(MDMA)+(Ketamine) - My first Kittyflip
So after the advice I was given about a month ago, me and my 2 other mates went ahead with our weekend of debauchery. We couldnt get mushrooms in the end, so just had around
4g of ketamine, 1.5g of mdma and 1g of coke.
I think this is a fairly long report as it occured over a two day period. I’m quite tired at the moment but wanted to share my experience. I had always been quite ignorant to ketamine, mantaining is was an anti social anti rave drug, and hated seeing people use it whilst I was out. Indoors however, is a different story.
The following report is as accurate as I can make it, but due to the nature of my mind over the two days I cannot be sure as to the exact order of events.
Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did tripping.
First day
I’ve had a stressful day and have been travelling all day. I’m very tired when I arrive, we have a bit of banter and decide to start on the mdma. We start with 100mgish bombs.
Normal MDMA trip, very emotional though. Normal pour your heart out self, I enjoy my trip for an hour or so and we all drop again.
Then we start on the ketamine.
This was my first time I used ket, and I didnt wana k-hole, I just wanted to enjoy my night. It as an indoor setting, we just played xbox and enjoyed some heavy dubstep courtesy of my new soundsystem. Love it.
I didnt really know what to expect. The ketamine gives the MDMA trip such a different dimension, but a good one.
I can feel every snare, every wobble - right to the bones.
This is what I had been waiting for, the last time I had dropped was before Christmas.
We go a bit crazy on the ketamine. I’m not preparing the lines, I’m just taking what is passed around. I try to keep in mind how much I’m taking, I’m with sensible friends, we know our limits. We all try to stand up, but my legs give way and I’m sprawled out on the floor. We set up duvets all across the lounge and crawl around, I feel like a helpless child, but I’m not scared.
More ketamine is insuffulated, and we make it back to the sofas. My friend plays MIA - Paper Planes, and begins to dance. I have a full blown mini trip. It was so beautiful,
the bass is booming and the dancing is out of this world.
The ciggarette I’ve half rolled (not very well I may add, the K has rendered my hands useless) suddenly sets alite.
It burns slowly, but I know it’s not real.
I look around to my other friend, and we both are seeing the same thing. We can move walls, we dip in and out of eachothers trips and snap back to reality for a few seconds, but then we are off again.
We are really tripping balls now, no need for more ketamine or MDMA. My friend goes to the bathroom, and he is gone for a while. We know how MDMA is let alone ketamine, people get distracted. We hear him call for help, so we try to manouver up the narrow staircase. My legs arent working, and my friend has to push me up the stairs. What is wrong with my friend?
He’s staring at the mirror in the bathroom, and is fine. He mantains he didnt shout for help, and we’re tripping. Better safe than sorry.
I can make patterns with my hands through the air, I can move walls, I am the maker of this reality.
We take a few pictures and videos just to see how mangled we look, and the results are hilarious. There is such a good atmosphere, nobody says much, we just mong to the dubstep.
It slowly progresses to a Fear and Loathing hotel room moment.
There is mess everywhere, and there is a “dank and heavy” feeling around. It’s so hard to explain, but it’s beginning to be too much. After rolling around on the floor, sitting, standing etc I begin to get really hot. I drag myself to the bathroom and vomit. I feel great afterwards, but it’s 6am. The trip is starting to die, I’m feeling to sober. Back to reality, I decide to sleep.
Day Two
I wake up around 2pm the next day and feel fantastic. No hangover whatsoever, so strange.
It must have been really clean MDMA
, it didn’t look anything special but I slept like a baby. I go buy some drinks to rehydrate myself but dont feel hungry. When I get back home the other two have just awaken. After a few hours, around 5pm, we decide to finish off the ket and MDMA. We drop a bomb each, and mix the rest of the ketamine with the remaining mdma in one pile for sniffing.
My mum bought me an mp3 pillow (if you dont know what this is, google it) so I plug in my phone. It’s amazing, something so simple giving me so much joy.
The pillow itself is like a marshmallow, I rub my face accross it.
I try to share the pillow around but nobody else understands…. We all decide it’s “my pillow”, only if I could share this trip with the others! To cool myself down I thought it would be a good idea to fill a bowl with water, and occasionally dip my hand in it, wiping the water over my head. The water dripping down onto my cheeks is intense.
It feels like my face is melting, but in a good way
(if that is possible haha). It’s so refreshing, but the other two take the piss out of me. “Your water, your pillow”. At least mate #1 was having epiphanies, we were all loving it.
It has already hit 12am, time has gone magnificently quick.
This is intense. The dubstep we are playing is out of this world. Transformer dubstep, the robots were speaking to us no doubt. Massive difficulties getting up off my seat, and my back begins to hurt quite alot. We all stand up, and
we have massive moon boots.
After fucking about for a bit, I move over to the bed, and stay there for the rest of the long, long trip. The only way I can describe my trip on day 2 is that I was constantly
falling back into smaller and smaller boxes of reality.
It was like a dream within a dream within a dream, except everytime I “woke up” something in the room was different. I have a “permenant” double vision, where everything I see is doubled and in fractals. Almost how I’d imagine a fly or an insect sees the world. It is annoying at the start, but I get used to it.
My friends faces were very distorted and quite frightening, although I realised it was the drugs so it didnt bother me too much. The room began to take different shades of colours, it would expand and decrease in size. We would philosphise to eachother about the value of drugs and talk shit about politics.
I was beginning to wonder if I would ever wake up from this trip.
I have no concept of time, and we are sniffing lines just before each “mini trip” completley dies down.
I wonder about the negative impact this trip is having on me, will I ever get back into touch with reality again?
I feel I am fringing on an ego death of sort; not helplessness of life rather despair that for every “box of reality” I fall back into something doesn’t feel right.
It’s very hard to explain, but I’m sure people who have done ketamine and MDMA together will know what I mean.
About 6am we go to bed. We are all nodding badly, and the lines we are taking seem to be giving diminishing returns.
I cannot remember how often we took lines
, but as you can imagine there was serious nose pain in the days after. I cannot accurately tell you how much ketamine we took, as gram wraps were borrowed and replaced from other peoples stashes during the night.
We are now starting out 3 month break. We move out in July and are moving in with some friends, it’s going to be an intense party house come then. We are celebrating with one last ‘fear and loathing’ party then, but
for now we are going to give our battered chemistry a break.
(Source: bluelight.ru)
