DillyDally
Bluelighter
A few months back a friend of mine called me and said he had some 2C-E and asked if I wanted to experiment with the new substance later that night, I was of course pretty anxious to try it out so I agreed. He was also to take a dose himself.
I decided to post this now after some time thinking about the experience, but it was a while back so forgive me if my mind is a little hazy.
I sat around my place for awhile doing lines of coke, and bullshitting with a friend of mine that was over. When four rolled around I rode over to my friends and asked about what dosage he planned on taking, he said 20mgs and since me and him have tried quite a few RC's out together at around the same doses, I told him simply to give me the same dosage as him.
I did a few last lines after taking the substance, but decided to quit at five since I didn't know if it would mix well with the 2C-E, and I was aware of how speedy it was supposed to feel. I was told the come-up would take about three hours or so.
Another friend of mine called about some Oxy and asked if I wanted him to come grab me and take me on the run since I could be impaired, and to kill time I agreed. About an hour passes and he gets there and we make the trip together to get the Oxy, and after about another hour and a half the run was complete. But I noticed the 2C-E kicking in on the ride back, because it started raining and I looked through the car window at the sky and noticed all the little rain drops had trails falling down with them. I started to panick a little, since i've only tried Tryptamines for the most part, and this was really my first serious Phenethylamine trip.
I quickly realized this was going to be a hardcore trip, as my thoughts were shooting all over the walls it felt like, and I felt quite paranoid I had taken too much. I went through the thoughts of paranoia that surround me still on RC trips at first, the fear of a bad reaction with the coke I had done around three hours ago, then I realized it could have just been a bad reaction to ME. After a while of this thinking I realized it was the paranoia setting in and that I was going to be fine, I just needed to get back to my friends house and out of that car. When we did finally get back I sat and listened to some Manson with my friend. I felt all the lyrics tearing my mind open and comparing my life to Manson, then my mind popped back to the 2C-E body load that was hitting me hard. No stomach problems really, just extreme excitation from the chemical, and it was uncomfortable as all hell. I told my friend I was having a very hard trip, and asked if he felt the same, but he just looked at me crazy and told me it was better than Acid for him.
At this point my mind was insanity, no thoughts were making sense and I was having a hard time just letting go of my body and letting the chemical take over. This is something I have learned to do with just about every research chem, just let go, but I found that very hard with how many different places my mind was going every few seconds. I decided to try and calm myself down with some Oxy, so I sat at the table and tried to clean off a 80mg Oxycontin but my mind kept wondering off the whole time. For some reason, I knew that this Oxy would calm me down enough to enjoy the experience, I didn't really care how bad of a combination it might be so long as it calmed my mind down from the 2C-E. And for the next ten minutes while I cleaned and crushed the Oxy I had no idea mentally what I was doing, but my body took over for me. I just knew this pile of powder was going to make me sane.
So I snarfed up half of the pill, waiting to make sure it was going to actually mix well. Suddenly, staring into the mirror and waiting for the Oxy to hit I felt my mind thank me. I was getting a pretty bad Oxy habit at this point, I did it everyday if I could obtain it. And if I couldn't I did morphine, or ate lortabs, and if no opiates could be obtained it was Xanax. My mind was telling me all this, and that I should be more careful about all the drugs I had been using. I could almost hear my mind talking to me as I stared into that mirror, and suddenly the music was making sense to me, and I did up the other line of Oxy after I heard my mind telling myself that it was needed to not have a bad experience. At this point in time 80mg wasn't that much for me, enough to get high but not enough to please me. But I wasn't trying to get scagged out, I was simply trying to calm down from the 2C-E experience.
After a few hours the Oxy had been overpowered by the 2C-E, and I thought about how scared I was for that feeling to come back... I figured I wasn't much of a phenethylamine fan, or that I had taken to much, but the trip had baselined by now and I was actually enjoying the visuals, and the mindset was much more comfortable now. I decided to make the all neighborhood, four block drive home at this point, as I wanted to be alone and it was a very short drive. Irresponsible I know, but hey at least i'm honest.
Everything on the road was wavey in very fluid like motions, with sparkles of purple and yellow winding through the concrete road, lights were also very bright to me, my vision seemed to be enhanced or something. I got home very quickly and laid in my bed listening to music for awhile, still very shellshocked from the experience. I couldn't sleep, though I was trying very hard. The bed felt so foreign to me, like it had a new touch, music also felt this way. Even bands I have listened to for years sounded like a whole new experience.
I did another half of an Oxy 80 and reflected on the experience... I still find myself reflecting on the experience, as it was great just hard to integrate. I feel I need to have another experience with it, that I had done too much simply.
I decided to post this now after some time thinking about the experience, but it was a while back so forgive me if my mind is a little hazy.
I sat around my place for awhile doing lines of coke, and bullshitting with a friend of mine that was over. When four rolled around I rode over to my friends and asked about what dosage he planned on taking, he said 20mgs and since me and him have tried quite a few RC's out together at around the same doses, I told him simply to give me the same dosage as him.
I did a few last lines after taking the substance, but decided to quit at five since I didn't know if it would mix well with the 2C-E, and I was aware of how speedy it was supposed to feel. I was told the come-up would take about three hours or so.
Another friend of mine called about some Oxy and asked if I wanted him to come grab me and take me on the run since I could be impaired, and to kill time I agreed. About an hour passes and he gets there and we make the trip together to get the Oxy, and after about another hour and a half the run was complete. But I noticed the 2C-E kicking in on the ride back, because it started raining and I looked through the car window at the sky and noticed all the little rain drops had trails falling down with them. I started to panick a little, since i've only tried Tryptamines for the most part, and this was really my first serious Phenethylamine trip.
I quickly realized this was going to be a hardcore trip, as my thoughts were shooting all over the walls it felt like, and I felt quite paranoid I had taken too much. I went through the thoughts of paranoia that surround me still on RC trips at first, the fear of a bad reaction with the coke I had done around three hours ago, then I realized it could have just been a bad reaction to ME. After a while of this thinking I realized it was the paranoia setting in and that I was going to be fine, I just needed to get back to my friends house and out of that car. When we did finally get back I sat and listened to some Manson with my friend. I felt all the lyrics tearing my mind open and comparing my life to Manson, then my mind popped back to the 2C-E body load that was hitting me hard. No stomach problems really, just extreme excitation from the chemical, and it was uncomfortable as all hell. I told my friend I was having a very hard trip, and asked if he felt the same, but he just looked at me crazy and told me it was better than Acid for him.
At this point my mind was insanity, no thoughts were making sense and I was having a hard time just letting go of my body and letting the chemical take over. This is something I have learned to do with just about every research chem, just let go, but I found that very hard with how many different places my mind was going every few seconds. I decided to try and calm myself down with some Oxy, so I sat at the table and tried to clean off a 80mg Oxycontin but my mind kept wondering off the whole time. For some reason, I knew that this Oxy would calm me down enough to enjoy the experience, I didn't really care how bad of a combination it might be so long as it calmed my mind down from the 2C-E. And for the next ten minutes while I cleaned and crushed the Oxy I had no idea mentally what I was doing, but my body took over for me. I just knew this pile of powder was going to make me sane.
So I snarfed up half of the pill, waiting to make sure it was going to actually mix well. Suddenly, staring into the mirror and waiting for the Oxy to hit I felt my mind thank me. I was getting a pretty bad Oxy habit at this point, I did it everyday if I could obtain it. And if I couldn't I did morphine, or ate lortabs, and if no opiates could be obtained it was Xanax. My mind was telling me all this, and that I should be more careful about all the drugs I had been using. I could almost hear my mind talking to me as I stared into that mirror, and suddenly the music was making sense to me, and I did up the other line of Oxy after I heard my mind telling myself that it was needed to not have a bad experience. At this point in time 80mg wasn't that much for me, enough to get high but not enough to please me. But I wasn't trying to get scagged out, I was simply trying to calm down from the 2C-E experience.
After a few hours the Oxy had been overpowered by the 2C-E, and I thought about how scared I was for that feeling to come back... I figured I wasn't much of a phenethylamine fan, or that I had taken to much, but the trip had baselined by now and I was actually enjoying the visuals, and the mindset was much more comfortable now. I decided to make the all neighborhood, four block drive home at this point, as I wanted to be alone and it was a very short drive. Irresponsible I know, but hey at least i'm honest.
Everything on the road was wavey in very fluid like motions, with sparkles of purple and yellow winding through the concrete road, lights were also very bright to me, my vision seemed to be enhanced or something. I got home very quickly and laid in my bed listening to music for awhile, still very shellshocked from the experience. I couldn't sleep, though I was trying very hard. The bed felt so foreign to me, like it had a new touch, music also felt this way. Even bands I have listened to for years sounded like a whole new experience.
I did another half of an Oxy 80 and reflected on the experience... I still find myself reflecting on the experience, as it was great just hard to integrate. I feel I need to have another experience with it, that I had done too much simply.
