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MDMA is my substance of choice. Coke and speed are a damaging waste of time, acid/lsd leaves me too disconnected from reality to party, and MDMA is the perfect middle ground between euphoric stimuli and the energy to dance the night away. BUT this means I can't rave very often. 3 months inbetween uses minimum means I've gotta make the most of my night rolling. I'm sure many of you know the feeling.
Just as a pre curser, I've been to a few 'raves' hosted at normal night clubs, which are effectively just mainstream shite music with a heavy bass line, accompanied by the unpleasant fucks who attend normal night clubs regularly (UK boi, 18 is the legal drinking age and fake IDs get by most bouncers, so it's just a testosterone fuled shitshow most of the time, and people on mdma trying to share their love don't get received very well because people want me to miss them with that gay shit). For this particular rave I was hopeful of a 'real' rave, but was expecting to be let down as per. The rave was in a place beginning with L and the organisers are called BW. HMU if by any chance you were there ;).
Friday night. I'm sat in my university library trying to do anything to keep me occupied in my painstaking wait for the night ahead. I make this post and you guys kept me occupied for a while, my excitement was building, and then it began. I'll start my story at the end of my that post.
So it begins...
Me and my bro arrive in L at a similar time, he's trekked a two hour bus journey, I've only had to make an hours trek. First time seeing eachother in months, we hug it out and head to maccies for a pre night out 'meal', and head to tesco for some fruit juice.
We finish up and get in the cue at about half 10.
In the cue stood some unsavoury faces. I noticed some of the locals notorious for fighting and no good behavior. I was feeling a little let down right off the bat if im honest, but hey, we'll still make it a good night.
In we go, me and my bro grab a beer and head to the smoking area whilst the place fills up. Were sat talking about random shite in the freezing cold, a few people come over and join us and we all have a good chat together. Very unusual for a normal UK club for this to happen so early, before anyone is shitfaced. This gave me an incling that tonight might not be so bad. As we shake handa and they walk away, I notice they each have a bottle of water in their back pocketrs. I look past them at the now fairly full smoking area and nigh on everyone there has a bottle of water protruding from their back pocket and the girls without back pockets are holding them in their hands. It clicked that everyone was here for the same reason. I become increasingly excited to drop my initial bomb and get the party started. My mates stomach wasn't feeling too good, so he decides he'd rather wait. I oblige but am a little disappointed.
About 11:00 he goes for a poo and comes out of the loo ready to goo. We head to the smoking area and ask the dudes we met earlier if we could be cheeky and have some water to take our bombs. He says no problem, and then it began.
We head to the dance floor and start awkwardly shuffling about the already rolling rave goers. I didn't feel much of a come up, all i remember is one of the most explosive pops of my life at about 12:00. I (we) went from awkwardly enjoying some good tunes, to being one with the music.
Just for reference sake, the music was drum and bass, house, techno, jungle and reggae (new DJ every hour from 10PM till 5 AM. Without fail the best Djs i've ever been to see, truly mindblowing sets. Remixes of classic pendulum tunes and a fucking fantasitic born slippy mix that left me feeling quite litrally orgasmic. The music was making sweet, gentle love with my ears and brain. I was melting into the music.
To save this being longer than it needs to be (a little late i know) I'll bullet point my highlights of the night.
The people. Lad or lass, so care free and so nonjudgmental, everyone dancing with everyone. No hangups or self consciousness, no ugly people, no bad people: just beautiful people everywhere. I would've (and for the most part did) hugged every single person there if I could, just to show my gratitude for their existence on that night. Lost souls all gathering in the same place for the same reason.
The dudes with the water. These dudes were buying bottles of water just to save those in need. Any time I started to loose my grip in reality, and stand still in a daze, I would have a big ass dude or friendly gal (a fellow party goer just like me) come over and offer me some of their water (at £3 a bottle too). Must've been 5+ times where i go a bit hazed and out of nowhere a random angel appears to refresh me with gods finest H2O. You guys are fucking amazing, and I joined the brigade of water sharers after I had been rescued from the brink a few times. Huge shoutout to you guys. Literal guardian angels.
That one gal I got acquainted with in a surprisingly clean toilet. It didn't feel sexual, it just felt right. Moving on swiftly.
The fucking ledgend who saw my jaw with a mind of it's own and offered me his last piece of gum. Just to put it into perspective, I wouldn't give my last piece of gum to my own flesh and blood if it was the only thing to save their life (not quite, but you get the gist, it's a big deal). A total stranger gave me his last piece of gum without me having to ask or even talk to him first. You sir are among one of the kindest human beings I have ever encountered, and that small act of kindness made my night. The minty hit sent me into an even deeper euphoria but chewing the gum settled my off the chains jaw. We hugged it out very passionately for what felt like an eternity before parting ways with a kiss on the forhead. That hug felt more intimate than the girl I was with in the loo. It's weird how mdma makes you feel things so differently.
Whoever the guy who put his rave glasses (which i now know are diffraction glasses, or they might have been something similar) you sir took me to another dimension. I was havin a boogie next to him, we made eye contact and he could see i was off my nut just like he was. Off came his shades and on me they went. At first I just thought it was cool this rando was lending me his shades for a sec, a little odd but yanno, it was cool. Whilst he was taking his shades off to give to me for a bit, I took my bucket hat off (a very sentimental hat, it has been with me for every roll I have ever had. It is my favourite possession in the world.) and placed it upon his head. These glasses took me to another fucking world altogether. I was peaking and putting these on, I just didn't know how to comprehend the world. The music, the aptmosphere, the lights. It was just mind blowing. We switched back, locked arms and patted eachother on the back in a very 'thanks bro, i won't forget this' kind of way. My bucket hat for reference, it's a deep navy but lighting is a bitch. If you saw this hat you saw me ;).
The other dude with the bucket hat. One other guy at the rave had a camo bucket hat, and sir you looked cool as fuck. We complemented eachothers hat 10 or so times, because we either forgot or thought it was amusing. The minute he asked me about the big lez show was the minute i knew i was home. Fackin skits bucket hat for doin skitz shit. You know it.
The second DJ who came into the crowd to party with us. Fucking legend, I didn't really believe him on the night but i didn't care, he could've said he was an astronaught for all i cared. That night we were who we wanted to be. Only he actually was the DJ (as verified by facebook the next day), and I'm taken aback that i partied with a fantastic DJ for a while. Idk thought that was pretty cool.
I got stuck in a loop. The MDMA i took was onion flavoured, and was fresh from NL party squad. I was expecting big things and boy oh boy did it deliver. I was having strong visuals at one stage, mixed with the most bizarre brain movies. It's very hard to put into words that make sense but I'll try again. So I'm mid roll, absolkutely of my rocket still, and me and my bro are dancing away in the middle of the dance floor. I go o check my phone for the time, but get distracted by th ebeauty of modern technology and the live background that moved when i tilted my phone. I slis the phone into my pocket without even thinking, but then I imagined(?) that I had put the phone on a table that was right infront of me. I look up and obviously go to get my phone fron the table. There was no table. There was a girl. I basically caressed the shoulder of this girl. After realising my phone wasnt there i would quickly qithdraw my arm and bring it to my pocket to feel the phone there and apologise to the lovely lady (also pinging of course). But i couldn't stop. I was stuck in a sort of loop that i couldn't escape, phone, forget to read time, forget i put it in my front pocket, imagine(?) table, go to grab phone, caress shoulder, check phone, apologise and repeat. Thank fuck this girl was also rolling (or just really forgiving anyways) as at any other event I would either have been kicked out for being a sex pest, or had a big fuck off boyfriend come kick the shit out of me. But not here. Not in gods playground. After around 20 mins (i had 0 concept of time, so could have been 5 mins, could have been 30) she ended up offering me some water, and gave me a hug. Thankfully this broke the loop, i profusely apologise one last time and go find my bro who thankfully wasn't too far away. Please tell me if this is atleast a bit normal? First time having strong visuals on MDMA.
The staff. You bunch of fucking legends. Every damn one of you. From the bouncers to the bar staff, you're all ledgends. Fully knowiung what was about to go down, the AC was on full so we didn't overheat (which is a huge rarity in a club, usually I'm a million fucking degrees by midnight). The bouncers had smiles on their faces. I wanted to take a photo as it was the first I'd ever seen a bouncer smile. Whilst clearly off my nut (usually resulting in being violently ejected from a normal club) i asked bouncers for directions to the smoking area and the toilets, and I got a smile, an arm round the shoulder and clear directions by voice and finger pointing. At some point in the evening the staff had fucking cups of water with ice in free for us to take. Obviously tap water is a legal requirement for bars to offer, but they definitely don't need to have trays of cups of ice cold water for us to take. But they did. And it made the night just that little bit better.
I'll update if i remember anything else people will enjoy. I write these after trips more for myself, I love to relive the night through writing, and you'll notice as I wrote and I got more excited i used the word fuck or fucking more often. Apologies, but the memories just get me like that you know. So I apologise for the essay but I love reading these so maybe some of you will too.
A huge thank you to everyone who made friday night possible, and at 7:00 tonight I'm booking my tickets for the next BW rave in June.
An even bigger thank you to you guys, who have made it possible for me to get acquainted with MDMA and understand it, and more importantly respect it.
Let the good times roll, much love <3
bigup /u/Jncwhite01, /u/yungdrugabuse and /u/sunshine2846 for your messages, ya'll kept me sane during the wait and I read your reddit comments mid roll but didn't respond (I can't remember reading them, but I had no notifications when I woke up yet several comments I hadn't responded to, so ya'll made my night a little better for sure) :)