Set: last trip until past the exams. Setting: my house, the three trippers alone (well, with two cats around).
t+0: We three people prepare our dosages. I do 15mg, P does 12.5mg, and T just 10mg (it's his first experience with 2C-E), measured with the vodka & syringe method. We do some chit chat, comment previous experiences and prepare the little that is left.
t+0:45- Our phenethylamine friend starts to kick in. Mild jaw tension, euphoria, mild light-headedness. I put the movie 'Baraka' to play.
t+1:45- Visuals are evident. It's hard sometimes to recognize what's on screen. Towards the end of the film (the sky shots) movements and objects seem impossible, shapes non-recognizable, it looks like what an M.C. Escher video clip would be.
t+2:40- "Yellow Submarine" comes into play. BTW, I play the films from the computer in my room to the TV in the living room. Also I use Linux. The command line acted weird, completion didn't seem to complete what I expected it to.
t+3:00- T rolls a very loaded HQ hash & tobacco joint. We both take it 3-4 hits. Whoa, excellent stuff. I start to spin my head around at the rhythm of the music. Head, music, visuals, everything magically synchronized.
t+3:30???- I realized I wasn't inside the film and found myself standing in front of my sofa, not knowing how I got there. P and T dodn't seem to pay attention to my stance. I just remembered why I was there, but it's a far memory. The music seem to come from everywhere (but it's stereo). I feel palpitations synchronized with the basses from the music, the walls buzzing. I sit down and try to calm myself. Unfortunately, the music ends and I have to bear with a Blue Meanie-centered scene. I try to follow the plot but lose the thread continuously. My thoughts look like they try to escape from my consciousness. I find it hard to remember what was I thinking just 1 second ago. I feel anxiety, since I know I'm no longer in charge (not much at least), and the idea of how I underestimated my substance crosses my mind.
At some point P asks me if I'm OK, and I answered that I am. I don't want to cause them any trouble. Seconds later, my answer looks like it was said a veeery long time ago.
A music scene comes again, my mood is enhanced. I find the inter-music scenes tedious and depressing. In any case I'm delighted with the acid eye-candy The Beatles gave to us 40 years ago. Some scenes say "Hey, acid eaters from the future... now take this!!!". My few words "echo in time". I say them and then I both listen them seconds later and remember the sound from minutes ago. It's like they come forth/back from the future and the past, not knowing exactly when I actually said them.
The "how the fuck I got here" feeling occured more times that trip. At some point I found myself leaving the room, and I had to ask my mates what was I going to do. "You were gonna pee". "Ah, that was it." It was like touching reality for 1 out of every 5 or 10 minutes, being those minutes memories from a distant past.
Some of my muscles are sore. My jaw is hard tight.
As the film ends I try to setup a music playlist. I finally (think I) finished, but not without problems. My searches returned unexpected results. The letters act weird. Scrollbars shrinking like if the list to be scrolled was growing. Computers don't like tripping users.
4:50- We've been listening to music for a while, introverted. P left to pee like 10 minutes ago. I go to see if he's OK. I find him petting one of the cats. It's incredibly soft to the touch. We stayed there like 5min more. The cat enjoyed it as much as we did.
6:00- T is mostly baseline. He leaves to rest. P and me stay introverted in our music. I almost fall asleep a couple of times.
7:30- P and I are mostly baseline, he leaves. I put in order some of the mess, and then go to sleep.
P.S: probably to be revised and extended.
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Never had it. Would love some.
-------------------- “I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.” - Rumi “The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” - Carl Sagan
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