Phrin16
Greenlighter
Ok, time to get some statements out of the way before I start this trip report. I've done many drugs from the daily cannabis smoke to mushrooms, speed, cocaine, morphine, xanax, valium, klonopin, too many to even remember. Well anyway around the time I started to getting very into psychedelics a "dude" showed up around my town who we'll call B and his friend who we'll call P. They were selling mass amounts of what they'd call the 2Cs. I've read a little on wikipedia of the 2C so I decided 2C-E it was and bought a 20 milligram gel capsule of 2C-E and then the trip began.
7:25 - Pop orange capsule printed with two sheep containing 20 milligram 2C-E orally. Tasted like grape. Walked from downtown to the local nature reserve to chill with my ex-girlfriend.
7:40 - We arrive at a heavily wooded spot in the Reserve and proceed to smoke a cigarette. The trees looked purple-ish but I think it was just the light or maybe my imagination, not way this could hit yet.
7:55 - Finished cigarette and proceeded to a bench where my ex-girlfriend finds a tic crawling up her sock towards her ankle. This is when the trip starts. Bad vibes, horribly stomach-crunched bad vibes emenate from this insect. We walk fast out of the woods, me mumbling about tics and such to myself. She asks me if I'm tripping yet. I'm not getting any visuals, just bad feelings from this woods.
8:00 - We're about out of the woods now and almost out of the reserve entirely. The tops of trees are breathing now, things smell funny, very strange breathing effects. I can feel this is going to be a very psychedelic journey tonight.
8:10 - We arrive back at Starbucks downtown to get some waters seeing as we both feel a bit queezy stomach-wise. I'm starting to really trip now, my face feels like its being pinched by thousands of little imps. I'm at the counter ordering waters whilst colors around me are meltion into each other and breathing all around. I feel like I'm the anchor in this psychedelic ocean of melting colors and strange vibes. I get my water and go to the bathroom. I feel like I must vomit, but do not. I piss. We go outside now to light up a cigarette, I take one drag and almost vomit on the spot. "Hold it, the cigarette. I can't smoke, I'll puke" I say. The brick pillars holding up the tops of buildings and the lights on them are changing colors smoothly, from hues of red to a deep purple and back to brown and white. Things are breathing all around. We leave Starbucks.
8:20 - We arrived at one of the local elementary schools and sit on a curb in the parking lot. I vomited a small bit on the way here, it appeared neon green and orange. Now I feel much better. She needs to be home soon so I see her off and finish my cigarette. I pat her on the back and tell her I'll call her later into our journey. I'm alone now, walking. She appears to be at my side still even though she is not, she appears almost clear as day. It's a long walk to my home I think, I'm not going to make it like this, especially on this busy street.
8:45 - Its getting very intense, horribly intense. The tracers left by the passing cars are bright white lines, and they will not leave. They seem to be encased in some strange electric current, I don't know. I don't know if I can cross the street, the cars appear to be morphing out of each other. I need a baby sitter for this trip, it's intense.
9:00 - About halfway home know, it's still rising even higher. A woman with a small poodle walks by, I looked down at the poodles face and it looks back. It turned into the face of panting white demon. Horrified, I quickened my pace. The leaves of the trees are spinning, nothing is it's original color, the colors constantly changing. A green car passes me with people I knew in it I think, theres a face coming out of the one of the windows and it's mouth is a giant black hole, melting. That face stays with me for a while.
9:10 - The trip is coming on harder and harder. I can't walk right. I call my brother who lives nearby to get me and drive me home seeing as I'm tripping harder then I thought possible. I try to make the visuals stop, but they will not. I close my eyes only to be greeting by space-like lines and strange shapes intertwining and morphing into each other and spinning.
9:12 - My brother arrives. I rush to his car smiling like a lunatic. He just smoked a joint he tells me and doesn't like driving high, we need to hurry, he says. This car ride was frighteningly intense, nothing like I've experienced before. I thought I was in a spaceship blasting through space with stars and galaxies on all sides swirling by. Steely Dan playing.
9:20ish - Home now. I walk through the front door and talk a coke from the fridge. Smile and nod at my mother who is lazing about sipping on a beer watching TV. Whats up she says, nothing I say, my voice unnaturally loud. My mom is fine with drugs, just not cocaine as I had a problem with it a while back. I put on some comfortable fleece pajama pants and lay down on my soft futon.
9:25 - I am melting. Into my very own futon. Strange purple and black prisms echoing in my vision. Pulling me in, the prisms. I don't know whats real and whats not. I'm tripping harder then I thought possible. This must've been much more then 20 milligrams, possibly 30. I look at my ceiling and trip out of hours. Time isn't real, nothing is. This ensues for hours.
It's almost 11:00 now. I'm still tripping very, very hard. I log onto facebook to see if my ex-girlfriend is on. I felt a very strong connection to her on this trip. It's a good psychedelic to be on with other people, as connections are vibrant and strong. She is, but I can't read. The chat-box is resizing itself, bigger and smaller. The letters are dancing like ballerinas and shaking and flying around. I look to my left into my walk in closet. A mess of abstract shapes and colors all wrestling around with each other. "It's a jungle in there" I kept murming, not even going near there.
Practically midnight now. Still tripping, maybe not as hard, but still pretty hard.
Nothing much more worth reporting as I was laying in my futon tripping out for hours after this and on facebook, as well. This ensues to about 4:00 in the morning when I pass out.
7:25 - Pop orange capsule printed with two sheep containing 20 milligram 2C-E orally. Tasted like grape. Walked from downtown to the local nature reserve to chill with my ex-girlfriend.
7:40 - We arrive at a heavily wooded spot in the Reserve and proceed to smoke a cigarette. The trees looked purple-ish but I think it was just the light or maybe my imagination, not way this could hit yet.
7:55 - Finished cigarette and proceeded to a bench where my ex-girlfriend finds a tic crawling up her sock towards her ankle. This is when the trip starts. Bad vibes, horribly stomach-crunched bad vibes emenate from this insect. We walk fast out of the woods, me mumbling about tics and such to myself. She asks me if I'm tripping yet. I'm not getting any visuals, just bad feelings from this woods.
8:00 - We're about out of the woods now and almost out of the reserve entirely. The tops of trees are breathing now, things smell funny, very strange breathing effects. I can feel this is going to be a very psychedelic journey tonight.
8:10 - We arrive back at Starbucks downtown to get some waters seeing as we both feel a bit queezy stomach-wise. I'm starting to really trip now, my face feels like its being pinched by thousands of little imps. I'm at the counter ordering waters whilst colors around me are meltion into each other and breathing all around. I feel like I'm the anchor in this psychedelic ocean of melting colors and strange vibes. I get my water and go to the bathroom. I feel like I must vomit, but do not. I piss. We go outside now to light up a cigarette, I take one drag and almost vomit on the spot. "Hold it, the cigarette. I can't smoke, I'll puke" I say. The brick pillars holding up the tops of buildings and the lights on them are changing colors smoothly, from hues of red to a deep purple and back to brown and white. Things are breathing all around. We leave Starbucks.
8:20 - We arrived at one of the local elementary schools and sit on a curb in the parking lot. I vomited a small bit on the way here, it appeared neon green and orange. Now I feel much better. She needs to be home soon so I see her off and finish my cigarette. I pat her on the back and tell her I'll call her later into our journey. I'm alone now, walking. She appears to be at my side still even though she is not, she appears almost clear as day. It's a long walk to my home I think, I'm not going to make it like this, especially on this busy street.
8:45 - Its getting very intense, horribly intense. The tracers left by the passing cars are bright white lines, and they will not leave. They seem to be encased in some strange electric current, I don't know. I don't know if I can cross the street, the cars appear to be morphing out of each other. I need a baby sitter for this trip, it's intense.
9:00 - About halfway home know, it's still rising even higher. A woman with a small poodle walks by, I looked down at the poodles face and it looks back. It turned into the face of panting white demon. Horrified, I quickened my pace. The leaves of the trees are spinning, nothing is it's original color, the colors constantly changing. A green car passes me with people I knew in it I think, theres a face coming out of the one of the windows and it's mouth is a giant black hole, melting. That face stays with me for a while.
9:10 - The trip is coming on harder and harder. I can't walk right. I call my brother who lives nearby to get me and drive me home seeing as I'm tripping harder then I thought possible. I try to make the visuals stop, but they will not. I close my eyes only to be greeting by space-like lines and strange shapes intertwining and morphing into each other and spinning.
9:12 - My brother arrives. I rush to his car smiling like a lunatic. He just smoked a joint he tells me and doesn't like driving high, we need to hurry, he says. This car ride was frighteningly intense, nothing like I've experienced before. I thought I was in a spaceship blasting through space with stars and galaxies on all sides swirling by. Steely Dan playing.
9:20ish - Home now. I walk through the front door and talk a coke from the fridge. Smile and nod at my mother who is lazing about sipping on a beer watching TV. Whats up she says, nothing I say, my voice unnaturally loud. My mom is fine with drugs, just not cocaine as I had a problem with it a while back. I put on some comfortable fleece pajama pants and lay down on my soft futon.
9:25 - I am melting. Into my very own futon. Strange purple and black prisms echoing in my vision. Pulling me in, the prisms. I don't know whats real and whats not. I'm tripping harder then I thought possible. This must've been much more then 20 milligrams, possibly 30. I look at my ceiling and trip out of hours. Time isn't real, nothing is. This ensues for hours.
It's almost 11:00 now. I'm still tripping very, very hard. I log onto facebook to see if my ex-girlfriend is on. I felt a very strong connection to her on this trip. It's a good psychedelic to be on with other people, as connections are vibrant and strong. She is, but I can't read. The chat-box is resizing itself, bigger and smaller. The letters are dancing like ballerinas and shaking and flying around. I look to my left into my walk in closet. A mess of abstract shapes and colors all wrestling around with each other. "It's a jungle in there" I kept murming, not even going near there.
Practically midnight now. Still tripping, maybe not as hard, but still pretty hard.
Nothing much more worth reporting as I was laying in my futon tripping out for hours after this and on facebook, as well. This ensues to about 4:00 in the morning when I pass out.
May be something to do with the stupid mistake i made thinking eating a whole box of crunchy nut clusters! What... i had the munchies bad Haha. Peace
