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Bluelighter
Hey everyone, this is my first real attempt at writing one of these reports so be nice 
I would say that I am fairly experienced with mephedrone/methylone/butylone/mdma having used all of these on numerous occasions in the past (mdma being the compound of choice of course
), in the fortnight leading up to this event I kinda overdid the meph and meth quite a bit using it on 5 occasions, I believe this could be a huge contributing factor to the events that follow.
But yeah me and my girlfriend decide to go out for the night around the city and hit up the methylone, we agree upon dropping a 300mg bomb at 10:00pm then go walking around the city to enjoy the comeup for a bit and then a 200mg bomb at 12:00pm at which time we had tickets for a house/tech event that would run until 3:00am.
Before dropping the first bomb I feel a little lethargic, not as hyped up as I should have been but oh well what the hell... down the hatch it goes and we set off for a walk to get some menthol tips and gum :D.
By about 10:30 my girlfriend is flying and im starting to come up smoothly yet hard, we sit down for a bit on a bench, exchange some words whilst stretching, breathing heavily through clenched teeth enjoying the atmosphere of the city and the people until we deicde that its time to get some supplies, 10 minutes later and were smoking a menthol tip each with a pack of tasty looking gum in our pockets on our way back to the ampartment as we were both fiending for some loud music.
From about 11:00 - 11:50 we get our groove on whilst we are both peaking to some of our favourite tracks to get us in the mood for the club.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvCdq1rEFz8 Aghhh epic track when your really rushing!
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We leave the apartment and make our way to the event with another menthol tip for the journey and the second 200mg bomb which was swallowed just as we arrived, we queue for a bit and as we finally get inside I feel the second bomb taking effect, rushes of similar intensity to the first and the beloved eye wobbles. Music sounds amazing and the dancefloor is first on the agenda, and remains on the agenda for the next hour and a half. 'Having the best time being off my pickle and feeling the music.'
During this time I took regular breaks from the dancefloor every 20 mins or so where i would drink a glass of water and cool down for 5 mins as it was very hot in there and my face was covered in sweat.
This is where it starts to get grim, we manage to get ourselves right to the front and stay there for about an hour dancing non stop gurning away loving the strobe lights, eye wiggles and dirty house music, all of a sudden I had a strange feeling where it would appear as though my vision was lapsing and I was porting to random locations, this would make me lose my balance and panick for a moment until I found my footing and re-synced my visual field.
After stopping for a bit and feeling normal once again I continued on dancing thinking nothing of it, but then within a minute it happened again only much more violently and I was unable to control myself, a constant feeling of porting around the place ( I believe the strobe lights were mostly to blame for this effect as they were on constantly at the time this happened).
I couldnt keep on my feet much longer and panicked as my body began to spasm violently, I stumbled foward and slumped onto my girlfriend in desperation who turned around and supported me which im glad she did as I was about to hit the deck and and have a full on seizure (or so it felt).
After about a minute the spasm's stop and im able to escape outside for some fresh air, still feeling very much shocked about what had just happened, I calm down and we decide to leave and head back to the apartment for some rest.
By the time we get in I have calmed down a lot and am just thankful nothing more serious happened, we check around on the web for a bit about seizures on methylone, epilepsy and other related topics with no conclusive results. So instead we throw on some music and skin up a joint for the comedown.
But then when lying in bed it hit me... an undeniable feeling that I was dying, I tried reasoning with myself that I wasnt and that I would be alright but that wasnt cutting it, my very essence was fading away, the most overwhelming emotional pain struck me, like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt so selfish to be dying there and then, all the people I would leave behind, all the pain it would cause them, it felt so dark and horrible I cant even begin to describe, my soul screamed out in anguish, all the time while this was happening I remember just staring at my girlfriend thinking that the nicest thing I could do now just before death was to remain looking happy and normal so that she wouldnt think I died in any pain even though the pain I felt was unbearable.
As deaths embrace grew stronger I began to realise that this was it, my final memory, the last visual input I was to experience. A snapshot of my girlfriend sitting there on the bed with me which I dont think I'll ever forget, I felt so much love, she looked so beautiful... this was it... the end.
Or not as it seems, she shook me and asked if I was alright, I sat upright and the feeling began to retreat, In that moment I realised that I wasnt dying, I burst into tears and started to cry like I had never cried before, gasping and sobbing wildly. I was overcome by the most incredible sense of joy and most powerful euphoria I have ever felt, just from knowing that I was still alive, that I had been given a second chance, however I was feeling this great euphoria simutaneously with the great pain and anguish. It was a mix of emotion too intense for any combination of words to do it justice.
I continued to cry for about 4 hours until I finally fell asleep at about 7:00am, when I awoke the next day I felt reborn, although was also on an EPIC comedown, probably the worst I have ever had to endure, even surpassing some of my BZP comedowns urrrghhh.
Its been 4 days since then and I'm only just starting to feel normal again having been lethargic and depressed all that time. I have been debating whether to see a doctor or not about the seizure and whetehr its safe for me to go out clubbing again. Although I still intend to go again this weekend, will just be taking it easy and wont be dabbling with meth/meph/butylone for quite a while. Speed on the other hand tho is a different story
.
What do you guys think? Should I go and see my doctor about this?
What is the most likely cause for the spasm's?
Dehydration, overheating, the strobe lights, the drugs?
All in all this experience frightened me very much and is not something I wish to have to go through again, im going to be paranoid on the dancefloor in future, worried that if I go too mad I might seizure again. But the whole club scene is not something I can give up on, I love it too much, its what I live for so I'll take my chances.
Sorry for the rather long winded report, I got rather carried away 8).
Be careful with the meth/meph though people, dodgy stuff... Much love to all.
Xtc
substancecode_methylone

I would say that I am fairly experienced with mephedrone/methylone/butylone/mdma having used all of these on numerous occasions in the past (mdma being the compound of choice of course

But yeah me and my girlfriend decide to go out for the night around the city and hit up the methylone, we agree upon dropping a 300mg bomb at 10:00pm then go walking around the city to enjoy the comeup for a bit and then a 200mg bomb at 12:00pm at which time we had tickets for a house/tech event that would run until 3:00am.
Before dropping the first bomb I feel a little lethargic, not as hyped up as I should have been but oh well what the hell... down the hatch it goes and we set off for a walk to get some menthol tips and gum :D.
By about 10:30 my girlfriend is flying and im starting to come up smoothly yet hard, we sit down for a bit on a bench, exchange some words whilst stretching, breathing heavily through clenched teeth enjoying the atmosphere of the city and the people until we deicde that its time to get some supplies, 10 minutes later and were smoking a menthol tip each with a pack of tasty looking gum in our pockets on our way back to the ampartment as we were both fiending for some loud music.
From about 11:00 - 11:50 we get our groove on whilst we are both peaking to some of our favourite tracks to get us in the mood for the club.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvCdq1rEFz8 Aghhh epic track when your really rushing!

We leave the apartment and make our way to the event with another menthol tip for the journey and the second 200mg bomb which was swallowed just as we arrived, we queue for a bit and as we finally get inside I feel the second bomb taking effect, rushes of similar intensity to the first and the beloved eye wobbles. Music sounds amazing and the dancefloor is first on the agenda, and remains on the agenda for the next hour and a half. 'Having the best time being off my pickle and feeling the music.'
During this time I took regular breaks from the dancefloor every 20 mins or so where i would drink a glass of water and cool down for 5 mins as it was very hot in there and my face was covered in sweat.
This is where it starts to get grim, we manage to get ourselves right to the front and stay there for about an hour dancing non stop gurning away loving the strobe lights, eye wiggles and dirty house music, all of a sudden I had a strange feeling where it would appear as though my vision was lapsing and I was porting to random locations, this would make me lose my balance and panick for a moment until I found my footing and re-synced my visual field.
After stopping for a bit and feeling normal once again I continued on dancing thinking nothing of it, but then within a minute it happened again only much more violently and I was unable to control myself, a constant feeling of porting around the place ( I believe the strobe lights were mostly to blame for this effect as they were on constantly at the time this happened).
I couldnt keep on my feet much longer and panicked as my body began to spasm violently, I stumbled foward and slumped onto my girlfriend in desperation who turned around and supported me which im glad she did as I was about to hit the deck and and have a full on seizure (or so it felt).
After about a minute the spasm's stop and im able to escape outside for some fresh air, still feeling very much shocked about what had just happened, I calm down and we decide to leave and head back to the apartment for some rest.
By the time we get in I have calmed down a lot and am just thankful nothing more serious happened, we check around on the web for a bit about seizures on methylone, epilepsy and other related topics with no conclusive results. So instead we throw on some music and skin up a joint for the comedown.
But then when lying in bed it hit me... an undeniable feeling that I was dying, I tried reasoning with myself that I wasnt and that I would be alright but that wasnt cutting it, my very essence was fading away, the most overwhelming emotional pain struck me, like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt so selfish to be dying there and then, all the people I would leave behind, all the pain it would cause them, it felt so dark and horrible I cant even begin to describe, my soul screamed out in anguish, all the time while this was happening I remember just staring at my girlfriend thinking that the nicest thing I could do now just before death was to remain looking happy and normal so that she wouldnt think I died in any pain even though the pain I felt was unbearable.
As deaths embrace grew stronger I began to realise that this was it, my final memory, the last visual input I was to experience. A snapshot of my girlfriend sitting there on the bed with me which I dont think I'll ever forget, I felt so much love, she looked so beautiful... this was it... the end.
Or not as it seems, she shook me and asked if I was alright, I sat upright and the feeling began to retreat, In that moment I realised that I wasnt dying, I burst into tears and started to cry like I had never cried before, gasping and sobbing wildly. I was overcome by the most incredible sense of joy and most powerful euphoria I have ever felt, just from knowing that I was still alive, that I had been given a second chance, however I was feeling this great euphoria simutaneously with the great pain and anguish. It was a mix of emotion too intense for any combination of words to do it justice.
I continued to cry for about 4 hours until I finally fell asleep at about 7:00am, when I awoke the next day I felt reborn, although was also on an EPIC comedown, probably the worst I have ever had to endure, even surpassing some of my BZP comedowns urrrghhh.
Its been 4 days since then and I'm only just starting to feel normal again having been lethargic and depressed all that time. I have been debating whether to see a doctor or not about the seizure and whetehr its safe for me to go out clubbing again. Although I still intend to go again this weekend, will just be taking it easy and wont be dabbling with meth/meph/butylone for quite a while. Speed on the other hand tho is a different story

What do you guys think? Should I go and see my doctor about this?
What is the most likely cause for the spasm's?
Dehydration, overheating, the strobe lights, the drugs?
All in all this experience frightened me very much and is not something I wish to have to go through again, im going to be paranoid on the dancefloor in future, worried that if I go too mad I might seizure again. But the whole club scene is not something I can give up on, I love it too much, its what I live for so I'll take my chances.
Sorry for the rather long winded report, I got rather carried away 8).
Be careful with the meth/meph though people, dodgy stuff... Much love to all.
Xtc

substancecode_methylone
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