spaceroach
Bluelighter
Holy shit. What a ride.
Took the (12mg) dose around midnight last night. I played some Morrowind while I waited to come up. Got first alerts around
12:45. By 1AM I was beginning to trip. I remember looking at this little ape statue (see no evil) I keep on my night stand;
it was growing and shrinking in places. The wood grain pattern on my night stand then began to ripple and flow like water.
I looked at my bed. The patterns on the cover were doing the same thing. I noticed the floor was rippling, morphing. I was
experiencing some gastrointestinal discomfort, so I went to the bathroom. Just gas, thank god. But the tile flooring was
fractalising and moving around; it felt very busy. It seems like an eternity has passed, but a glance at my phone indicates
it was 1:17. It seemed I was in for a long night.
An hour later. There was a degree of anxiety, common to me, over the necessity to be completely silent lest I wake my
mother sleeping in the next room. I am tired yet wide awake, full of a cold sweat. Attention span is completely out the
window. Hallucinations are becoming severe; the painting on my wall has become 3-dimensional, shifting and writhing.
Indeed, everything has a waving, melting look to it. This is getting more intense by the minute.
Sleep is attempted. My blankets are difficult to navigate as my tactile senses are just as melty as everything else. I'm
hot, I'm cold, I'm hot again... sigh. My mind has nowhere to turn but inward at this point. Instead of the usual
introspective hell I'd have expected, this was decidedly abstract, like touching spatial dimensions that maths buffs like
to dream of. At the same time, my conscious mind was stuck in some cognitive loop, saying, "God this is cool but when does
it wear off? Has it been twelve hours yet? This time dilation is a bitch." I check the clock. 2:13.Wait an eternity.
Check the clock. 2:14. Ah shit. I lay there, forever, restless yet exhausted. In this state I lay until 8 o'clock, when my
mother's gone to work.
I get up. I am still very stoned, and so tired. I eat a banana. It's a little green, but my body needs it, and welcomes it.
Again, no attention span. Don't know what to do. Try sleeping again. No dice. I start watching Pan's Labyrinth. Pretty
heavy movie for a head. I finally attempt to relieve myself again to no avail. I can feel the brown explosion just waiting
to be born, but it's not ready yet. For now, just gas. Thank god.
By 11am I remain somewhat disoriented but the profound hallucinations have ceased. Still can't sleep though.
So, based on this one experience so far, I have found 2c-e to be a serious psychedelic that does not much lend itself to
recreational use. Its effects are so profound and long-lasting I could imagine someone less prepared than I was to have
an episode. Especially given that the dose I took would be considered fairly low. In the future, lower doses yet will be
explored.
Took the (12mg) dose around midnight last night. I played some Morrowind while I waited to come up. Got first alerts around
12:45. By 1AM I was beginning to trip. I remember looking at this little ape statue (see no evil) I keep on my night stand;
it was growing and shrinking in places. The wood grain pattern on my night stand then began to ripple and flow like water.
I looked at my bed. The patterns on the cover were doing the same thing. I noticed the floor was rippling, morphing. I was
experiencing some gastrointestinal discomfort, so I went to the bathroom. Just gas, thank god. But the tile flooring was
fractalising and moving around; it felt very busy. It seems like an eternity has passed, but a glance at my phone indicates
it was 1:17. It seemed I was in for a long night.
An hour later. There was a degree of anxiety, common to me, over the necessity to be completely silent lest I wake my
mother sleeping in the next room. I am tired yet wide awake, full of a cold sweat. Attention span is completely out the
window. Hallucinations are becoming severe; the painting on my wall has become 3-dimensional, shifting and writhing.
Indeed, everything has a waving, melting look to it. This is getting more intense by the minute.
Sleep is attempted. My blankets are difficult to navigate as my tactile senses are just as melty as everything else. I'm
hot, I'm cold, I'm hot again... sigh. My mind has nowhere to turn but inward at this point. Instead of the usual
introspective hell I'd have expected, this was decidedly abstract, like touching spatial dimensions that maths buffs like
to dream of. At the same time, my conscious mind was stuck in some cognitive loop, saying, "God this is cool but when does
it wear off? Has it been twelve hours yet? This time dilation is a bitch." I check the clock. 2:13.Wait an eternity.
Check the clock. 2:14. Ah shit. I lay there, forever, restless yet exhausted. In this state I lay until 8 o'clock, when my
mother's gone to work.
I get up. I am still very stoned, and so tired. I eat a banana. It's a little green, but my body needs it, and welcomes it.
Again, no attention span. Don't know what to do. Try sleeping again. No dice. I start watching Pan's Labyrinth. Pretty
heavy movie for a head. I finally attempt to relieve myself again to no avail. I can feel the brown explosion just waiting
to be born, but it's not ready yet. For now, just gas. Thank god.
By 11am I remain somewhat disoriented but the profound hallucinations have ceased. Still can't sleep though.
So, based on this one experience so far, I have found 2c-e to be a serious psychedelic that does not much lend itself to
recreational use. Its effects are so profound and long-lasting I could imagine someone less prepared than I was to have
an episode. Especially given that the dose I took would be considered fairly low. In the future, lower doses yet will be
explored.
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Lovely stuff though
