Alf
Bluelighter
Setting: a large party in the middle of the desert. 1600 people. 5 stages. VERY dark.
I eat my mushrooms a little while after arriving at the party. I begin feeling a little bit of a body rush almost immediately. I decide I want to spin some fire (see my profile for a picture). My body is full of adrenaline and I have a lot of fun showing off. A crowd surrounds me and I am sorry when the fire goes out.
I am a bit out of breath and so I wander around a bit. I wander over to the water table, where they are storing my fire chains, and the chick running the stand gets really excited that I spin fire. She suggests that I get up on top of a storage container to spin. I look over, and it's SO tall! the dj is arranged in front of it, and it's the kind of trailer a semi would pull! I am extremely afraid of heights, so I decline immediately and tell her I couldn't possibly. A guy I was with begins teasing and pleading with me to get up and spin. I can't stand being called chicken, so I eventually give in and say yes. By this point the mushrooms are really kicking in. My body is buzzing so badly I feel like I am rolling. My breaths are hard to take, my arms and legs feel warm yet heavy.
The guy climbs the ladder ahead of me. My arms and legs begin to shake uncontrollably as I peer over the edge of the container. I'm terrified, but he goads me on. I get on top and soak my chains in fuel, giggling at the spray as I spin off the excess fuel. My legs feel like rubber bands as I stand above the crowd, above the dj, above everyone. People begin to look up. I shake harder: I also have massive stage fright. The guy lights up my chains and it's like a giant explosion. It's so bright! I experimentally swing the chains back and forth.... I see beautiful, haunting tracers. I begin to think maybe it's not such a good idea to be up high, fucked up, weilding fire, but I'm already lit so I decide to try. I close my eyes and begin to move my arms. It all feels natural, like I was born to spin the chains. I open my eyes to look out for the edge and see the crowd staring up, people running over and gathering around. The DJ throws down a big, fat, beautiful record that makes me spin faster. I begin trying all my harder moves. I feel skinny, gorgeous, more radiant than anyone has ever been before. I close my eyes and can still picture the fire moving around me, dancing with me, obeying my every whim. I am the fire goddess. I command its every move. I can feelI open my eyes again. People are taking pictures. Pictures of ME! I have a sober moment of clear thought-- how flattering, I will be in people's party scrapbooks, they will show me to their friends-- and then my fire goddess self takes over again. I run out of fire and light up again. More wonderful music from the DJ. My heart is beating hard, and I begin to feel a very sexual stirring. I get into my moves, moving seductively, imagining that the DJ is under my power and so is the crowd. I can feel eyes moving over me and I begin to get hot and wet, I can feel it, all I want is for someone do descend upon me and have sex with me, in front of the crowd, in front of everyone and all the spirits of the fire I have called.
My fire goes out. I open my eyes again and the world is normal. I look down at the crowd and see smiles of delight. I look out across the desert and see that the city lights have turned into one big ring of fire, gathered to look at me and applaud. Another fire spinner approaches me and asks to spin... I let him, but the sexual tension and fire is gone and I walk away from the trailer.
That's the interesting part of my trip
The rest was lost in hours of dancing, when I could feel my heart beating in time with the music and the hearts of all the other dancers around me
I eat my mushrooms a little while after arriving at the party. I begin feeling a little bit of a body rush almost immediately. I decide I want to spin some fire (see my profile for a picture). My body is full of adrenaline and I have a lot of fun showing off. A crowd surrounds me and I am sorry when the fire goes out.
I am a bit out of breath and so I wander around a bit. I wander over to the water table, where they are storing my fire chains, and the chick running the stand gets really excited that I spin fire. She suggests that I get up on top of a storage container to spin. I look over, and it's SO tall! the dj is arranged in front of it, and it's the kind of trailer a semi would pull! I am extremely afraid of heights, so I decline immediately and tell her I couldn't possibly. A guy I was with begins teasing and pleading with me to get up and spin. I can't stand being called chicken, so I eventually give in and say yes. By this point the mushrooms are really kicking in. My body is buzzing so badly I feel like I am rolling. My breaths are hard to take, my arms and legs feel warm yet heavy.
The guy climbs the ladder ahead of me. My arms and legs begin to shake uncontrollably as I peer over the edge of the container. I'm terrified, but he goads me on. I get on top and soak my chains in fuel, giggling at the spray as I spin off the excess fuel. My legs feel like rubber bands as I stand above the crowd, above the dj, above everyone. People begin to look up. I shake harder: I also have massive stage fright. The guy lights up my chains and it's like a giant explosion. It's so bright! I experimentally swing the chains back and forth.... I see beautiful, haunting tracers. I begin to think maybe it's not such a good idea to be up high, fucked up, weilding fire, but I'm already lit so I decide to try. I close my eyes and begin to move my arms. It all feels natural, like I was born to spin the chains. I open my eyes to look out for the edge and see the crowd staring up, people running over and gathering around. The DJ throws down a big, fat, beautiful record that makes me spin faster. I begin trying all my harder moves. I feel skinny, gorgeous, more radiant than anyone has ever been before. I close my eyes and can still picture the fire moving around me, dancing with me, obeying my every whim. I am the fire goddess. I command its every move. I can feelI open my eyes again. People are taking pictures. Pictures of ME! I have a sober moment of clear thought-- how flattering, I will be in people's party scrapbooks, they will show me to their friends-- and then my fire goddess self takes over again. I run out of fire and light up again. More wonderful music from the DJ. My heart is beating hard, and I begin to feel a very sexual stirring. I get into my moves, moving seductively, imagining that the DJ is under my power and so is the crowd. I can feel eyes moving over me and I begin to get hot and wet, I can feel it, all I want is for someone do descend upon me and have sex with me, in front of the crowd, in front of everyone and all the spirits of the fire I have called.
My fire goes out. I open my eyes again and the world is normal. I look down at the crowd and see smiles of delight. I look out across the desert and see that the city lights have turned into one big ring of fire, gathered to look at me and applaud. Another fire spinner approaches me and asks to spin... I let him, but the sexual tension and fire is gone and I walk away from the trailer.
That's the interesting part of my trip
The rest was lost in hours of dancing, when I could feel my heart beating in time with the music and the hearts of all the other dancers around me 
