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Hey,

ik hoop dat het toegestaan is om Engelstalige trip-reports te posten.
De trip die volgt vindt een 5-tal maanden na deze (http://www.drugsforum.nl/viewtopic.php?f=21&t=24119) trip plaats. Het report is niet door mezelf geschreven, maar door mijn beste vriend en tripbuddy A(zie vorige verhaal).

Het lezen van deze trip was voor mij erg leuk en herkenbaar (ik was mee aan het trippen.

), hopelijk kunnen jullie er ook van genieten.
(PS: ik ben "P" in zijn verhaal)

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Ok folks, this is an long report so if you wanna skip some parts then don't read the background story, and if you only care about the tripping part look for the:
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Enjoy!

Ok here's the background story:
Me and 2 of my friends really like psychedelic trance, furthermore we just adore psychedelic parties! The whole everything-goes, understanding and unimposed community really just gives a very free feeling. People who are familiar with the scene certainly know what I’m talking about.

We did a few psytrance parties on alcohol and weed. It was very nice to say at least. I’ve had moments of incredible euphoria at such parties. However my close friend (and also tripping buddy) and me always wondered what a psytrance party would be like on LSD or shrooms. Remembering the unbelievable feelings we had listening to psytrance while high/tripping made us more and more determined to trip at a party. And so we did…

It was a big party with big names like Yahel (playing with guitar and drums), sphongle, astral projection, Koxbox, Synsun and some local DJ’s. Hell they even hired some guy from Switzerland for decorations! With this in mind, we were obliged to invite Lucy to the party.

Our plan was to ride the train to get to the city the party was at, going from the station to the party by foot. The train ride was about an hour, the walk to the party about half an hour. So we would depart at 10pm, arriving in the station at 11pm and be at the party well before midnight. Once at the party we would check things out, then if we were both comfortable take the hits. We would stay till 6am and get the train of 7am, leaving a buffer of 1 hour to get to the station. So we would be home and in bed by 8-9am, completely sober.
However every psychonaut knows that plans fail miserably when you’re trippin. Maybe deep inside we knew things would never work out as planned, but that time we were certain it was fool-proof.
And so 2 brave explorers set foot to the party that night, not sure of what experience was awaiting them…

Actual report:

So we take the train when our friend calls he can pick up up at the arrival station. Great! In the cars he (being a hyperactive partylover) immediately lifts the partymood. The city is kind of blocked off for traffic by one-way streets and stuff so we take a necessary detour. Result: bye bye orientation. When we got to the party we have no clue where we came from. But we figured we’d just ask some people directions when we would leave.

So me and my mate (let’s call him P) are at the party with 3 other people (the friend who drove us (let’s call him D), his gf and a girl his gf knew) and only D knew we were gonna trip. So we checked out the party, which was really nice and it was immediately certain our plans for the night would continue, hurrah! So I go to the restroom to divide the stash, because I’m quite paranoid popping up drugs in public (even at a psyparty

). We brought 4 hits which we never tried (don’t know the print), so we decided to take half a hit, then another half if we didn’t get the desired effects. So I cut up 2 tabs diagonally, putting the halves in a little piece of folded paper.
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I got back to my friend and we agreed to sit down against one of the wall in the building to take the hits, where there wasn’t so much people around. We have kind of a ritual saying ‘cheers’ then taking the hits together. Of course the moment I get the tabs security walks up to us, so we quickly act like we’re just rolling a cig and move back to the mass of people with both the ½ blotter in our hand. When we were out of sight of the security, we both wanted to eat the hits real fast but to my dismay I had lost mine. Curse me! Meanwhile we saw our friend Y and we agreed to buy some nice UV-posters and put them in his car. A great opportunity for me to cut up another hit for myself and eat it in the car. So while P pops his tab I go to the car to cut 1 more hit (because I lost my half) & pop mine. No turning back now!

So an hour into the party I’m feeling it but I’m still in the jumpy come-up, not really knowing what to do with myself. So I reckon the hits weren’t that potent. P, who dosed about 15min earlier already told me he was going to take his other half soon, so we must have had the same impression and I give him the other half. After 15min or so I go to the restroom to take a piss and meanwhile take my other half. I sat down on a toilet, got the folded up paper and… DAMN only 1 half left? I must have lost yet another half! I could bitchslap myself for this, even today. But I’m like don’t let it ruin your trip just take the half and forget about it. I always put my blotters under my tongue for 15 min before I swallow them, and while doing this the effect were now far more intense. Then I suddenly felt 2 pieces of paper in my mouth. That’s when it struck me: I must have put 2 halves in my mouth instead of 1, what would explain the lost half… So I get this feeling of fear I took too much for a second, then I realize half a hit extra wasn’t that much of a problem at all :laugh: (Later I found out it’s just the paper of the hits that has 2 layers that separate if you suck on it long enough).

That’s when the peak came; The deco, which was stunning even sober, started growing, shrinking, moving and got this kind of glow to it. The music, which was Astral Projection, playing with a live guitar and drum, was like very intense. Although I must admit I hardly remember any particular song or even melody, the music was just ‘there’. Me and P were often making eye contact, to look out for each other, but mostly to give that ‘wow-are-you-as-fucked-up-as-me-look’. Real funny atm! I constantly had to remember myself we had 3 sober companions (D, and the 2 girls) so I tried acting somewhat normal (but what the hell is normal when your trippin??? Ya know?). Anyway I guessed I did pretty good as I didn’t get any weird looks or comments, plus afterwards D said he couldn’t really tell from our behavior. Eventually there was a time when this did became very hard, I was caught in a trance by the music, and time seemed sooo warped! All I could do was let all these impressions (the deco, music, people dancing) into my mind, and tried not over thinking them. I got some anxiety, that I would lose it or something but managed to hold in tight.

I was fucked up, but although sometimes confused and ‘out of this world’, I kinda enjoyed it also. So the visuals were a I said very night, but it was kinda dark and the only visuals that catched my eye were from the deco’s. So when I got to the bar, which was lightened, suddenly I got major visual distortions. The bar looked fuzzy and the staff looked really weird. So I just orderd my drinks and got out of there asap.

Back at our spot D tells us he and the 2 girls were leaving. At that moment I felt a load falling off me, at last I could be free! It’s not that I don’t like partying with them, in the contrary, but having normal social interaction while on acid was just too much for me. So when they are gone I really started to enjoy the music. Letting myself go, nobody to worry about (because I saw P was having a good time too). The music mixed with the racing train of thoughts was really intense, but that’s what makes acid fun right? ^^
At the back of the party there is a little shop with trippy posters and artwork so we go and check that out. It was also veeeery nice! The owners, who looked like some acidheads themselves must have known why we were so astonished, from the looks of the grin on their faces

I got a little uncomfortable looking at the merchandise while the owners were constantly looking at us so we moved back to the party.
Then we both kinda felt the 2nd half kick in real hard, and we agreed to go to the bathroom and find a chill spot to relax for a while. So I got into the restroom, which was full of people. I got to a urinary, put out my john and it looked so small LOL! While I peed it felt like my entire body was draining I could feel it all over my body. So suddenly I feared the feeling was me pissing on myself or something, so I got really concentrated on my beam of piss making sure it went nowhere but down the drain (after checking I found that I didn’t spill a drop

). So we meet outside the restroom and decide to sit down in the hallway, leading to the exit.

While we were heading for the hallway, which was full of light opposed to party area, I got a little uncertain if that was the best choise. The closer we got to the doors the more obvious it became: there was a bad vibe. Everything was so bright yet so unfriendly. The other people who were chilling there were all talking which sounded like yelling to me, making it look like a very hectic situation. So the moment we tried to enter the hallway (the doors were wide open) Like I felt my soul crashed into a wall. I just perplexed, it really was like there was an invisible wall I couldn’t pass. This room had the most distinct vibe I have ever felt. The entrance was like a portal to a completely different vibe. P had felt exactly the same and we chose a spot at the side of the party where we could sit down.
The first thing I noticed when I sat down was I sat on something wet. FUCK! I still don’t know what liquid it was, and I don’t want to know: best case is beer, worst case is pee… Luckily it was only a small stain. So we move a little further away and start talking about how intense it was and about the wall we just encountered. The whole surrounding suddenly seemed so menacing We were sitting there and I bet we looked somewhat helpless because a 2 paramedics walked up and passed us, not saying anything but I guess they just wanted to check it out.

Eventually when we were a little less stressed, we got back up to the dance floor and man,.. what a party. The DJ Synsun was absolutely OUTRAGEOUS! He really knows how to start a party and his records were just heavenly. The music was altering my sense of time by alternating the pitch of the bass…if that makes any sense. The psychedelic melodies took me to ecstasy and I just danced the night away.

Finally it’s 6am and we decided we should leave so we would have more than an hour to get to the station (it’s about a 40min walk). So we head outside, still tripping at a good level. Once outside we had no clue were to go, so I walk up to a paramedic and ask him the way to the city centre. “Just turn left at the intersection and all the way through” he said. Piece of cake, we thought. We eventually we had to ask about 5 different people where to find the station and by the time we had a clue of the direction our train was leaving in 10 minutes. So we started running like there’s no tomorrow. It felt like I floated in the sky, I never ran so smoothly! So we finally find the station and notice that our train leaves in a couple of minutes so we hurry up to the right tracks (it’s a big station). Right when we got to the track the train rolls up and we get in and find ourselves in a wagon all by ourselves. Peace at last…

So we’re rolling down the tracks for half an hour when suddenly a woman enters the wagon and ask us if the train is going to *city A*. P tells her she probably took the wrong train because this one is going to *city B*, but reassures her that she can just take the train from *city B* to *city A* so there’s no problem. I stay out of the discussion because I have no clue what train we were in, but the woman looks pretty desperate so I tell her I’ll go look for train staff so I walk, with her following me, through al wagons, each one being empty… So I tell her I’ll get off at the next stop and ask it then. Well the next stop I hop out the train and to find that the staff worker was waaaaay back (it was a very long train), so I decided not to risk it running out and not getting back in! Meanwhile we should haven’t seen any familiar surroundings, so we started to doubt if we weren’t in the wrong train? So again at the next stop I check for the train staff, this time he’s much closer so my friend, the woman and me walk up to him asking if the train goes to *city A* of *city B*. To our disappointment, we were on the wrong train.

So we ended up going to the station chef, asking for a ‘lost travelers card’ which gives you permission to take any train back home for free. So he looks at us suspiciously as we try to explain the situation, and fills in a couple of papers. So we got on the next train after about an hour. So when the train staff asks us for our ticket we do the whole story all over again and show the papers. He reads it and starts complaining that those aren’t the right papers and he can’t use these blah, blah… After some bitchin he finally gives up and moves along.

Eventually we got home at about 10am (we were sober by 9am), totally exhausted and probably looking like shit, but nonetheless mentally a little bit richer... And so much for the plan.

Lucy at the psytrance party

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