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Bluelighter
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155lbs
Drug: 2C-E
Dose: 15mg
Drug Experience: Very Experienced
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I was at "T"s house on Saturday, and his downstairs neighbor had mentioned being able to get some trip. We got his number, and purchased 45mg of it. It had been brought from China in powder form, but was made into a solution (1mg per mL). We invited "B" over to partake, leaving each of us with 15mg doses.
When we purchased it, we were told that it had been through so many people (coming from China), and that the 2C family had so many analogues, that it was believed to be 2C-B. When we got back, I looked up everything I could find about 2C-B, and saw that it was a five hour max trip, and the visuals would be mild. Holy shit, was I in for a surprise... After doing more research after the trip, I believe it to be 2C-E.
We dropped around four in the afternoon. Here is the rundown:
T+45 min: Body fry, a real heavy load. I went outside to smoke a cigarette with "B", and started to notice slight visual patterns. This is what I believed the trip was going to be like.
T+1.5 hr: Patterns in the ceiling dots similar to LSD. Geometric shapes started to form behind my eyelids.
T+2 hr: Okay, getting more intense now. "T" put "Super Jail" on the TV. My mind was racing, and that show was fucking crazy. It was so intense, it almost sent me into a bad trip. The mindfuck at this point was crazy.
T+3 hr: Watched a disc of South park. The disc contained the episode where Kenny gets really sick, and he's on his death bed. Stan was afraid to see him, and when he finally did go to the hospital to see him, it was too late. Kenny had died. I remember feeling extremely sad, which is ironic, considering it was South Park... I couldn't get off the couch. The visuals were overwhelming. Swelling, waving, geometric shapes everywhere. More intense than any LSD trip I've had, and that's saying a LOT. I got a text from my mom, talking about money, my drug habit, and my court date which was two days away. I almost had a panic attack, and had to put the phone under the couch and forget about it. Guilt, guilt, guilt.... I'm a failure.
T+4 hr: After South Park, we put in "A Scanner Darkly." I had forgotten how crazy the animation is. I coudn't tell the difference between real life and the animation. The movie looked like it was live-action. The visuals were CRAZY. I did, however, have an extremely uncomfortable body load, and very bad anxiety. I remember that all I wanted was a shot of dope to calm down, but it was 6:30, and the south side closes at seven. Plus, there was no way I could drive, and if I did somehow get it, there's no way I could hit myself. Thinking all of this just made the anxiety worse.
T+5 hr: We put in "Mr. Show," which is the most amazing show for tripping out to ever. I remember watching it when I was just high on weed, and I thought, "this show makes me feel like I'm tripping." So, watching it when I was actually tripping was..... intense. At this point, I had no earthly idea what was going on.
T+7 hr: This is still going? Wow. My nose was stopped up really bad all of a sudden, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. That was bothering me. "B" went outside to smoke a cigarette, and a moth flew in the room. We have a neon Red Stripe sign as a light, and the moth was flying around it. Watching the moth fly around in neon light was intense. The tracers from the moth's flight path made it seem like there were fifty of the fuckers all chasing each other. "T"s roommate came home, and the downstairs neighbors were having a party. I was just praying that they stayed outside. I find out at this point that "B" thinks we are just fucking with him, because he's not tripping. Come to find out, he's on SSRIs and he couldn't trip. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do.
T+8 hr: "T" wants me to take a shot of whiskey with him. I take one, and it doesn't sit well. I hold it down for about thirty minutes, but out of nowhere, I have to throw up. I made it to the toilet. It's always weird throwing up during a trip.... No more whiskey for me. "T"s roommate comes in, and starts talking about movies and his favorite directors. I had no idea what he was saying, and he wouldn't stop talking!!!!!
T+10 hr. "T" and "B" go outside just to smoke, but apparently got caught up in talking to the people from downstairs. Visuals are still as intense as ever, and I have the infamous thought - "What did I do? Is this ever going to end?" Haha. Gotta love it. I got tired of being alone inside and everyone outside was drunk and loud. I couldn't handle it. I go in "T"s room and shut the door and turn off the lights. It's time for me to have a talk with myself. I steal his bed, get underneath all the blankets and lay there. And lay there... and lay there..... For a while, it was afraid to close my eyes. Every time I did, I saw a plume of blood flowing through my vision, like when you register before you shoot.... it was crazy. But eventually, I calmed down.
T+12 - 15 hr: Coming down.... slowly. Couldn't sleep.... Kept having obscure thoughts. I just waited and waited until ten. That's when I could go cop a bag to relax.
T+18 hr: Ten finally came, and I got out of bed and gathered my things. "T" and "B" are asleep on the floor. I felt bad I stole his bed, but I had to do what I had to do. The trip is over, but a slight mindfuck was still lingering. I got my dope and relaxed, and finally fell asleep.
Overall, I have to say it was a fun experience. I will admit, it was VERY intense. I don't know if 15mg is just a high dose, or if the solution was stronger than he thought, or what. From what I've read, a lot of people don't describe their 2C-x trips as this intense. The visuals topped LSD and shrooms, but I'd have to say I still prefer LSD. The body load on 2C-E was too much, and the anxiety was a killer. The visuals, though, were way crazy. The tracers, patterns, and colors were amazing. Lots and lots of blues and reds, sparkling in my periferral.
I would probably do it again. Not too soon though, but if it comes around again. I probably would only recommend it do avid trippers. I think if I had never done a hallucinogen before, or only had a couple of mild trips, I believe I would have lost it and not enjoyed it at ALL. Luckily, I knew to just ride it out and enjoy it. Lots of fun.
Rating: 8/10 - worth a go.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155lbs
Drug: 2C-E
Dose: 15mg
Drug Experience: Very Experienced
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I was at "T"s house on Saturday, and his downstairs neighbor had mentioned being able to get some trip. We got his number, and purchased 45mg of it. It had been brought from China in powder form, but was made into a solution (1mg per mL). We invited "B" over to partake, leaving each of us with 15mg doses.
When we purchased it, we were told that it had been through so many people (coming from China), and that the 2C family had so many analogues, that it was believed to be 2C-B. When we got back, I looked up everything I could find about 2C-B, and saw that it was a five hour max trip, and the visuals would be mild. Holy shit, was I in for a surprise... After doing more research after the trip, I believe it to be 2C-E.
We dropped around four in the afternoon. Here is the rundown:
T+45 min: Body fry, a real heavy load. I went outside to smoke a cigarette with "B", and started to notice slight visual patterns. This is what I believed the trip was going to be like.
T+1.5 hr: Patterns in the ceiling dots similar to LSD. Geometric shapes started to form behind my eyelids.
T+2 hr: Okay, getting more intense now. "T" put "Super Jail" on the TV. My mind was racing, and that show was fucking crazy. It was so intense, it almost sent me into a bad trip. The mindfuck at this point was crazy.
T+3 hr: Watched a disc of South park. The disc contained the episode where Kenny gets really sick, and he's on his death bed. Stan was afraid to see him, and when he finally did go to the hospital to see him, it was too late. Kenny had died. I remember feeling extremely sad, which is ironic, considering it was South Park... I couldn't get off the couch. The visuals were overwhelming. Swelling, waving, geometric shapes everywhere. More intense than any LSD trip I've had, and that's saying a LOT. I got a text from my mom, talking about money, my drug habit, and my court date which was two days away. I almost had a panic attack, and had to put the phone under the couch and forget about it. Guilt, guilt, guilt.... I'm a failure.
T+4 hr: After South Park, we put in "A Scanner Darkly." I had forgotten how crazy the animation is. I coudn't tell the difference between real life and the animation. The movie looked like it was live-action. The visuals were CRAZY. I did, however, have an extremely uncomfortable body load, and very bad anxiety. I remember that all I wanted was a shot of dope to calm down, but it was 6:30, and the south side closes at seven. Plus, there was no way I could drive, and if I did somehow get it, there's no way I could hit myself. Thinking all of this just made the anxiety worse.
T+5 hr: We put in "Mr. Show," which is the most amazing show for tripping out to ever. I remember watching it when I was just high on weed, and I thought, "this show makes me feel like I'm tripping." So, watching it when I was actually tripping was..... intense. At this point, I had no earthly idea what was going on.
T+7 hr: This is still going? Wow. My nose was stopped up really bad all of a sudden, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. That was bothering me. "B" went outside to smoke a cigarette, and a moth flew in the room. We have a neon Red Stripe sign as a light, and the moth was flying around it. Watching the moth fly around in neon light was intense. The tracers from the moth's flight path made it seem like there were fifty of the fuckers all chasing each other. "T"s roommate came home, and the downstairs neighbors were having a party. I was just praying that they stayed outside. I find out at this point that "B" thinks we are just fucking with him, because he's not tripping. Come to find out, he's on SSRIs and he couldn't trip. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do.
T+8 hr: "T" wants me to take a shot of whiskey with him. I take one, and it doesn't sit well. I hold it down for about thirty minutes, but out of nowhere, I have to throw up. I made it to the toilet. It's always weird throwing up during a trip.... No more whiskey for me. "T"s roommate comes in, and starts talking about movies and his favorite directors. I had no idea what he was saying, and he wouldn't stop talking!!!!!
T+10 hr. "T" and "B" go outside just to smoke, but apparently got caught up in talking to the people from downstairs. Visuals are still as intense as ever, and I have the infamous thought - "What did I do? Is this ever going to end?" Haha. Gotta love it. I got tired of being alone inside and everyone outside was drunk and loud. I couldn't handle it. I go in "T"s room and shut the door and turn off the lights. It's time for me to have a talk with myself. I steal his bed, get underneath all the blankets and lay there. And lay there... and lay there..... For a while, it was afraid to close my eyes. Every time I did, I saw a plume of blood flowing through my vision, like when you register before you shoot.... it was crazy. But eventually, I calmed down.
T+12 - 15 hr: Coming down.... slowly. Couldn't sleep.... Kept having obscure thoughts. I just waited and waited until ten. That's when I could go cop a bag to relax.
T+18 hr: Ten finally came, and I got out of bed and gathered my things. "T" and "B" are asleep on the floor. I felt bad I stole his bed, but I had to do what I had to do. The trip is over, but a slight mindfuck was still lingering. I got my dope and relaxed, and finally fell asleep.
Overall, I have to say it was a fun experience. I will admit, it was VERY intense. I don't know if 15mg is just a high dose, or if the solution was stronger than he thought, or what. From what I've read, a lot of people don't describe their 2C-x trips as this intense. The visuals topped LSD and shrooms, but I'd have to say I still prefer LSD. The body load on 2C-E was too much, and the anxiety was a killer. The visuals, though, were way crazy. The tracers, patterns, and colors were amazing. Lots and lots of blues and reds, sparkling in my periferral.
I would probably do it again. Not too soon though, but if it comes around again. I probably would only recommend it do avid trippers. I think if I had never done a hallucinogen before, or only had a couple of mild trips, I believe I would have lost it and not enjoyed it at ALL. Luckily, I knew to just ride it out and enjoy it. Lots of fun.
Rating: 8/10 - worth a go.
