Timeline:
9:00 – 11:00PM: 4 pints beer
1145PM: 125mg mdma bombed
1215AM: Half an E? pill taken from bloke in queue
0100AM: additional 125mg mdma bombed
0140AM: Marijuana smoked
Okay, this guy who i’ll call F and a few of his mates were going to a drum and bass/dubstep night in birmingham, and had some crystal form MDMA for the night. They crushed the crystals into powder and wrapped it in rizlas to form bombs.
He started drinking beers at about 9PM; everyone was looking forward to the night, the vibe was nice. F got through 4 pints of beer by the time they arrived at the event, about 1145PM. At this point, he and a few friends dropped their first bomb of MDMA.
The queue was pretty long, so they got chatting to some randomers for a while. One particular guy who didn’t seem in a great way (about 45 years old, probably too much alcohol) showed us some small white pills he had (maybe 6mm diameter, 5mm tall) and said he was afraid to take them on his own. He said he’d break a pill in half, and take one half if F did the same with the other half afterwards. F was slightly intoxicated by the alcohol, and (yes very stupidly) agreed and dropped half of this pill at about 1215AM, thought nothing of it.
They got inside the rave and went for a cigarette, after the smoke the MDMA was setting in and everyone felt like going to dance. After dancing for about 45 minutes and peaking on the first bomb of MDMA, F and some others decided to drop another similar bomb. They continued dancing until about 0130AM, then figured it’d be a good idea to grab a pint of water and smoke a blunt outside.
They went outside passed the blunt around, having a great time. Everyone found socialising very easy and were all vibing to the music. At about 0145AM they went back inside, F particularly was loving it, felt absolutely great.
This is where it gets ugly, at about 0155AM completely out of nowhere, F started getting really scared and freaked out and said he had to go outside. He didnt really seem to know where he was going but eventually found his way onto the smokers terrace. He realised he was in a bad way, he noticed everyone around him was leaving trails behind them, and people who were talking weren’t saying real words.
He stood on his own for about 30 minutes, with increasingly bad waves of paranoia and anxiousness spreading through him. He was getting really bad tunnel vision, the tunnel would get smaller and smaller and F thought that if the tunnel completely filled his vision, he would die. He was very scared at this point and began to wonder what was in the pill he had taken.
He eventually recieved a text from his friend and replied that they should come outside. They report F was looking very pale, with very little focus in his eyes and he looked in a bad way. The buzz from the MDMA had not completely left him, however the tunnel vision came back in waves and everytime it returned the feeling of death would also return. Along with rapidly changing body temperature, F was having huge trouble moving his limbs, he opted to go for a walk so he didnt completely freeze up which was very difficult for him.
Even in his poor state he seemed to be handling himself well, he was able to communicate with the people around him who could tell he was in a bad way. He spoke to a guy who was often around the venue, and told this guy he’d taken half a mysterious pill. The guy told F that there’s been some dodgy pills around lately, and a lot of people had been hitting the deck, vomiting, and then remaining almost motionless for several hours with a puckering look in their faces.
F remained outside on the smokers terrace until about 0430AM, smoked a joint, and finally felt ready to go inside. He went through to the toilet, had a piss, then went to dance. The trippiness had subsided a lot, the paranoia and tunnel vision completely. This lasted about an hour, and F had the time of his life dancing to the music. Then again, the tripping and paranoia returned so F decided he would go outside the front and wait for his friends out there.
They came out, and they all made their way home on a minibus. As F was on his way home, he kept seeing buildings and signs that weren’t there, he saw a girl sitting on a guys lap in the front of the bus who wasn’t actually there. Finally he got home, and had a very poor sleep between about 0830AM and 1500PM.
F describes this as a horrible experience, and hopes that this accurate report will help him find out what he has taken. He’s done a fair amount of research and suspects PMA.
Thanks for reading.
