Originally Posted by PlayaMama
i accidentally dosed myself at burning man 2005, lazlo was still ebf. i knew better but still ate a piece of candy from an art installation. about two minutes later i was like, that candy was actually not sweet and didn't have any branding i recognize. oops. i made myself puke and about fifteen minutes later felt myself start to get trippy.
i made my way back to camp. they contacted rangers who contacted medical staff... apparently it is safe to nurse after getting dosed
luckily the trip remained very mild but it really sucked to get something like that when not expecting it.
Exactly-- and I've *never* been expecting it.
Hence my acknowledgement that I am simply not cool enough for Gaian Mind.
But no, I didn't eat or drink anything that had been given to me by an untrustworthy source. It was either something in a little purple pipe (my sister says it's very common for people to soak pot in ecstasy & acid and let it dry before they smoke it) or a tab that rubbed off onto me (sweat, rain, dancing... yeah), or a kiss or who knows what.
I mean the possible mechanisms of delivery are wide open. Which explains, of course, why the young fellow didn't dance much, and spent all of his time working in the kitchen or at Dragons or at registration.
Is it weird that a fifteen year old kid who doesn't do drugs was way more on the up-and-up than I?
I'm glad I wasn't breastfeeding.. but if I was, I'd have had Bear and/or Bella with me, so I probably wouldn't have gotten as far from my tent as I did.
I am still riding the wave.
: My life has been intensely crazy for some time now, but at least I'm feeling positively about it.
People like me; I have friends, I get out of the house and socialize with people who know that I am a mother but don't think of me as, exclusively, a mother, because they themselves are more multifaceted than that. The woman who runs the kitchen, for example, is a tattoo artist, loves psy-trance (Gaian Mind is her favorite festival), has loads of piercings, and is nursing her 15 month old (the three year old has been weaned-- she was a twiddler
). Something which totally tickled me pink: I ran into her daughter before I left, and I was wearing the bag in which I carry my tarot cards. She pointed to the bag, eyes wide and sparkly and said, "Are your cards in there?!" and when I said yes, she wanted to draw one. I was just tickled to be in a place where a three year old would recognize a bag as being the right size to have a deck of tarot cards in it.
And know what to do with them! So adorable.
She and her aunt (who is about six) each drew a card, and told the woman who was watching them that she needed to draw as well.
Yeah see, I'm still kinda rambly. My sister said it was like, a couple of months after she dropped before she was totally clear again. Her story, when I asked, "Have you ever dropped?": "One year, for new year's eve, our school had us all sign a contract saying that we wouldn't drink alcohol or smoke pot, we'd just have a good time. So, we all got together and dropped acid."
Way to obey the spirit of the law.