes drying on the draining board and the man merely melted into some dishes on the draining board. Spooky I remember thinking. We head back to the living room to find that the ghosts had taken our seats, there was a couple making out and a group of 3 people sat talking me and one friend decided to jump on the sofa to see what would happened, I remember feeling apprehensive readying myself to this, what does exactly happen if you jump on a ghost? I shut my eyes took the 2 steps and jumped, nothing happened. Relief fills my body, we have reclaimed the sofa,,,, or have we? They are just sitting back down on us. My friend squeals, I jump, she says she can feel it touching her eye brow, there are 2 sat underneath her, I struggle to see in the dim light which face is actually hers, when she screams GET IT OUT me and my other friend panic and ask whats wrong and she screams its going thru my legs trying to pull me thru, we both grabbed hr and pushed her standing up which seemed to fix the problem, as quick as the panic comes it has gone again.
The other friend is now sat grinning ear to ear giggling, I ask why and he says there is a lovely 22 year old blond riding him as we speak, and there is, cue real life uncontrollable laughter, the cheeky bastard has managed to pull a ghost. I sit back and relax and watch, there is a group of 4 fat paparazzi looking photographers stood at the end of my feet, I slowly sit up and try to get closer, as I do get closer they fade into the Christmas tree that is sat in the corner of the room. This is when I notice a morbidly obese woman folded up like an ironing board on the floor. WTF?! I ask if shes okay but theres no reply, I put it down to partying to hard. Its around 7:30am now there are obviously bits I cant remember, but there was videos taken during all of this, which come into play later on, we were trying to capture this on film, a word of warning, if you can see this shit thru your minds eye when on drugs, you will still be able to see it way after you think you are sober on the films!
EN: a dog just barked outside, I jumped!
We realise that the sun will be making an appearance soon, so my friend decides to prolong this experience he will get the shower curtain from the bathroom to block the doorless entry to the kitchen, where light is starting to peer thru. He spends the best part of 10 minutes trying to cellotape it to the wall, it ends up on the floor, the sun is here, and the ghosts disappeared as soon as that first ray of light came thru the gap in the curtains, we were all massively disappointed. Out comes the baggie, theres about a gram left, or there abouts, I rack the lines in descending order, largest for me approx half gram, second for my male friend, aprox a 0.3 and the last around a 0.2 for my female friend as her tolerance levels are much less than my selves. We are determined to get the ghosts back and decide this is how to do it! Hovered up we sit back and relax, male friend has eyes shut head back, female friend sat cross-legged, me with feet outstretched on the pouffe! I ask him how hes feeling he says im trying to drift away, just close ya eyes, so I do and its surreal, In my minds eye I am the little arrow you find on your gps satnav, cascading at 200mph thru streets and alleyways made only of a blue line, I keep my eyes shut as long as possible, its intense, im holding on, like a scaletrix car that’s going to fast and crashes off on a sharp bend, I open my eyes just before it and dtsrt giggling, and this is where the fun ended.
To those of you who have bothered to read this far, the fun story ends here, I can confirm that the next 7 hours of my life where some of the scardest ive ever been, so if you are susceptible to large amounts of empathy, quit now whilst your ahead.
For those of you who are not this is how it went.
It is now around 8:30am. It is silent, I think we had a movie on at that point for some reason although it was merely background noise, im staring at the Christmas tree and the star made by a toddler out of cardboard and tinsel is moving, it isn’t a star, merely an evil bunny (I was referring to it then as a bunny, not a rabbit, so for the purpose of this report it will remain a bunny) sat upon a tree that was doing its side stretches before exercise, the tip bending roight down to the base back up then to the otherside. I was willing the tecnobunny down, with its flashing lights and lazer cannons, I wanted to know what its problem was, why it was here to spoil a good night, why it couldn’t leave its problem for another day. He kept going to come down then changing his mind and stayin gat the top. I watched this for half an hour muttering to myself, there was conversation between myself and my friends but I fail to remember what it was about. The tree started to bend less, the buinny returned to a star, and by 9am, all 3 of us agreed we were sober as a judge and wtf had just happened, we had deffo not tripped, we were part of a message that we had to pas on, buit no1 would believe us.
Honestly I have never felt as sober as I did right then, the lohic in my brain completely refusing to accept I must be massively wasted considering id drank 15 cans of lager and demolished 10grams of Mephedrone between 3 of us, we al felt fine, needless to say, clearly we were not, its easy to laugh looking back but there and then, this is when my shit got flipped! My eyes are involuntarily watering thinking about it. I remember just sat staring into space when I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye, the lampshade was moving. Cue your paranormal activities freak-outs, and it was not a good vibe at all. The lampshade started smoking repulsively and changed from purple to grey, the light staying where it was but the centre of the lampshade moving right to the edge to the point it wasn’t even covering the light bulb anymore, then back to centre again. Then the bulb started moving, it was id someone was holding it up so it was supported and it was pointing straight at me, I sank so far into the sofa it’s a miracle I ever got out again lol! But I started crying, not crying gas such but my eyes war streaming with fear, and I honestly thought to myself, i’m fucked right now, this is it.
There was a loud crash and the whole light moved 2 feet across the ceiling, but left no trace, as if the ceiling was made of water, so no cracks would appear, it did a full loop, we all watched it, to this day i’m till fathomed by it, fear like nothing I ever experienced coursed thru me at this point, I noticed my 2 friends were also scared at this point. We decided we should wake our mate and her bf so we could show them so as no to be blamed for the damage, the light bulb was now melting all over the pouffe and the floor, I remember shouting at the light because as soon as our friends bf came down it stopped moving and went back to its original place, I accused it of trying to make us look like fools, I went for a cigarette, those ghosts were staring through the window, hidden in the shade at the back of the house where there are 3 walls by the drain, their tone was not a happy one anymore, they seemed to be leering. I realise I am an emotional wreck finish my cigarette and find my other friend trying to show the boyfriend the videos of proof, he keeps saying were tripping, this angers me as the evidence is right there on the videos, I put it down to he is scared and refusing to believe it in the hope it goes away. Me and my 2 friends leave, we go to MacDonald’s because we all feel starving, I buy a big Mac and large fries, the big Mac is bright orange, I have one bite, it repulses me, it tastes of soil, I throw it all out the window, i’m having an emotional breakdown, eyes still streaming, right there and then me and my male friend both exclaim, what if we are dead? Honestly right then I believed it.
We head to my female friends house, where her mum is amused to see us, we tell her of our experience she tells us were tripping, this soothes me, I trust her judgement, being from an lsd era and experienced in trips from her younger days. We go to the computer to back up the videos and photos, because my friends phone is trying to wipe itself, it keeps freezing, the videos keep freeze framing and the stills are not the same location as where we were. We watch them back, and from the living room we spent the night in, the wall opposite the feature wall is also dark purple, accept now its not there, it’s a balcony wit ha table and a man drinking beer and a hiuuuuuge dog not unlike the dog of death! Other videos suggest more of the same, skulls, alternate universes, different settings to where we were, but I can account for every hour of the night that we didn’t go anywhere, so where have all these videos come form? Wtf is going oin! There is to much too explain from what we believed we saw in those videos, but it was like we had lead to separate nights that night, and we had crossed thru to a parallel universe where a different version of events happened and we had come back with the wrong phone or something like that. All of a sudden my male friend stops speaking half way thru a sentence, I look up he is staring out the window, he wont answer when I say his name, cue massive paranoia on levels i’ve never felt before right there and then I fort I was about to be killed by an unknown force, when he speaks, relief, or not! He points out a car on the opposite house’s drive, all fine, then he says now look at the reflection in the window, there are no roof bars (luggage racks) on that car but in the window there are. I cried under my hoodie again, I couldn’t comprehend how I could live like this for the rest of my life, still under the total belief that I was sober. My male friend was covered in blue from head to toe, like he had been splashed with paint, and we both sat and stared at our female friends arm which was smoking as if she had let off smoke grenade in her hand.
Emotional fucking wreck now!
Decide to drive back to friends house to give them something from her mum but they were either out or asleep when we went round, drove back to friends mums house, and crashed on the sofa, feeling very scared and alone. That was 4pm, woke up 9pm feeling very fragile, talked some more, feeling stable now and realising that we tripped seriously hard.
Drove the 40 miles home with male friend around 11pm, had one close encounter when a car came round a blind bend and I full on screamed at the pure unexpectancy, drove the whole way home with doors locked, couldn’t look purposefully at a light shade for 3 days. Met up with friend went back thru videos and could see nothing that we had previously seen in the videos, this was my closure that brung me back to reality for good again, and what makes me look back on this experience with great affection.
My female friends mum said that it is rare for people to experience the same trip as accurately as the 3 of us had, and that it takes a strong friendship to do what we all experienced, so I have come away feeling spiritually enlightened in that sense, I feel I have learnt so much about me, so much about life and so much about everything, without learning anything, I cant put a finger on it but I see things differently, hear things differently, my perspective on life has changed, not monumentally, but a fraction, something is different in my life since that night, and I am eternally grateful to have chanced upon this experience!
Its now 7:18am, I really should go to bed, but such is the nature of this event its not the sort of thing you can share with everyone, have been lurking here for a while now just reading and felt I could share my experience. If anyone reads it, thank you, I hope you enjoyed it, its made me smile writing this, I think i’m going to do a report every time no matter how small it is, because one day I will find this on my laptop and read it and laugh.
Thanks for listening, steady tripping people, and remember to respect it, or it’ll move light bulbs and make you think you’re possessed by the devil
****** please note i typed this up in word and copy and pasted and
smileys copy and paste as capital J's fpr spme reason *******Here I sit at 5am, some couple weeks after the incident I am going to report, the story still burnt deeply in my mind J but who knows, if it sucks, I just wont post it and it’ll stay to collect dust on my hard drive.
Let me set the scene, it was a Saturday morning, 7am’ish to be precise. We had just got back from a rave, to which I attended sober due to designated driver duties. The club was full of angry people that made for a horrible vibe and by the time we left I was feeling more than abit irritable and looking forward to what I had planned for the rest of the now day! So after driving home, all 2 and a half hours of it, in good spirits once we’d dropped a friend off who had gone on a lairy streak since being started on in the club, we laughed as we drove listening to tunes feeling relaxed and happy again. We arrived at our destination where my friend and I picked up 2 more friends, and we set sail on the mysterious highways to meet a man about a dog, where we acquired 10 grams of the finest Mephedrone I have yet to find. We headed back to our safe house, one of said picked up friends houses, a house I describe as having peaceful Indian spirits harboured within due to the peace it brings within me whenever I am there. I really do love that house, maybe it’s just the people I find there, but I still think something is the house!
But anyways…
I am unaware of how many reading this may have experienced Mephedrone, but in all my times doing it have only hallucinated once, and I put a lot of that down to working 31 hours in 48 hour period, followed by a 22 hour wreckage as soon as I got home from the second shift, sleep deprivation is a great natural high, as my visuals were of things related to my work. So none of us were expecting the experience we would have roughly 20 hours later.
Some more background info would be that at the same house on the same substance me and others have experienced a blue aura around the whole building, and have all experienced a mist not unlike a room that has been “hotboxed” but alas these were minor hallucinations again that did not last too long and were prescribed to have been a lack of sleep and somewhat placebo from the general effects of sleep deprivation.
The 4 of us settled down on sofas and dining chairs as accustomed wrapped up in duvets, listening to our preferred music of choice on a very low background level, a mixture of drinks and a bag of my secret princess as i've come to call her. I’m sure I'm not alone in saying that sitting racking lines brings a comfortable pleasure to ones self in a way that is not unlike some sort of OCD fetish, I just enjoy doing it, contently in my little corner, a lot like a production line, doing what I do best J
But alas enough of your time I have wasted with background info, for there we sat for a good 20 hours. Now around the 12 hour mark, as duly bound by tradition, the blue aura appeared once again, (I still get shivers and my eyes well up thinking about it J) first noticed out the back door when having a cigarette, this aura can be seen whenever you look into a darker space, and if you move towards it moves away from you, amusing if slightly sketchy after a while or if it catches you off guard.
But we continue on our merry little adventure, talk comes in bursts and is complete nonsense, the kind of talk that makes pure sense when you are on another level, there is a peace about the group that fills your heart with warmth, i’ve never felt this close to a group of friends in all my life, and i’ve only known them 6 months.
Further on into time, what I can only guess was around 12 midnight, a haze has started to fill the room, if you hold your hand in front of you, you can see the static in the air flickering between your fingers, like electric waves going back and forth, the whole room is filled with static, you can push it around like water, it divides if sliced, it is malleable. We all fell into seeing this at roughly the same time, and it could have been minutes, could have been an hour, but I know we sat there giggling about it waving our hands around, feel good fun, completely aware that we are tripping, and finding it a pleasant surprise. After refocusing on some conversation, I keep getting distracted by this hotbox effect that is filling the room, I keep asking if someone has lit a crafty cig indoors, but no one has. It comes and goes, sometimes disappearing all together, and varying in thickness, at times, all I can see is the fog, for a moment or 2 I start to sketch out, and remember it is merely the drugs, this settles me, and further more when the rest of my group also report the same phenomenon I am settled and at peace, again giggling at the pleasant surprise we are all receiving. At around 3:30am I go for a cigarette, I am stood by the back door, blue aura in full effect, smoke haze refining itself to the living room only, the blue aura is casting an outline on everything, kind of like some sort of night vision goggles, but blue instead of green.
Aware I am tripping major balls at this point if you’ll excuse the terminology!
As I finish my cigarette I flick the butt and i'm sure you are all aware of the television programme jackass, and a certain Chris Pontius?! Well if you are not youtube jackass party boy. This is what I was al of a sudden subjected to by 2 silhouettes that jumped thru the door at me. I screamed, I have no shame in saying that, it scared the shit out of me! There is a 1.5 metre space where the back door is with 2 doors coming off it, one for bathroom one for kitchen leading to living room, I ran to the living room, the silhouettes did not follow me. At this point my fellows were asking if I was okay, I laughed a nervous laugh with a shocked tear in my eye at what had just happened, for someone who has never tripped before, and wasn’t planning to, this was intense needless to say. I composed my self and said what just happened, understandably we all laughed at the absurdity of it. However I went to check whilst everyone watched me and poked my head round the corner into the shadow and alas, they were there waiting for me, but they would not follow me into the light. No one believed me; at this point I was certain they were real and no hallucination!
Enter the interesting world of perceived reality, with a bang!
I’m happy again now though, I didn’t die or anything, for fuck sake I got party boy’d by weird ghost like beings, what a laugh this is J I was thinking! At around 4:30am, the host of the gathering called it a night and headed for bed, reporting that the haziness was starting to get to her and tiredness was winning, we bid her farewell and thanked her for the invite once again J we each rolled a cigarette, myself and 2 others left now, and I was first to reach back door whilst the skittishness of a mind on drugs slowed down the cigarette making procedure. To my shock this time I was to see 3 big black men using a t shirt on a washing line as punch bag, as if they were at the gym. Blue aura lighting them up for all to see. Enter a state of panic again, but catch myself this time, partially thinking I don’t want o alert them to my presence they seem dangerous compared to my earlier encounter. I poke my head back thru the door and alert my chums to my latest discovery, they laugh and I point out i’m dead serious! They come down and as they can see the exact same thing as my best friend and me exclaims HOLY FUCK YOU WERE ACTUALLY SERIOUS to which I laughed. To my surprise they don’t notice us so we smoke our cigarette and return inside to discuss our findings. We are now sat lights off with a t towel over tele to dim the light some more, a blank screen on the tele where we are using it to play music thru the dvd player. We sit staring at the tele just enjoying the music coursing thru all of our senses, there is a nice euphoric feeling in the room very on top of the world and I can handle anything feeling, life isn’t that bad after all J I start to describe that I can see an image within the tele, it looks like Santa’s grotto or a production line of some sort. Both my companions are staring at the exact same image and we all point out numerous things on the screen that the other 2 can see.
At this point we are al feeling very connected, i’m not a religious person, so I don’t use the word spiritual in a religious way, but spiritual is the best way to describe it, I felt as if we were thinking as a collective mind, the others agreed, finishing each others sentences, pointing things out at the exact same time. We sat staring at that tele for a good hour pointing things out. Around 5:30am we decide its time for a cigarette. Just for reference we are al still doing lines every 5-20 minutes. As we walk to the kitchen we all exclaim at the same time as numerous “people” were seen running to the back door. We are excited, like children, and rush to the back door ourselves, but there is nothing this time, but I feel that there are eyes everywhere watching us, they fear the light from the kitchen, they are scared. We finish our cigarettes, and go to the kitchen, thru the window you can definitely see people looking thru, all 3 of us are seeing the exact same thing. At this point I am totally immersed that what we are seeing is real life there, any thought of hallucinations has long since left my mind, these are ghosts of some sort, or other beings, spirits whatever you may wish to call them. We go to the living room and I have decided we are going to finish the last 1.5 grams in dvd case length lines, because we are clearly being sent a message and this is our gateway.
The light comes on, the haze is thick as anything, my hairs are on end and I have goose bumps, but the good kind, the excited kind, excited that my 2 closest friends are experiencing the exact same thing as me. This is amazing, the best experience of my life, and i’m sharing it with my closest friends, euphoria is massive right now, I am feeling love for my companions on a level unknown to sober human beings, unspeakable compassion, I really would do anything to save the lives of these 2 individuals. 3 lines racked, 3 lines railed, and my companion says, we need the darkest deepest set we have on cd to play now, to entice this happening into existence once more, by dark understand I don’t mean scary or angry, but just a different sound, a constant stream of music, deep, in your brain. My friend says right, now we turn the light off, the room is set, the sofa is comfy and he makes the voyage across the room to the light switch.
Lights off…..
HOLY FUCKING ROBIN REDBREAST BATMAN! There is a unanimous gasp from all 3 of us… the room is crowded! Wall to wall,,, with people :O, still stood by the light switch, he bursts out laughing and says this is amazing as he walks across the room back to the sofa to sit down. At this point we are all convinced its ghosts. We sit for a minute and watch, at this point I notice the wall paper on the feature wall of the living room (which is dark purple with deceased dandelion skeletons (you know where you pick them and blow the seeds off) have progressed away from the wall and I exclaim that look even the pancake faces have come to say hello. They were like the protectors, overseeing the events in front of me; they said nothing, just leered politely over the entire living room like a lifeguard. After a few minutes of watching in stunned silence we all realise around the same time that in fact these ghosts are dancing. Ghosts of all shapes sizes ethnicity and gender, where in fact dancing, they’ve come for a rave. We decide we are the party central of the universe for fallen ravers across the world who have come back for the last dance, we all feel privileged. I try to talk to the ghosts feeling scared and excited at the same time, but they don’t seem to talk back. Instead we all just observe whilst saying how amazing this is. We decide its time for a cigarette, so we roll one each with only the light of the tele, so as to not scare the ghosts away. We walk to the kitchen and find that it is ram packed with more ghosts, we squeeze are way thru, so as not to disturb anyone and make our way to the back garden. Yet more ghosts all dancing and chatting in groups, just like a big rave. This is amazing.
We go into the smallish back garden and decide to take a look over the fence by standing on the bench on the middle of the garden. To our astonishment, outside the fence is somewhat of a different story, there are zombie looking things running wild, I see people fleeing in every direction, not unlike the film 28 days later. A few seconds later they have seemingly escaped, or the zombies have won, i’m unsure, but my friend exclaims that they are all back flipping and rolling around cheering. Then my other friend states she can see a pig, alas next to the bulldozer (which I checked the following day was actually there) was a pig, but it was the size of a massive prize winning cow! I look closely at the pig and it is scratching its hoove on the floor like a raging bull, I notice this is because the bulldozer is taunting it by moving its scoop horizontally from side to side. My friend jumps down from the bench and this seems to alert the zombies, I panic and shout they are coming this way now, and they started sprinting, my friend exclaims we should get inside and we stop because 2 huge men are fighting and we don’t want them to turn in us, I yell that they are coming thru the fence and just as I slammed the door shut they were there at the door. I locked the door.
We let out a laugh of relief that we had foiled their plan.
And I turn to see a man with a dinosaur for a head. Someone pointed out this was just dishes drying on the draining board and the man merely melted into some dishes on the draining board. Spooky I remember thinking. We head back to the living room to find that the ghosts had taken our seats, there was a couple making out and a group of 3 people sat talking me and one friend decided to jump on the sofa to see what would happened, I remember feeling apprehensive readying myself to this, what does exactly happen if you jump on a ghost? I shut my eyes took the 2 steps and jumped, nothing happened. Relief fills my body, we have reclaimed the sofa,,,, or have we? They are just sitting back down on us. My friend squeals, I jump, she says she can feel it touching her eye brow, there are 2 sat underneath her, I struggle to see in the dim light which face is actually hers, when she screams GET IT OUT me and my other friend panic and ask whats wrong and she screams its going thru my legs trying to pull me thru, we both grabbed hr and pushed her standing up which seemed to fix the problem, as quick as the panic comes it has gone again.
The other friend is now sat grinning ear to ear giggling, I ask why and he says there is a lovely 22 year old blond riding him as we speak, and there is, cue real life uncontrollable laughter, the cheeky bastard has managed to pull a ghost. I sit back and relax and watch, there is a group of 4 fat paparazzi looking photographers stood at the end of my feet, I slowly sit up and try to get closer, as I do get closer they fade into the Christmas tree that is sat in the corner of the room. This is when I notice a morbidly obese woman folded up like an ironing board on the floor. WTF?! I ask if shes okay but theres no reply, I put it down to partying to hard. Its around 7:30am now there are obviously bits I cant remember, but there was videos taken during all of this, which come into play later on, we were trying to capture this on film, a word of warning, if you can see this shit thru your minds eye when on drugs, you will still be able to see it way after you think you are sober on the films!
EN: a dog just barked outside, I jumped!
We realise that the sun will be making an appearance soon, so my friend decides to prolong this experience he will get the shower curtain from the bathroom to block the doorless entry to the kitchen, where light is starting to peer thru. He spends the best part of 10 minutes trying to cellotape it to the wall, it ends up on the floor, the sun is here, and the ghosts disappeared as soon as that first ray of light came thru the gap in the curtains, we were all massively disappointed. Out comes the baggie, theres about a gram left, or there abouts, I rack the lines in descending order, largest for me approx half gram, second for my male friend, aprox a 0.3 and the last around a 0.2 for my female friend as her tolerance levels are much less than my selves. We are determined to get the ghosts back and decide this is how to do it! Hovered up we sit back and relax, male friend has eyes shut head back, female friend sat cross-legged, me with feet outstretched on the pouffe! I ask him how hes feeling he says im trying to drift away, just close ya eyes, so I do and its surreal, In my minds eye I am the little arrow you find on your gps satnav, cascading at 200mph thru streets and alleyways made only of a blue line, I keep my eyes shut as long as possible, its intense, im holding on, like a scaletrix car that’s going to fast and crashes off on a sharp bend, I open my eyes just before it and dtsrt giggling, and this is where the fun ended.
To those of you who have bothered to read this far, the fun story ends here, I can confirm that the next 7 hours of my life where some of the scardest ive ever been, so if you are susceptible to large amounts of empathy, quit now whilst your ahead.
For those of you who are not this is how it went.
It is now around 8:30am. It is silent, I think we had a movie on at that point for some reason although it was merely background noise, im staring at the Christmas tree and the star made by a toddler out of cardboard and tinsel is moving, it isn’t a star, merely an evil bunny (I was referring to it then as a bunny, not a rabbit, so for the purpose of this report it will remain a bunny) sat upon a tree that was doing its side stretches before exercise, the tip bending roight down to the base back up then to the otherside. I was willing the tecnobunny down, with its flashing lights and lazer cannons, I wanted to know what its problem was, why it was here to spoil a good night, why it couldn’t leave its problem for another day. He kept going to come down then changing his mind and stayin gat the top. I watched this for half an hour muttering to myself, there was conversation between myself and my friends but I fail to remember what it was about. The tree started to bend less, the buinny returned to a star, and by 9am, all 3 of us agreed we were sober as a judge and wtf had just happened, we had deffo not tripped, we were part of a message that we had to pas on, buit no1 would believe us.
Honestly I have never felt as sober as I did right then, the lohic in my brain completely refusing to accept I must be massively wasted considering id drank 15 cans of lager and demolished 10grams of Mephedrone between 3 of us, we al felt fine, needless to say, clearly we were not, its easy to laugh looking back but there and then, this is when my shit got flipped! My eyes are involuntarily watering thinking about it. I remember just sat staring into space when I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye, the lampshade was moving. Cue your paranormal activities freak-outs, and it was not a good vibe at all. The lampshade started smoking repulsively and changed from purple to grey, the light staying where it was but the centre of the lampshade moving right to the edge to the point it wasn’t even covering the light bulb anymore, then back to centre again. Then the bulb started moving, it was id someone was holding it up so it was supported and it was pointing straight at me, I sank so far into the sofa it’s a miracle I ever got out again lol! But I started crying, not crying gas such but my eyes war streaming with fear, and I honestly thought to myself, i’m fucked right now, this is it.
There was a loud crash and the whole light moved 2 feet across the ceiling, but left no trace, as if the ceiling was made of water, so no cracks would appear, it did a full loop, we all watched it, to this day i’m till fathomed by it, fear like nothing I ever experienced coursed thru me at this point, I noticed my 2 friends were also scared at this point. We decided we should wake our mate and her bf so we could show them so as no to be blamed for the damage, the light bulb was now melting all over the pouffe and the floor, I remember shouting at the light because as soon as our friends bf came down it stopped moving and went back to its original place, I accused it of trying to make us look like fools, I went for a cigarette, those ghosts were staring through the window, hidden in the shade at the back of the house where there are 3 walls by the drain, their tone was not a happy one anymore, they seemed to be leering. I realise I am an emotional wreck finish my cigarette and find my other friend trying to show the boyfriend the videos of proof, he keeps saying were tripping, this angers me as the evidence is right there on the videos, I put it down to he is scared and refusing to believe it in the hope it goes away. Me and my 2 friends leave, we go to MacDonald’s because we all feel starving, I buy a big Mac and large fries, the big Mac is bright orange, I have one bite, it repulses me, it tastes of soil, I throw it all out the window, i’m having an emotional breakdown, eyes still streaming, right there and then me and my male friend both exclaim, what if we are dead? Honestly right then I believed it.
We head to my female friends house, where her mum is amused to see us, we tell her of our experience she tells us were tripping, this soothes me, I trust her judgement, being from an lsd era and experienced in trips from her younger days. We go to the computer to back up the videos and photos, because my friends phone is trying to wipe itself, it keeps freezing, the videos keep freeze framing and the stills are not the same location as where we were. We watch them back, and from the living room we spent the night in, the wall opposite the feature wall is also dark purple, accept now its not there, it’s a balcony wit ha table and a man drinking beer and a hiuuuuuge dog not unlike the dog of death! Other videos suggest more of the same, skulls, alternate universes, different settings to where we were, but I can account for every hour of the night that we didn’t go anywhere, so where have all these videos come form? Wtf is going oin! There is to much too explain from what we believed we saw in those videos, but it was like we had lead to separate nights that night, and we had crossed thru to a parallel universe where a different version of events happened and we had come back with the wrong phone or something like that. All of a sudden my male friend stops speaking half way thru a sentence, I look up he is staring out the window, he wont answer when I say his name, cue massive paranoia on levels i’ve never felt before right there and then I fort I was about to be killed by an unknown force, when he speaks, relief, or not! He points out a car on the opposite house’s drive, all fine, then he says now look at the reflection in the window, there are no roof bars (luggage racks) on that car but in the window there are. I cried under my hoodie again, I couldn’t comprehend how I could live like this for the rest of my life, still under the total belief that I was sober. My male friend was covered in blue from head to toe, like he had been splashed with paint, and we both sat and stared at our female friends arm which was smoking as if she had let off smoke grenade in her hand.
Emotional fucking wreck now!
Decide to drive back to friends house to give them something from her mum but they were either out or asleep when we went round, drove back to friends mums house, and crashed on the sofa, feeling very scared and alone. That was 4pm, woke up 9pm feeling very fragile, talked some more, feeling stable now and realising that we tripped seriously hard.
Drove the 40 miles home with male friend around 11pm, had one close encounter when a car came round a blind bend and I full on screamed at the pure unexpectancy, drove the whole way home with doors locked, couldn’t look purposefully at a light shade for 3 days. Met up with friend went back thru videos and could see nothing that we had previously seen in the videos, this was my closure that brung me back to reality for good again, and what makes me look back on this experience with great affection.
My female friends mum said that it is rare for people to experience the same trip as accurately as the 3 of us had, and that it takes a strong friendship to do what we all experienced, so I have come away feeling spiritually enlightened in that sense, I feel I have learnt so much about me, so much about life and so much about everything, without learning anything, I cant put a finger on it but I see things differently, hear things differently, my perspective on life has changed, not monumentally, but a fraction, something is different in my life since that night, and I am eternally grateful to have chanced upon this experience!
Its now 7:18am, I really should go to bed, but such is the nature of this event its not the sort of thing you can share with everyone, have been lurking here for a while now just reading and felt I could share my experience. If anyone reads it, thank you, I hope you enjoyed it, its made me smile writing this, I think i’m going to do a report every time no matter how small it is, because one day I will find this on my laptop and read it and laugh.
Thanks for listening, steady tripping people, and remember to respect it, or it’ll move light bulbs and make you think you’re possessed by the devil
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