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That one time @CrushAZ2k16

TLDR; Attended a rave on three tabs of a research chemical that had some crazy effects compared to real Lsd. The adderall accelerated the comeup, and the molly caused me to feel a lot more vibes and energy than I knew even existed. I ended up being escorted to an ambulance where, as jumpman was played through the radio, I was tranquilized and strapped down, thus removing me from the rave and into a hospital. During the hospital encounter I had some awesome hallucinations that were quite honestly life-changing but when I woke up I was very angry that I wasn’t at a rave. The end.

For starts, I was an 18 yo male at the time with a bit of experience with psychedelics. A year before this I had my first roll at a rave and a few other rolls that followed as well. Mdma is my fav. Lsd however showed me some darker corners of my imagination that I don’t necessarily like seeing. Fuck research chemicals btw. Those dumb things cause me to loose my shit apparently. The first trip I ever had wasn’t too long after my first roll in the spring of 2015. Mind you, it was also a few weeks after suffering from a severe fracture to the skull playing a bit of smash-mouth Rugby. Fuckn luv that sport m8.

Anyhow, later that fall I had made quite the connection to some really pure mdma and lsd as well, so I was able to have some much better suited experiences at some dope concerts I attended.(That pure lsd hookup eventually moved, so I had to resort to some dumbass highschooler selling some other shit he had no idea about)

Btw I love Edm. #mellogang

So skipping to the day of my “crushing” experience I had been anticipating this night for a long time. Seeing that it was the middle of february and I hadn't been raving since NYE i was really excited to get back into another event. Quite frankly after my previous psychedelic encounters I was ready to see some shit. At the time I felt like I was only scratching the surface of this unforscene world that is my imagination. Boy lemme tell ya, this trip was quite the wake-up call to what the mind really has to offer us.

Getting to the come-up I pre gamed a bit with some homies playing some casual BP and having a couple brews. (Mabey alcohol isn't a good mix with this stuff? Haha fuck it!)

During the car-ride to the event we all popd the mollys. It was supposed to be synchronized but my tabs had been in my mouth for an hour at that point. I was ready to get this candyflip started and my dudes were taking forever.

(All three inserted at once, yes they were bitter, but I ain’t no quitter [This may or may not have fucked me over])

By the time we were close enough to the event my group and I attempted the synchronized pop for the mollys(not that it mattered) and I ofc dropped it early and fucked it up for them haha

Getting into the parking lot we decided to elect someone as the group banana. We had a banana suit, yes, and naturally I was best suited to be the banana. I wore that shit like a champ.

Getting into line, I realized I forgot my drawstring bag, this could be considered the point I start to loose my shit. I had to make two separate trips back and forth to our car because apparently I didn't have all my shit together. First it was the whole bag, then it was the entry ticket.

I finally get into the event and that's when the effects start to kick in. The adderall had also been taken around the same time as the 100mg of mdma so my body was having a wonderful time trying to process the multitude of psychoactives that were all still in their come-up. Walking through the grass lawn trying to get to the stage I started feeling a really heavy burden in my stomach. As if my body wasn’t ready for the load it was carrying i kept bending over into trash-cans that I saw and couldn’t stop feeling like I was gonna throw it all up. Never threw up, and fortunately enough that vibe didn’t last and my crew brought me inside to the main stage where the rave was taking place.

Genius crew btw, they take a motherfucker dressed up as a banana about to trip balls straight into the middle of the goddamn crowd of this big ass rave. and what do ya know, my shit starts kicking in with the power of a freight train driving through a nitroglycerin plant. (If you get that reference I LOVE YOU) Think of this part as a very accelerated come-up for the mdma and RC’s together, the candy-flip was definitely happening. I was dancing, moshing, having a fuckn blast. Tripping the fuck out i was also waving my arms into other people's space tagging them without knowing, I really felt bad about that after I realized what I was doing.

This was the fun part, we start moshing and dancing, headbanging our brains into eternity and really feeling the music. Also the effects definitely started to kick in for me at a much faster rate than anticipated. My body temperature was definitely rising and I was seriously exhausting myself quite quickly. Hydration was also an issue.. Never go to a rave without a camelback. That is fucking rave law. You will fuck yourself over sooooo hard if you don’t stay hydrated throughout a roll or any other experience that requires energy for you to continue going.

Looking around I was seeing layers of the atmosphere as if there were different phases of existence I could walk through. If thought patterns and vibrations are actually real, I was able to see those strange lines and geoglyphs crystal clear. At that point my senses were in a tangle, especially since the mdma was sluggishly making things almost too fun to handle. The roll had been engaged at this point too.

I was looking at the animations and stage-craft at one point and I kid you not, it was literally growing, not like a slow poke flower or anything. I seriously saw the stage expanding and as the music progressively got more intense, at the same rhythm of the songs that were being played. That stage was becoming a fucking entity, and my hallucinogenic-state-of-mind was telling me that it was a “vibe-war”. As if to say the totems, props hanging from the ceiling, and everything else there was vibrating off of each other and exchanging energy. And I was witnessing that exchange between EVERYTHING. Now this is where I lose my shit, I was dancing really really fucking hard and I eventually danced my pants off. Literally. There was a moment where my shorts that I was wearing were around my ankles and I had a complete boner expanding through the compressions I was wearing. If there was one banana that didn’t give a fuck, it was definitely yours truly.

I got to see fucking sound. Sound has got to be the most beautiful thing in existence, because not only are you automatically able to hear it as a human, but seeing the movement of music as it traveled amongst the headliners of a crowd of ravers had to be one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. Imagine it as a wave from the ocean, except that wave is colorful, fluid, and transparent. Sound was going through everything. It was bouncing from head to head, totem to totem, body to body, wall to wall. The sounds of this rave became the rave, and my mind was only able to grasp it as it was. It was fucking beautiful lemme tell ya. That my friends, is sound.

The vibration and drum of the bass and electronic fuzz’s, wuzz’s, and wips and snares were really having their way with me. My mind reached a point where it just couldn’t keep up with everything. Trying to fathom the rave and looking at totems that I could relate to(especially one with stewie from family guy trying to sell his shirt for a grilled cheese)[That was a beautiful totem btw] was really becoming a struggle. I literally started to get bored with reality. My mind was starting its journey into a deeper and darker corner of existence. Things started to get fuzzy. My imagination was urging me to let it become reality, and what do ya know, I gave into the experience. I sort of stopped giving a fuck about what was happening in the outside world and went onto this expedition of my soul. And that was only the beginning. I decided at one point to remove the banana suit, that could essentially be considered my game over in a sense, however I would have just put it back on if it wasn’t such a heavy trip. Removing that banana suit for me was a figurative gesture of my trip, as if to remove the condom to my soul allowing my energy to just splooge into the entire environment. No I was not a bomb, but for a minute during my trip I definitely thought my energy was condensed beneath that suit and when I removed it ya may as well consider it a splooge. Weird, but non-existent. It literally had no affect to reality, but in my mind I thought I did some dope shit. Who knows.

After my friends noticed me continuously dancing with my pants around my ankles they definitely knew I was tripping out harder than I could control. The boner may have given it away..

My buddies helped me out by giving me a major wedgie from the rear literally lifting me into the air by pulling my pants back on. I was seriously in such a heavy trip at this point that not only did I consider that a new phase of existence, but I couldn't even button up my own fucking pants.

One of my crew at the time helped me out by escorting me to a grass area. This is where i definitely went down hill. Its honestly tough to think about this part because of how lame it got from this point on. I literally stopped considering reality real and felt as if that my trip mattered more than anything in the universe. Not only was I still dancing around and waving my hands at this point vibing the fuck out but I was even being confronted by old classmates from high school I didn’t even recognize because I was too deep within my own spirit to consider them relevant or even real. At this point my actions were a direct result of what I was experiencing in my mind. My mind was literally absorbing the environment and relating EVERYTHING to my own life. That rave was me. That scene was real because of my energy and that energy was so pure and so positive that if there was ever a party to be considered a party, it would be complete SHIT without my presence and vibes. That’s how selfish my hallucinations and thoughts became. For a moment while i was sitting in the grass, I had actually thought that I turned into an engine that provided the rave with positive energy that people could feed off of if they made connections with me. Everything that I thought I knew became this weird sense of reality that caused me to think I was a GOD. Eventually ground control found my trippy ass fuckn around in the dirt with my friend who had no idea what to do with me. They tried to calm my shit down but my mind was more or less doing circles around these people. The addy molly and three tabs were in their full effect. I was gooooone. Like, reality was meaningless at that point. Whatever happened was happening because it was happening. They had no idea how to approach me. It was as if I was dumber than a fifth grader. From this point my mind had taken me to a place where I had a bird's eye view of my entire life. From the point i was born and to the present moment. Don’t get me wrong, none of us can remember what the moment of our birth was like because of how underdeveloped our brains were at the time, but my mind was racing so fast that I was having memories return to me from when I was in elementary school. I was watching a slide-show of events and memories of my life that had a lot to do with that moment and more so of recent events. I didn’t even realise it, but there was a group of about 4 EMT gentlemen escorting me to an ambulance. I don’t really have many details of this period of time since time became an essence, and not a feeling in that memory. But I apparently had a very difficult time being strapped into the chair where they were gonna tranquilize me. There were multiple attempts on their part to inject me with an IV and by the time I was strapped in I was definitely feeling a bad sense of urgency to get back to reality. That was out of the question though. There was no going back to the rave for the banana who took off it’s peel. The ambulance had already engulfed me, and Jumpman was blasting in the cabin. That was my only sense of pleasure at that point, hearing Drake and Future through the radio was actually calming me down. And the tranquilizer hit around that moment too so there was no question about it that I was done raving for the night. FML.

The hallucinating continued however, except it took on a more nightmarish nature once the opiates of the benzos mixed in with my already rolling face took me into a different perspective of my imagination. The ambulance ride was more or less a hallucination that I was aboard a submarine. That was weird. Then once we got to the hospital itself I couldn’t stop seeing my soul. It was like a transparent ball of life that my mind was seeing as a sphere of water, except the water had a darkness within it like a corruption of the soul. It moved and breathed as if it was representative of all of the negative things I’ve done in life. Now that I’m actually typing a trip report on these events I’m very concerned for the well-being of our planet. What we consider to be good/bad in life is completely perspective and opinion.. Being able to dive that deep into my imagination was something that changes people's lives. I for one found it as an inspiration. Whatever the negativity in my soul represented is only something that society would consider evil. I hardly remember anything else from the events of the hospital since I was knocked out not too long after they checked me into ICu, but the lessons I learned because of that experience are something that I will surely take with me for the rest of my life. Quite frankly, I have a greater sense of respect for the things that people within the medical field put up with and do for safety of our future. That adderall and molly would have done some serious damage to me if they hadn’t taken me into the hospital, and some people even were speculating that I was going to overdose because of that experience and maybe even die. Honestly though, waking up at 3am asking if i could be taken back to the rave was really a buzz-kill. My friend brought back my gear and other items that were left at the time when I was removed from the rave. Then the best thing happened to me. I checked my pocket to find a still-full baggie of mollys and couple tabs of acid. Nobody had fucked with it or thrown it out. I immediately put that shit back in my pocket and continued my journey onto the next rave.

If there’s a lesson to be learned from me, it's hydration. I would not have lost control if I had my camelback had been with me and full of water. My honest theory is that my body was overheating at a rate that wasn’t being compensated for with the use of water. H20 is our friend you guys. And there’s only so much of it on this planet that is safe to drink. Take care of your water, and don’t waste it. Countries go to fucking war over that shit. People die because of the lack of water in some nations of our planet. Water is the best thing in our fucking cosmos right now, it is the job of every human being to have a sense of respect for such a beautiful thing like water. And other than mars and a few other moons in our solar system, I don’t think there’s a whole heck of a lot of water near our planet in case we run this shit dry....Don’t waste that shit. Don’t spit in that shit, don’t piss in that shit unless it's a goddamn urinal. And please, for the love of god and his almighty domain we inhabit, SHARE that fucking shit!!!!!!!! I love all of you who have the courage and focus to read all of what I’ve just posted. I apologize if some of this doesn’t make sense. Psychedelics usually don’t make much sense anyways because of how different people are. Individualism is real whether we like it or not. Lsd and other research chemicals have completely different effects on each and every individual soul in existence. The things I experienced are not something to go out and obtain for yourself. This was merely an event that took place in my life that I have decided to share with you for the common sharing of knowledge and experience. Don’t drop 3 tabs of acid, a molly, and an adderall. Subtract the adderall from this equation and I guarantee you I would have had a much different experience. My heart rate was fucked all night because of that amphetamine. The things I was being forced to see within myself were not at all entertaining or pleasant in my sober opinion right now. Mdma is all you need. Please heed my warning about mixing substances with research chemicals such as 25i-nbome. That was not pure lsd I took that night, and an estimate of 200ug of that shit is more than enough to cause some dangerous neurotoxic effects to our minds. The brain is a very powerful tool in our existence and is constantly firing millions of neurons without you even controlling it. Respect your mind. Respect your body, and respect the world in which you inhabit. Go make a difference, and give back to your reality somehow. Each and every one of us has a certain array of talents and skillsets that are unique to our character as we have developed over the course of our lives. And if you think you can just freeload off of this godly existence we all share in, your wrong. If you haven’t discovered the meaning of PLUR. You have much to learn in these cosmos you inhabit. Don’t take these words for granted. The shit that you experience in life will only lead you on the track of life that you choose to create. We all make our decisions. Yet in the end, our decisions make us. Live life in the moments that still exist and enjoy them for the respective value they contain. Peace. Love. Unity. Respect. That's all you fucking need to get along with any goddamn soul in existence. I love you, now go spread some more of that love, the world is in short supply as of lately. AND DON’T FORGET TO FUCKING HYDRATE YOU FILTHY ANIMALS. The end. 0

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