cuddlefish
Bluelighter
This is very long winded but it is, as anyone knows about E, it is as much about the situation and the people you are with as the experience of the drug.
BACKGROUND:
Firstly for the purpose of general information, I’m a fairly infrequent user having dropped a total of five pills on five separate occasions with breaks in between two weeks and seven months. I usually try to keep the breaks between rolls at least six weeks. I am also however no newbie to the scene, raving three years before experiencing MDMA or any other substance for that matter. I’m 6’4’ and weigh around 80 Kg.
This night had been in planning for a while. It was to be a new experience for three of my friends who had never been to a rave before and haven't had a lot of experience in the world outside of uni, W, A and N. They had absolutely no idea of what the scene was like outside of techno music and Human Traffic which I'd shown them a few weeks before in an effort to reduce the shock somewhat. Also in the crew was B (A's boy who had dropped with us last year to the disapproval of A's prudish tendencies), Urbanhog, a bluelighter who we meet in the city for the first time and my girl Smileyfish. Only a few of us were certain of dropping but the option was there for all.
The night started with a meetup including dinner and drinks in the city which lasted a couple of hours where we saw some old faces and meet some new ones. We gathered everyone going to the event and proceeded to train there, getting a feel for each others mood as we went. Lots of drug discussion ensued between Urbie and myself. I realise just how little experience with drugs I've had.
Speaking of little experience, I had a small amount of meth left over from another night (an entire quarter of a point) dissolved in water, which I thought I might as well polish off before going in. On our way in I find myself getting searched like never before. The bouncers wanted to see everything in my pockets and were a little surprised to see a pack of earplugs. We spent the time between around 10 and 11 getting the newbies comfortable and showing them around the different music in each room before getting a comfortable corner to ourselves in the breaks room. I grabbed a beer and chatted to Urbie as I started to feel the little bit of meth previously ingested. So after a chat I decide to jump on the opportunity and go have a dance, leaving everyone to there own devices for a while.
FIRST DROP:
A little while before twelve, I decide to see how everyone's doing and after more chatting Smiley and W decide to drop (half for W). The pills were white tridents, a good clean dose of MDMA, tested and previously eaten by myself. So all goes well. I ensure that W knows that I'll look after him wont leave him alone by himself. I decide that I'd like to save myself for later in the evening as the DJ sets were of very high quality all through to the end of the night. I decide on ingesting a small amount of powder (50mg, yes it was weighed accurately) by dissolving it in my drink and proceed to sip as I was only looking for a little pick up so I could still pay close attention to W.
During this time Smiley, B and A decided to go for a stroll and not long after we somehow lost Urbie. We wait for a little while and decide to catch one of the headliners in the main room. It must have only been 20 minutes but I noticed W stance relax and change as we got to the bar. I asked him “How ya going??” not needing a response from the grinning face nodding in my general direction.
I love nothing more than introducing new people to the scene, with or without the drugs. The look of appreciation on the face of a newbie who you’ve just shown them their first trick cannot be described with justice. As we find everyone in the main room I decide give the lad a few arm rakes and a light show or two to everyone’s amusement. It was at this point that I felt a slight increase in perception coupled with a gentle heightening of the senses. The change was so gradual it felt like a slow motion embrace and was the perfect accompaniment to ensure W got the most from his experience. Everone went there own way as we headed for the speaker stack.
W and I danced ourselves stupid for the next hour and a half, stopping to say goodbyes to B and A and to chat to some old friends from previous parties. Most significantly a guy by the name of Scooby. Scooby was a guy we met three months before hand who hadn’t heard the HM message and thusly received a friendly lecture from Smiley and myself. Not expecting to see him again joyous shock of recognising was great. I also hadn’t seen anyone gurning as hard as he was that night and didn’t realise at the time that I would be in a similar state in the not too distant future.
SECOND DROP: THE MUNTED STATE
By this time (2:45) W decided to eat his other half and was preparing to take J home leaving Smileyfish, Urbanhog and myself at the event (not quite sure just how much of Urbie was there though
). My girl and I decide on a top up to take us through to the end of the night (I was still feeling the effects of the powder but thought they were about to wane). I decide to take a full pill and set about holding the bugger under my tongue for as long as possible as I go have a dance.
Now I can normally hold a pill under my tongue for no longer than 10 minutes before that horrid flyspray taste forces me to wash it down. With a chuppa chup in my mouth and loosing sense of time with some beautiful music, I realise I should wash down the remnants it had been half an hour. There was no solid to wash down. I think this resulted in almost no loss of MDMA to the stomach. This I realised about five minutes later when….
BAM!!
It hit me like a fucking train.
I’ve peaked before, a few eye jiggles, incredibly loved up, personal insight and you want nothing more than sit with your girl or a mate and talk innermost feelings/codshit for the rest of the night. That is peaking, what I was about to encounter was THE MUNTED STATE.
Smiley gave me a bit of a massage, which felt wonderful. She was already peaking hard (probably cause she swallowed the pill straight away). But it didn’t feel quite right, especially when she tried to pull me back over her lap a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach became overwhelming. I made it to the toilet completely under control only pausing in front of the mirror with the shock of how utterly fucked my reflection appeared to me, and stating in true Human Traffic style, “Oh my god! I’m so fucked!!” I proceeded to be sick with two powerful convulsions and a rather unexpected blow up as a result. Who would have thought chucking up could be fun? I felt instantly better. A small rush of concerned people came to check on me, making me feel so very safe that there was such concern for a total stranger.
As I cleaned up I notice how heavily I was breathing and the river of sweat down the small of my back. I wasn’t out of breath but it just felt amazingly good to breathe so hard. When I got back to Smiley she gave me a gift I will never forget.
Two blue glowsticks moved back and forth between her head and mine turned into a tunnel of light joining us together with dancing in the background and her face standing out in detail like I’ve never dreamed. Using nothing more than light she played with my senses, pushing me away and pulling me towards her finishing this treat with the bars of blue light resting inches from my face. The light appeared to melt and drip onto me with the cool sensation of water coming off the sticks (Smiley was dripping water onto the sticks with Urbie’s help). As they separated morphed out of shape by the water, they tapped together sending sparks of blue into the distance.
By the time we were kicked out (pissed off bouncers aside) I was a long way from coming down. I had my first paranoia attack which was rather comical (to much reading on BL about people getting busted) when I saw three sets of police lights in the distance only to realise that it was the reflection of one set of lights two blocks away in the windows of a shop.
After Urbie made his way home. Smiley and I took a long walk home by the riverside at six in the morning, paying close attention to the wildlife and the greetings the Sunday morning walkers gave to us which was very interesting-two extremes, either scowling at the dirty ravers or happy to see you’re enjoying life and making most of the morning. I slept well for five or so hours during the day and went for a ride on my pushbike to pick up the car and catch up with everyone I could, making sure everyone was ok. I felt a little emotional the next day but I wouldn't call it a bad thing. Besides "Band of Brothers" probably shouldn't be watched on a come down.
But I felt more of a connection with the film if that makes any sense.
My apologies for the length of this report but this night encapsulated the whole rave scene for me. I feel I could write so much more. Congratulations and thank you if you made it throught the whole thing.
Cuddles
BACKGROUND:
Firstly for the purpose of general information, I’m a fairly infrequent user having dropped a total of five pills on five separate occasions with breaks in between two weeks and seven months. I usually try to keep the breaks between rolls at least six weeks. I am also however no newbie to the scene, raving three years before experiencing MDMA or any other substance for that matter. I’m 6’4’ and weigh around 80 Kg.
This night had been in planning for a while. It was to be a new experience for three of my friends who had never been to a rave before and haven't had a lot of experience in the world outside of uni, W, A and N. They had absolutely no idea of what the scene was like outside of techno music and Human Traffic which I'd shown them a few weeks before in an effort to reduce the shock somewhat. Also in the crew was B (A's boy who had dropped with us last year to the disapproval of A's prudish tendencies), Urbanhog, a bluelighter who we meet in the city for the first time and my girl Smileyfish. Only a few of us were certain of dropping but the option was there for all.
The night started with a meetup including dinner and drinks in the city which lasted a couple of hours where we saw some old faces and meet some new ones. We gathered everyone going to the event and proceeded to train there, getting a feel for each others mood as we went. Lots of drug discussion ensued between Urbie and myself. I realise just how little experience with drugs I've had.
Speaking of little experience, I had a small amount of meth left over from another night (an entire quarter of a point) dissolved in water, which I thought I might as well polish off before going in. On our way in I find myself getting searched like never before. The bouncers wanted to see everything in my pockets and were a little surprised to see a pack of earplugs. We spent the time between around 10 and 11 getting the newbies comfortable and showing them around the different music in each room before getting a comfortable corner to ourselves in the breaks room. I grabbed a beer and chatted to Urbie as I started to feel the little bit of meth previously ingested. So after a chat I decide to jump on the opportunity and go have a dance, leaving everyone to there own devices for a while.
FIRST DROP:
A little while before twelve, I decide to see how everyone's doing and after more chatting Smiley and W decide to drop (half for W). The pills were white tridents, a good clean dose of MDMA, tested and previously eaten by myself. So all goes well. I ensure that W knows that I'll look after him wont leave him alone by himself. I decide that I'd like to save myself for later in the evening as the DJ sets were of very high quality all through to the end of the night. I decide on ingesting a small amount of powder (50mg, yes it was weighed accurately) by dissolving it in my drink and proceed to sip as I was only looking for a little pick up so I could still pay close attention to W.
During this time Smiley, B and A decided to go for a stroll and not long after we somehow lost Urbie. We wait for a little while and decide to catch one of the headliners in the main room. It must have only been 20 minutes but I noticed W stance relax and change as we got to the bar. I asked him “How ya going??” not needing a response from the grinning face nodding in my general direction.
I love nothing more than introducing new people to the scene, with or without the drugs. The look of appreciation on the face of a newbie who you’ve just shown them their first trick cannot be described with justice. As we find everyone in the main room I decide give the lad a few arm rakes and a light show or two to everyone’s amusement. It was at this point that I felt a slight increase in perception coupled with a gentle heightening of the senses. The change was so gradual it felt like a slow motion embrace and was the perfect accompaniment to ensure W got the most from his experience. Everone went there own way as we headed for the speaker stack.
W and I danced ourselves stupid for the next hour and a half, stopping to say goodbyes to B and A and to chat to some old friends from previous parties. Most significantly a guy by the name of Scooby. Scooby was a guy we met three months before hand who hadn’t heard the HM message and thusly received a friendly lecture from Smiley and myself. Not expecting to see him again joyous shock of recognising was great. I also hadn’t seen anyone gurning as hard as he was that night and didn’t realise at the time that I would be in a similar state in the not too distant future.
SECOND DROP: THE MUNTED STATE
By this time (2:45) W decided to eat his other half and was preparing to take J home leaving Smileyfish, Urbanhog and myself at the event (not quite sure just how much of Urbie was there though
). My girl and I decide on a top up to take us through to the end of the night (I was still feeling the effects of the powder but thought they were about to wane). I decide to take a full pill and set about holding the bugger under my tongue for as long as possible as I go have a dance.Now I can normally hold a pill under my tongue for no longer than 10 minutes before that horrid flyspray taste forces me to wash it down. With a chuppa chup in my mouth and loosing sense of time with some beautiful music, I realise I should wash down the remnants it had been half an hour. There was no solid to wash down. I think this resulted in almost no loss of MDMA to the stomach. This I realised about five minutes later when….
BAM!!
It hit me like a fucking train.
I’ve peaked before, a few eye jiggles, incredibly loved up, personal insight and you want nothing more than sit with your girl or a mate and talk innermost feelings/codshit for the rest of the night. That is peaking, what I was about to encounter was THE MUNTED STATE.
Smiley gave me a bit of a massage, which felt wonderful. She was already peaking hard (probably cause she swallowed the pill straight away). But it didn’t feel quite right, especially when she tried to pull me back over her lap a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach became overwhelming. I made it to the toilet completely under control only pausing in front of the mirror with the shock of how utterly fucked my reflection appeared to me, and stating in true Human Traffic style, “Oh my god! I’m so fucked!!” I proceeded to be sick with two powerful convulsions and a rather unexpected blow up as a result. Who would have thought chucking up could be fun? I felt instantly better. A small rush of concerned people came to check on me, making me feel so very safe that there was such concern for a total stranger.
As I cleaned up I notice how heavily I was breathing and the river of sweat down the small of my back. I wasn’t out of breath but it just felt amazingly good to breathe so hard. When I got back to Smiley she gave me a gift I will never forget.
Two blue glowsticks moved back and forth between her head and mine turned into a tunnel of light joining us together with dancing in the background and her face standing out in detail like I’ve never dreamed. Using nothing more than light she played with my senses, pushing me away and pulling me towards her finishing this treat with the bars of blue light resting inches from my face. The light appeared to melt and drip onto me with the cool sensation of water coming off the sticks (Smiley was dripping water onto the sticks with Urbie’s help). As they separated morphed out of shape by the water, they tapped together sending sparks of blue into the distance.
By the time we were kicked out (pissed off bouncers aside) I was a long way from coming down. I had my first paranoia attack which was rather comical (to much reading on BL about people getting busted) when I saw three sets of police lights in the distance only to realise that it was the reflection of one set of lights two blocks away in the windows of a shop.
After Urbie made his way home. Smiley and I took a long walk home by the riverside at six in the morning, paying close attention to the wildlife and the greetings the Sunday morning walkers gave to us which was very interesting-two extremes, either scowling at the dirty ravers or happy to see you’re enjoying life and making most of the morning. I slept well for five or so hours during the day and went for a ride on my pushbike to pick up the car and catch up with everyone I could, making sure everyone was ok. I felt a little emotional the next day but I wouldn't call it a bad thing. Besides "Band of Brothers" probably shouldn't be watched on a come down.
But I felt more of a connection with the film if that makes any sense.My apologies for the length of this report but this night encapsulated the whole rave scene for me. I feel I could write so much more. Congratulations and thank you if you made it throught the whole thing.
Cuddles
