Whilst at Bestival I had met the "Kent-Massive", these are people that I was introduced to by Mr M Cat, and Planet Angel was the club event where he had meet them. I was persuaded to come along to the next Planet Angel event, not that it took much persuading of course.
I found out that this event is like no other I had been to before or since, it has serval features that make it unique, firstly it is run on a non for profit basis and secondly it does not advertise its events, the "marketing" is all done by word of mouth. This on the face of it may seem a little crazy, but it seems to work really well, it certainly was the most friendly event I have ever been to, and I only knew a handful of people there.
Date: 09 October 2009
Venue: Club Hidden Vauxhall
Weight:180lbs
Height: 6' 1"
Researched Substances: 2C-T-7
Total Dose: 50mg 2C-T-7
Route of ingestion: Oral
Main effects: Music appreciation, (for some music) completely unravelling of myself, lose of identity, dysphoria, huge visual distortions both open eye visuals, (OEV) and closed eye visuals (CEV), time dilation ,tactile enhancements.
Side effects : Sweating, temperature fluctuations, mental fogginess, paranoia, bowel moments, stomach tension, generally uncomfortable, heroic time dilation
Planet Angel October 2009:
Introduction
Following on from my research with 2C-T-7 at Bestival and decided to push things a little further with the new chemical, after previously trying 20mg and then 30mg, both with threshold effects I decide up the dose. My first thought was to up the dose to 40mg, seemed reasonable, however for some odd reason I was worried I would just get threshold effects again so at the last minute I decided to take 50mg, to ensure I got the full effects, well I certainly got a big and full effect, oh boy.
Friday
22.00
Parachuted 50mg of 2C-T-7, also took a couple of motion sickness pills as on other occasions this has always almost completely stopped any nausea.
22.20
Warm tinging and anticipation, particularly in the legs, could be placebo effects.
22.30
Things start to happen very quickly, already getting visual distortions, walls breathing and pulsing. I am taken aback by this considering my previous experiences with the substance, I am starting to suspect I have taken too much and I am fully aware I am in for the ride as a passenger going wherever the 2C-T-7 train decides to take me.
22.40
Urgent bowel movement required, toilet walls are going mental breathing massively, also water seems to be pouring down the walls, legs definitely heavy now.
22.50
As above but more so, 10lbs lighter now, I think I realise I will be alright, but fully aware I am not in control of this one.
23.00
Massive effects, I am getting the first signs of dysphoria and mental fogginess, if I could just stop going to the toilets things would be better. This is where I get my hatred of the toilets at Club Hidden from, but to be fair even if you are not lost in acid the toilets are fecking grim.
23.20
The last urgent toilet visit, I will stop mentioning them now, no one wants to hear about that any more.
23.30
I am now 90 minutes in, and I am still coming up, which would be fine except, I am now quite confused and although I can still speak I am finding this more and more difficult to find the words in my acid addled brain. Huge visual distortions going on, walls breathing, and people start to look zombniefied, very strange although oddly not scary as I can rationalise this, and I am aware they are not really zombies.
0.00
I am asked at about this time, what effects I am getting and what exactly I have taken, the only words a manage to get out are thus: "like acid"
0.30 - 02.00
This is the peak and although the visual distortions are still there, I almost do not notice as main overwhelming effect now is the complete unravelling of myself and almost complete loss of identity. I can not fully understand where I am, or indeed who I am, and why I am where I happen to be, some of my theories at the time included:
- We were all being rounded up between rooms, to make us think some "event" was going to happen. (This confusion was added and probably caused by the fact that someone was carrying this sign around at some point):
- I was between life and death and the struggle was somehow be played out, as some of the event host were in yellow vests, similar to emergency services personal, in touch of paranoia in this one.
- I just did not understand why everybody was all together in this one place, I had no concept of a club or anything, this was very weird, I just could just not quite grasp it.
02.00 - 02.30
Amazing closed eye visuals, were had whilst in the chillout room, along with the associated body-buzz and tactile enhancements, the DJ gave me a very knowing look whilst I tripped away like a raving loon in the corner very nice, just spoilt a little by the high body load that was being experienced, nothing horrible but could never quite get comfortable. I go fro a walk round the various rooms of the club, various rooms, there are three, however in the two main rooms they are playing drum and bass and one and hard house in the other, I can not live with either of these, it is just way to much for my acid addled brain to take in, I am forced like a scared meerkat back into the sanctuary that is the chillout room, oh yes back to the relaxing music and closed eye visuals for me.
02.30 - 03.00
Standing at the bar watching people walk from room to room I am finding this fascinating, seems I have been doing this for ages, but somehow I know, it has only really been one or two minutes very almost spooky experience. At this point one of the "Kent Massive", a Mr Ja Vu, says are you alright, which is nice, however as he walks up everything goes into a sort of super slow motion all I can hear is what I can only describe as the sound a helicopter blades would make but if there were turning at one revolution per second a sort of very loud whamp-whamp sound, basically it sounds as though I am in apocalypse now and just as quickly as it started everything returns to normal speed.
03.00 - 04.00
Patches of lucidity were creeping in lasting for a minute or two, before the 2C-T-7 would take hold again and pull me back into the abyss, a little over dramatic there, but you know what I mean.
04.00 - 05.30
Snatches of lucidity are getting longer, I want to leave for home, be I release it would be a bad time to leave the club and I am better off waiting until about 06.00 when the tubes and trains will start. I am experiencing heroic time dilation, at one point I look at my watch and all the dials are running backwards, what a bitching cruel trick to play on ones self. As patches of lucidity grow I can have a few chats with people and it appears I can now function and form sentences and everything.
05.45
I leave the club and start the short walk back to Vauxhall station, I am now getting time loops as I walk past the same garage three times, annoying but I just keep plodding on.
06.00
At station guard informs me that the tube is not running and explains I need to get the mainline to Waterloo then Northern line to Tottenham Court Road and change onto the Central Line, he has to explain this to me at least four times, really not as compos mentis as I thought. Sitting on the platform waiting for the train to Waterloo, let me tell you it was not easy to find the right platform, I have 5 minutes to wait for the train this takes at least 30 minutes from my point of view, also starting to get paranoid about other passengers.
06.15
Arrive at Waterloo, I am outrageously pleased with myself for making such a simple a straight forward journey, but it was a real struggle. Mr M Cat calls me to check I am okay, I think he was planning to drive me home, I then go to the toilet, these are better than the club ones, nice. Obviously still getting massive visuals but so used to that it as good as makes no difference.
07.00
The rest of the journey passes without incident, except I annoyingly have to get off the train a few stops early to go for a wee, however there is another train just behind the one I was forced to alight from.
07.30
I arrive home, on the taxi ride from the station to my house, I was again getting massive time loops, I mentioned this to the taxi driver that we had passed a particular bend at least three time, from my perspective, she seems a little concerned and drives a bit quicker, I shut up.
07.30 - 08.30
I am have temperature issues am I hot or cold, no just clammy and uncomfortable, I drop off to sleep at about 08.30.
12.00
I wake up, and to my amazement I am still tripping, not on anything like the previous scale however walls are still breathing a little.
Debriefing
Some important lessons learned here and not just the obvious one, i.e. don't take too much you dingbat. That said because of the amount taken and the large effects, I am now very confident it would take a lot to freak me out, as I am sure quite a lot of people I know would have freaked with what I went though, perhaps it does not seem so bad when it is written down, but it is my ability to take a step back from a situation and apply some cold emotionless logic to it which was enough to give me an anchor and keep me sane. That said maybe I am deluding myself a another 5mg would have turned me into a gibbering wreak!
