DOSE:	1 tablet	oral	MDMA
	5 bumps	insufflated	Ketamine	(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

120 lb

First of all, I think the setting of this trip is the most important part of it. I'm not usually a big fan of raves, but as soon as I got into this one (around midnight), I was blown away by the intensity of it.

I started the evening with six dollars and throughout the course of the night cunningly obtained an ecstasy pill and a vial of the purest ketamine I've done yet. I have done e over fifty times, and I know the drug well. It added a little kick to the k at the beginning of the trip, but tapered off as the k gradually took over. I was with three good friends during the rave and knew many other people there, but I didn't expect to even have a decent time--thanks to the ketamine this night was one of the best of the summer.

Myself, JK and Pukes crammed into a stall for our first bumps. I'm pretty sure we each took two. I dragged them onto the dance floor, the music pounding in our brains and seemingly controlling our bodies. I'm NOT a dancer, I DON'T dance. With the exception of drunken skanking I usually sit these things out. I've learned now that ketamine is a very useful tool for the kinetically-artistically challenged, as I simply couldn't ignore the beat. My body was doing things I had no idea it could do.

About a half-hour after this we tried to find a spot away from security, as the girl's bathroom was now being watched. We took another bump each, danced a bit longer, and wove our way through the crowd looking for a quiet place to maybe do a line and really get ourselves going. Failing in our search, we sat on the bathroom floor and pretended to be making a call to our parents (or so we told security, hovering closer than would be comforting), and ever so slyly took another bump. Right after this one I remember struggling with my hair extensions (I was sweating profusely and they were tangled around the dreads) and I didn't want to be seen so dishevelled in a place where everyone looks like a florescent plastic doll. I didn't know how to explain this to my friends so after distressing for a while I just took my shirt off and removed the goddamn hairpieces.

Here's the thing--I didn't quite mean to fall into a k-hole. I've done ketamine probably about 15-20 times, all moderate doses. I just felt like doing more after I had removed the clothing and hair (I guess it was weighing me down, I felt much freer and more able to dance), so I scooped out the equivalent to two or three bumps and snuffed it right up the left nostril, good-bye reality. Right after I did it I shook my head at Pukes and told her to watch me for a bit. I think I knew I was going in.

Here's where the madness really started. We were on the dance floor, the venue (although I had been there a few times before)
Was now an alien place of very unusual qualities. The music controlled time. When it sped up, I was in a frenzy of chaotic, spasmic dancing, the dancefloor was the same. When it slowed down, they all slowed down--I couldn't move any faster than the
Music--and sound became muffled and prolonged. The landscape stretched, colours were amazingly vibrant. I turned in every direction, unsure of where to go, for everything seemed so vastly different from when I first entered...

Then HE approached. The one who hypnotized me with his bloody glowsticks. I have never felt like a housefly before, but I can't find another way to describe how attracted I was to these brilliant lights. We ended up kissing--I didn't see his face, and I'm not sure why it happened--but it was actually one of the most intense, sensual and intimate kisses I've ever had. The ten minutes
I think I was with him seemed like hours, and the taste of peach gum kept drawing me back to him. I would collapse on him, finding it hard to move, connected at the tongues, and then break away after a moment of 'whatthehellamidoing?'. I was in such a disoriented state, my hypnotist kept changing faces. I felt that I knew him, that I was supposed to be with him. Supposed to follow him. We kissed again and he was only a physical entity, one whose person would change from my ex-boyfriend to my best friend to the many people I had seen that night. Therefore because I knew him, I trusted him, and he half-carried, half-dragged me to a back room with many vacant couches. I'm not sure of his intentions with my fucked-up sixteen year old self but I'm sure I wouldn't have liked them, so thank god for good friends. JK and pukes must have been just as horrifyingly confused and muddled as I was, but they pulled me away after I stood frozen with indecision at the door to the room. I think I stopped there because I was nervous about where the door led to (I was positive we were in a bar, outside somewhere), but whether by Providence or coincedence I'm glad I did.

I don't remember much after that, just a lot of dancing until I started to become coherent again. My lip ring came out, and I sat down and wrestled with it, the K still in my system but not overwhelmingly so. As I was doing this the guy I had been with just an hour before (the one who, in retrospect, was the center of the trip) passed by and saw me. I couldn't speak to him after what I had just experienced in my mind, so we all left the rave at this point.

As we exited I couldn't help but feeling I had left my mind back in the rave--that utterly alien planet of reality that bent to the beat. I hope I'm never the same after that.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65256
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 16
Published: Mar 22, 2018	Views: 1,010
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