levitation nation
Greenlighter
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I open this letting you know that I don't have a proper measurement on how much 2C-B I did. It, however, was enough I will say. It was however much was in the capsule, which was enough for one normal-sized line.
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This is a trip report of my first experience on the research chemical 2C-B. This took place about 2 days ago, in fact it was about 36 hours from the writing of this that my experience began. There were six of us who converged on the apartment – myself, my friend Cid, his girlfriend Hag, Crust, his girlfriend Garnet, a friend of mine from high school Reefer, and Ness. Cid, Hag, Reefer, and Ness all were doing LSD, and Crust and Garnet were experiencing that same substance for the first time in their lives. This would also be the first experience I had on 2C-B.
The night began with them dropping the LSD and me waiting until it was time to do some 2C-B. Having seen Cid and Ness recently insufflate 2C-B, I knew it hits fast. So as the LSD’s effects started to be felt by all but Crust and Garnet I set up a line and blew it as fast as I could. An immense burning engulfed my sinuses, much worse than anything I had insufflated in the past. I went into the bathroom to make sure there was no residue sitting around my nostril, and as I looked in the mirror I quickly saw a morphing of everything surrounding me. Nausea slowly started to set in.
I returned to the room where we all were and remarked, “This hits fast.” And then I lied down. It kept coming and coming, like I was picking up speed on an Enterprise at an amusement park. I knew that nausea and motion sickness came with the territory, and I worked long and hard to repress them. But as movement all around me continued and lights flashed on and off I rushed into the bathroom as a precautionary measure. Nothing happened, I was confident this was it. Unfortunately I was wrong, the ride had just started. Spins got worse and worse, and I thought to myself “I just vomited.” I stress I do not remember vomiting at all, even as the events of the night continued I simply could not remember what it looked or felt like. Crust came in as support to make sure I was okay. He told me to blow my nose, at which point I believe I did.
I once again returned to the room and thought I had finally hit my peak, I asked Cid and Ness how long it took to even out, and they gave me moral support letting me know I was almost there. They were right, I was almost there, but not entirely there. The motion sickness I had felt only a few minutes earlier tripled into this cacophony of chaos in which I exclaimed “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”. I ran back into the bathroom, tried to fight off one last bout of nausea, and of course failed. However, after vomiting for the second time I suddenly became confident that it was indeed all over. And it was. I was getting full open-eye-visuals. Everything around me was breathing, moving, the lights were pulsating and emitting a rainbow prism from their edges. This was what I had waited for. But one strange thing – I had this lumpy feeling in the back of my throat. Most likely from a mix of the 2C-B’s powder and throwing up, but this would bother me the rest of the night.
At this time we all went for a walk, everyone was feeling either a body high or getting visuals, or would be very soon. We walked around this small town on the water in order to see a meteor shower, but it was obscured by clouds. We continued our trek down to the water itself, passing the occasional person on the street. It was hard to exactly understand what was going on for me though, I kept feeling like I saw things running around me, but it was really just the light playing tricks on me. I could completely understand how people would have an interest in using this drug in a rave environment.
Crust was very giddy with excitement now, and his spirits lifted mine. Despite this I had the annoying lump in my throat and was questioning why I didn’t just take LSD – by far my favorite substance in the world. We all walked down to the water and saw the strange instance of a police officer, or as Crust later pointed out – a cyborg. This cyborg officer flew into the parking lot where we were walking in hopes I guess to catch a drug deal, and then repeated the process over and over in an automated manner. All my misgivings about the trip had now subsided as I was in a state of comfort. The light effects were very soothing, and I was enjoying seeing something out of the corner of my eye, looking to see it, and then realizing it was simply not there.
We walked back to the apartment, but as we walked up the hill from the parking lot where we saw the cyborg officer I laughed about how we were fenced in. Truth was, there was a fence on pretty much all of the grass, but I just saw it as extending across the road. This could have very well happened when I was sober, as Ness pointed out for me when we discussed our experiences of this night. As we started to walk back, the same police officer was seen once again doing his or her automated patrol.
We wanted to smoke a joint, but the heavy presence of police officers made this appear impossible. As our walk continued, Cid pointed out to me how it was humid. It was at this point that I finally noticed temperature, the concept had completely vanished from my mind in the last hour since my 2C-B experience began. It was also drizzling slightly, and this I did notice. But it was more noticing the fact that I was being hit with raindrops than that the raindrops were cold or what have you. There were more police officers flying around the streets, breaking their own laws, as we concluded our journey back to the apartment.
It was time for us to chill out and relax. I enjoyed this calm that had come over me. The 2C-B was nowhere as intense as it had been, but I still couldn’t look at anything without it morphing its shape on me. Nonetheless, I knew that the ride was slowing down. After about two hours of tripping, Crust, Garnet, and I went out to smoke some marijuana. It was enough to ease the annoyance in my throat a little, and also calm me down. I didn’t notice until then that my entire body was moving quickly. I think that’s the heart of 2C-B though as a chemical, it does so much to you that you can only focus on some of its effects. I, being the psychonaut that I am, chose to focus on the hallucinatory effects as opposed to the physical effects.
After smoking I started to drift off and just share a good time with my friends -- talking about anything and everything, enjoying good music, and waiting until I dozed off. The 2C-B was all but gone after three and a half hours, and it was around this time that I went to sleep. I had work the next day, my last day at that particular job, and I wanted to at least have some energy for it. Crust, Garnet, and Ness – especially Crust and Garnet – remained giddy until practically sunrise. They decided to leave early in the morning, I apparently had been woken up by them a few times during the night, but I do not recall this at all. It, again, is probably unrelated to the 2C-B and is instead related to simply how humans sleep. I then woke up on about four hours of sleep, and slowly got myself prepared for work.
The next day I felt clearheaded, but as I told Ness “everything felt weird”. Work just felt different to me, I felt somewhat detached from everyone. My throat still felt odd, but not as bad as it had the night before. After work I smoked marijuana, and I got much higher than I usually have. I do believe this is related to the 2C-B experience in some manner, but I can’t decide exactly how.
So, would I do 2C-B again? Yes, but I would prefer to try and experience it at a rave or something similar. At various times in the night I wanted to get up and move, this goes back to my body moving fast, and just couldn’t fulfill my desire. Am I glad I took it over LSD? To be honest, I’m not. I know the opportunity to do LSD comes around more often than 2C-B, and that is positive reinforcement to my decision. But at the end of the night, I felt like there was so much more I wanted to do – and this more was LSD.
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This is a trip report of my first experience on the research chemical 2C-B. This took place about 2 days ago, in fact it was about 36 hours from the writing of this that my experience began. There were six of us who converged on the apartment – myself, my friend Cid, his girlfriend Hag, Crust, his girlfriend Garnet, a friend of mine from high school Reefer, and Ness. Cid, Hag, Reefer, and Ness all were doing LSD, and Crust and Garnet were experiencing that same substance for the first time in their lives. This would also be the first experience I had on 2C-B.
The night began with them dropping the LSD and me waiting until it was time to do some 2C-B. Having seen Cid and Ness recently insufflate 2C-B, I knew it hits fast. So as the LSD’s effects started to be felt by all but Crust and Garnet I set up a line and blew it as fast as I could. An immense burning engulfed my sinuses, much worse than anything I had insufflated in the past. I went into the bathroom to make sure there was no residue sitting around my nostril, and as I looked in the mirror I quickly saw a morphing of everything surrounding me. Nausea slowly started to set in.
I returned to the room where we all were and remarked, “This hits fast.” And then I lied down. It kept coming and coming, like I was picking up speed on an Enterprise at an amusement park. I knew that nausea and motion sickness came with the territory, and I worked long and hard to repress them. But as movement all around me continued and lights flashed on and off I rushed into the bathroom as a precautionary measure. Nothing happened, I was confident this was it. Unfortunately I was wrong, the ride had just started. Spins got worse and worse, and I thought to myself “I just vomited.” I stress I do not remember vomiting at all, even as the events of the night continued I simply could not remember what it looked or felt like. Crust came in as support to make sure I was okay. He told me to blow my nose, at which point I believe I did.
I once again returned to the room and thought I had finally hit my peak, I asked Cid and Ness how long it took to even out, and they gave me moral support letting me know I was almost there. They were right, I was almost there, but not entirely there. The motion sickness I had felt only a few minutes earlier tripled into this cacophony of chaos in which I exclaimed “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”. I ran back into the bathroom, tried to fight off one last bout of nausea, and of course failed. However, after vomiting for the second time I suddenly became confident that it was indeed all over. And it was. I was getting full open-eye-visuals. Everything around me was breathing, moving, the lights were pulsating and emitting a rainbow prism from their edges. This was what I had waited for. But one strange thing – I had this lumpy feeling in the back of my throat. Most likely from a mix of the 2C-B’s powder and throwing up, but this would bother me the rest of the night.
At this time we all went for a walk, everyone was feeling either a body high or getting visuals, or would be very soon. We walked around this small town on the water in order to see a meteor shower, but it was obscured by clouds. We continued our trek down to the water itself, passing the occasional person on the street. It was hard to exactly understand what was going on for me though, I kept feeling like I saw things running around me, but it was really just the light playing tricks on me. I could completely understand how people would have an interest in using this drug in a rave environment.
Crust was very giddy with excitement now, and his spirits lifted mine. Despite this I had the annoying lump in my throat and was questioning why I didn’t just take LSD – by far my favorite substance in the world. We all walked down to the water and saw the strange instance of a police officer, or as Crust later pointed out – a cyborg. This cyborg officer flew into the parking lot where we were walking in hopes I guess to catch a drug deal, and then repeated the process over and over in an automated manner. All my misgivings about the trip had now subsided as I was in a state of comfort. The light effects were very soothing, and I was enjoying seeing something out of the corner of my eye, looking to see it, and then realizing it was simply not there.
We walked back to the apartment, but as we walked up the hill from the parking lot where we saw the cyborg officer I laughed about how we were fenced in. Truth was, there was a fence on pretty much all of the grass, but I just saw it as extending across the road. This could have very well happened when I was sober, as Ness pointed out for me when we discussed our experiences of this night. As we started to walk back, the same police officer was seen once again doing his or her automated patrol.
We wanted to smoke a joint, but the heavy presence of police officers made this appear impossible. As our walk continued, Cid pointed out to me how it was humid. It was at this point that I finally noticed temperature, the concept had completely vanished from my mind in the last hour since my 2C-B experience began. It was also drizzling slightly, and this I did notice. But it was more noticing the fact that I was being hit with raindrops than that the raindrops were cold or what have you. There were more police officers flying around the streets, breaking their own laws, as we concluded our journey back to the apartment.
It was time for us to chill out and relax. I enjoyed this calm that had come over me. The 2C-B was nowhere as intense as it had been, but I still couldn’t look at anything without it morphing its shape on me. Nonetheless, I knew that the ride was slowing down. After about two hours of tripping, Crust, Garnet, and I went out to smoke some marijuana. It was enough to ease the annoyance in my throat a little, and also calm me down. I didn’t notice until then that my entire body was moving quickly. I think that’s the heart of 2C-B though as a chemical, it does so much to you that you can only focus on some of its effects. I, being the psychonaut that I am, chose to focus on the hallucinatory effects as opposed to the physical effects.
After smoking I started to drift off and just share a good time with my friends -- talking about anything and everything, enjoying good music, and waiting until I dozed off. The 2C-B was all but gone after three and a half hours, and it was around this time that I went to sleep. I had work the next day, my last day at that particular job, and I wanted to at least have some energy for it. Crust, Garnet, and Ness – especially Crust and Garnet – remained giddy until practically sunrise. They decided to leave early in the morning, I apparently had been woken up by them a few times during the night, but I do not recall this at all. It, again, is probably unrelated to the 2C-B and is instead related to simply how humans sleep. I then woke up on about four hours of sleep, and slowly got myself prepared for work.
The next day I felt clearheaded, but as I told Ness “everything felt weird”. Work just felt different to me, I felt somewhat detached from everyone. My throat still felt odd, but not as bad as it had the night before. After work I smoked marijuana, and I got much higher than I usually have. I do believe this is related to the 2C-B experience in some manner, but I can’t decide exactly how.
So, would I do 2C-B again? Yes, but I would prefer to try and experience it at a rave or something similar. At various times in the night I wanted to get up and move, this goes back to my body moving fast, and just couldn’t fulfill my desire. Am I glad I took it over LSD? To be honest, I’m not. I know the opportunity to do LSD comes around more often than 2C-B, and that is positive reinforcement to my decision. But at the end of the night, I felt like there was so much more I wanted to do – and this more was LSD.
