Feeling vibrations. Explosion of sound. The smell of sweat. Flashing lights changing from one color to another. Breathing hard. Feet throbbing. New friends. My favorite DJ's. I miss the random people. The bright and crazy clothes. The skimpy almost nude girls running around. Clacking of kandy. Trading bracelets one right after the other. Blinding colors of the elaborate kandy bracelets. Clouds of smoke. People piled up against the walls creating cuddle puddles. Exchanging of names. The rave scene. Some people are scared of it I am inthralled by it. Mesmorized by every little thing that happens there. I love it. I find it so interesting, so fun, and so addicting. It's like a drug. You can't get enough of it. Instead of doing ecstasy or dropping acid I dance on the packed dance floor till they turn the lights on and kick everyone out. I love the stories I hear from different people. How someone got their rave name. What their first rave was. How many raves they have been to. The need to go to the next rave. Itching and scratching to buy the next ticket. I miss that scene. I miss it all. How sweet it is. Next. I am exploding with excitement. Here I come.
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