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| >Warning: I do not condone the usage of legal or illegal psychoactive substances. This is just a story from my past, please do not attempt to recreate this scenario.

Hey hey hey from the Overground District danger/cyb/! My name is DissoDexter, and as I said I'd do in my PCP Safety Guide, here I am to tell you about my first ever experience with that very drug, PCP.

Dose: One bowl of Rezzin Hash followed by a 1 gram Cannabis joint dusted with PCP powder
Body weight: 130lbs
Age: 17

| This is the story of two young boys out for some fun, who got a lot more than they bargained for. In this story is me and my friend Terence. Terence is a good friend of mine and we often toked up together during these high school days. This happened during summer vacation just before grade 11, which meant that we just wanted to be two stoned, carefree little bastards.

| We had a good sized joint (1 gram) of cannabis. The guy who sold it to us, Jimbo, had actually said that it was laced with PCP, but we didnt believe him, thinking he just wanted to charge a little extra. Later on we would discover Jimbo's honesty.

Terence came over around nine in the evening, and as usual I told my parents I was going to Terence's while he had said the same to his parents. We were set for a great night.

| First, we went to the local JC Elton's to load up on food for the night, and then went to 'The Boardroom' as we like to call our designated spot. The Boardroom was this abandoned shack in a run-down park in Cathedral-2. I wonder if it's still there, haven't been down from Overground in quite some time. Anyway, when we got there, we took a few hash tokes and decided to go for a wander. This was about ten o'clock at night. We walked to an old soccer field in the park.

| We did the usual stoner things, talked about how awesome it was to be high and carefree and such. We then laid down on the soccer field and looked up watching the moonlight play off the clouds, looking at shapes and interesting patterns. This is when I had my first trip out of the night. As Terencr was trying to show me how a cumulus looked like a goat, I let my eyes take in the entire sky.

| I was suddenly filled with an intense feeling of awe at the universe. And my mind began to wander in thought of the immense distance between myself and those shiny lights in the sky, the billions of miles away that they would have to be, for something so incredibly massive to appear so small.

And then suddenly, my grand thoughts were shattered by a most peculiar shape. There, in front of me in the sky, was an enormous apparition, taking up the entire stratosphere.

| It looked like...well..."A HUGE FUCKIN' FISH!" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly for no particular reason we both burst out laughing. As I shook with mirth, I could feel the air leaving my lungs in small spurts, and it caused a vibrating tremor to go through my whole body. We talked about how this was "some good shit". Little did we know it was only the beginning. Keep in mind, this was just the Rezz doing this, we had yet to even smoke the PCP joint.

| We went on for another while until about Eleven o' clock PM when we were coming down subtantially enough to want to smoke some more. I remembered the stuff we got from Jimbo and suggested the idea, and Terence was in agreeance. Suddenly we realized that we had been carrying huge bags of food around with us and hadn't eaten any of it. We decided to gorge ourselves after our smoke session.

| We sat down on a nearby swingset in the park and blazed up. It was noticably harsh on the lungs, harsher than even the Rezz, which was a bit of a shock, but we didn't think much of it. After we smoked the joint, we walked over to an overgrown section of the soccer field, where the grass was four-to-five feet tall, with the idea of sitting down and eating while the high hit us. We rolled around for a second, flattening a circle for us to sit in. Then we broke out the food.

| As I sat in the grass chewing on some chocolate, a really interesting sort of high began to come over me. It felt like a cannabis buzz, but something was different. As I sat eating in total silence, the feeling that somthing was VERY different suddenly became evident, though I could not begin to really describe it at that time. I began to panic at the state I was entering into.

| Looking back, was almost like a light psilocybin mushroom buzz, except that it was more intense than anything I had ever felt at that time. I began to feel like nothing existed beyond the small circle flattened in the grass that was up to my chest when standing up. The light from the small electronic lantern I had brought illuminated everything in our little circle, but nothing more.

| The panic lessened slightly when I felt I should communicate with Terence, and that it would help me if he was feeling this like I was. He said he was feeling really messed up too, and was a bit freaked out. Being a seasoned hippie tripper, I knew what to do to calm him down, as the only thing worse to me than me having a bad trip is me giving someone else a bad trip, especially a friend.

| I explained that if anything goes bad in a trip, just go with it, think positive, and that it would be just one cool ride. This was about twenty minutes after smoking the joint. We ate and talked mostly about how cool this high was as it got more and more intense. Then we started talking about the universe, and this was when the PCP really kicked in, as you'll be able to tell from our thoughts.

Our talk came to the conclusion that life is governed by karma.

| Life was divided into two types of actions, actions that resulted in the release of positive energy (good vibes), and actions that resulted in the release of negative energy (bad vibes), even wondering if science could somehow prove that protons and electrons, small electrical signals, could somehow have a physical feeling to them which dictated happy or sad moods.

| We also deduced that humankind had raped and destroyed the earth since the first person to upset the natural ecosystem to the newest generations of tech-junkies which produce more waste than they could ever possibly know. It was as though every word we spoke was law, and I believed every bit of it at the time. It was as though this drug had opened up our minds to see what the world really was, not how society and the corporations had conditioned us since birth to believe.

| I then realized why I had the views I had, how society had shaped them and told me all these lies as a child. First and foremost being 'drugs are always bad'. It was insane how this drug was making me think, it was as though it had taken me to a level above the rest of the world. I felt an extreme apartness from everything around me except the natural world.

| As I sat in our cocoon of grass, I felt as though I had become one with nature, that I finally understood the universe and the purpose of us being here.

How could I have not seen it? It was so blatantly obvious. One must live in "good vibes" and reach higher states of enlightenment. Only then, can they reach the next state of peace.

| Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. The next level. Everything those ancient history classes taught about ancient religions. Buddhism. Nirvana, that higher state of enlightenment. That was what we had to achieve...And PCP was the way to get there.

All of these thought raced rampantly through my head, and this was only the beginning. In a state of utter bliss I let myself fall backwards into the grass, and all of a sudden it felt like I was falling through a blaze of fire.

| The fire did not burn me though, as I was above it, temporarily in that nirvana, that state of total enlightenment. As I fell back, I was suddenly soaring through the sky in what was probably the most powerful hallucination I had ever had at that point. I felt as though I was soaring on wings made of dreams, through the consciousness of the millions of people asleep in their beds at this hour.

| I went through thousands of peoples dreams instantaneously, a state of universal conscious connection to every other person in Glitch City. The one that sticks the most in my memory to this day is that of a small Lilim boy, who's human mother had been shot by a militant group of anti-Lilim rebels. The dream lasted a few hours, and I watched the boy weep over his mothers body, and run from the bad men who had gunned her down.

| That was how it was for what seemed like an eternity, just watching dreams like this one and others.

Suddenly, I felt as though I was being sucked down to the ground in an enormous vaccuum. THUD. I hit the ground. I then realized that only a few seconds had passed! Time was totally not percievable. I looked at Terence, who had a dazed look and was apparently tripping out in his own mind just as much as I had.

| I looked at my watch to see that it was 11:45. Terence had to go home at 12:30, and I at 1:00. Then, Terence snapped out of it, and we once more began our conversation about the universe and how fortunate we were to have figured it all out. We sat and ate and talked for awhile, pondering about which kind of vibe each action we made would make. We got into a very deep discussion about the magnitude of the good vibe that came from us figuring out how karma really worked.

| Soon it was 12:15, and Terence and I started home. He went home and bade me good night, but I still had an hour to kill and was still significantly stoned. So I did what I often do when I'm stoned and alone, and laid down under an electric tree in a courtyard near the border of Cathedral-2 and Neon. I then tripped out while staring at the moonshadows of the branches, making shapes and patterns whirling about, periodcaly glancing at my watch until it was time to go home.

| At 12:35 I meandered back to my place. I snuck upstairs so as not to wake my parents, and climbed into bed with my headphones on, and let the sweet sounds of one LSDREAM song soothe me to a great sleep. This ended what I like to consider one of the best trips of my life.

Upon waking the next morning, I tried to piece together the night's events. I called Terence and we both admitted that we were really fucked up last night, and that we had no clue whatever we were talking about.

| Neither of us could really remember at that time what had happened. It took days to really piece all of it back together.

Later that day, we decided to give Jimbo a call and get some more of that "god-tier shit". ;)

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this first edition of DissoDexter's Trip Reports! I have an entire lifetime's worth of these experiences, and I will share more as time allows it. Stay safe, Glitch City, and stay weird.
-DissoDexter, /cyb/'s local psychonaut.