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2C-I Campout - ~27 mg - 3rd Time
I like to think I am decently experienced with psychedelics, but I was still a bit surprised at how much ~27 mg of 2C-I was different than the last dose of ~15 mg. The dose response curve around here is definitely not linear.
Anyways, to the trip. ~27 ish ml of lemon flavored water with 2C-I was taken around 2 am in the woods of New Jersey at a festival. The setting was very conductive to psychedelics, there being a sound system going all night, flouro decorations, tents, and a campfire. I was joined by 5 others, all taking between 20 and 30 mg of the same 2C-I. Massive amounts of vitamin C and ALA had been taken throughout the night as well, just as a precaution. My stomach was empty, save an oatmeal bar and energy drink.
First alerts come quick with this one. Within 10 minutes I noticed the tension start. However, it takes a long time to climb up. I started doing some stretching in hopes of relaxing me, but stretching only does so much with this kind of tension. We spend our time exploring the area, viewing the paintings, and conversing with the other people there. By now, the DJ had set the equipment up and started playing some very interesting tracks. The surround sound was very immersive, and with my eyes closed, the music seems to have some sort of force that only my mind can feel, and it feels almost physical. The headspace becomes more and more abstract and dreamy until about an hour or so in (After this, I no longer have the time, so everything will be relative), when the experience actually begins.
This is definitely psychedelic, and the visuals continue to become more and more awe inspiring. They are lucidly clear, and the rate at which they change is slow enough so that it is more of an art show than a sensory overload that some other drugs bring. The tension now turns into a relaxing energy, and I feel weighed down. I sit in a chair, and I feel comforted by its immersiveness on my body (It was one of those chairs you just sink into). I want to close my eyes, but I can only do so for so long before I am not there anymore.
Where I went to was some place of pure freedom. It started as 3 dimensional physical freedom as I seemed to float upwards into the visual headspace, almost as if in the center of a hollow globe. The awareness of my physical body began to contract into a smaller and smaller form, until it too seemed spherical, and just as it shrank down as much as it possibly could, it exploded out, and then I opened my eyes. I tried this a few times, but each time I could not keep my eyes shut as this happened.
Unusually, I had a ‘trip-off’ ability; if I wanted to understand reality, I had little difficulty, but why would I want to when I was having this much fun with mere words? We were sitting around a torch light of some sort, all in our own chairs, and that torch was our focus. It was moved once, as someone thought that fire and psychedelics didn’t mix, but we soon found out that we needed that light. We fed off of it, and used it as a communal focus. We would talk, and laugh, and laugh at things that made no sense
“Its like the clock, red”
“This hungry chair’
(Insert more nonsensical syntax here)
"Light is car!"
I was saying most of these, and I knew they made no sense, but at the time, they were too funny to pass up. Plus, everyone could not stop lauging at them. This went on for quite a bit, and my mouth actually started to hurt from laughing so much, so I went off. There was a lot more to explore. The main campfire was a distance off, and adventuring over to it was an amazingly slow process. Not only was the sky so immersive and the stars so numerous (I live in the city, and there was no ambient light here), but the visuals by this point made it hard to make out where I was walking too. When I got there, it was a beacon in a field of death (Or tall grass, whatever you want to call it). Someone tossed in a magazine, and as you know, paper burns differently than wood. The pages crumble up slowly and begin go glow and they loose their color and then float up into the air where they crumble into ash. This obviously kept my attention for a long time; then I was told about the firespinners.
I went with one of my trip partners, who I had been leading around the headspace for a while, as he was the only one new to 2C-I. We watched one who obviously had been doing this for a while, but there was something about her, an energy that she gave off. It was conflicted and troubled. She used her gift as an outlet, and being good at this gave her pride. Another took her place, but the energy that he gave off was playful and simple. His tricks were not up to her level, and he seemed to view it more of a game than as an identity. This led to a long discussion on how some people use their skills and the obsession that often comes with being good at one thing to hide something deeper that troubles them; using the pride that comes from their acts to hide their own problems from themselves.
The subject of empathy came up quite often, and although there is no scientific basis of proof for this, we became very good at understanding (In our own minds) the emotional motives that were driving the people we met that night. Some came and opened their hearts to everyone, some came to watch over those who needed it, some came to enjoy themselves as children, and some came to escape something in their real life. Everyone had their own motives.
The visuals were beautiful this whole time. Mostly red and yellow were present, but this might be due to the large number of fires that we saw. The forced catharsis that often follows a psychedelic experience was noticeably missing with 2C-I, however, guidance for undertaking this was definitely present. Depth with this one is there if you want it, but does not force itself upon you like others. Around sunrise, things began to calm down, and the intense energy that flowed through us not an hour ago had turned into a steady exhaustion. It was at this time that 20 mg of oxycodone (Timed release) was taken, as I as well as many others get horrendous headaches off of this compound.
We spent the remainder of the night/morning sitting down, coming down, and integrating ourselves back together. This happened quicker than I thought, as by 9 am, we were all lucid. It was around this time we packed up and left. I spent most of the day around the house, doing various domestic things, and finally slept around 7pm. I woke up at 6 am today very rested and refreshed, and with a great sense of calm. I do not feel scattered or dumber in any way.
One thing I did not mention much was the body load of this compound. The muscle tension was the most negative effect. Every muscle in my body was clenched, and I destroyed a lot of gum, almost as much as If I was rolling. My heart rate was elevated slightly, but it jumped only when I sat down and let the trip take over. The energy that I felt was a ‘sedating stimulation’ (If that makes sense). I had a noticeable body high, along the same lines as an amphetamine, but I had this all with the incredible urge to relax and to not exert myself. I like the feeling, but you definitely notice it the next day, as all of your muscles will be sore, I am assuming from the tightness.
The headspace overall was clear. I felt that had I experienced this level of trip with another substance, I would have had trouble defining boundaries for that type of setting, but with 2C-I the little bit of me that I can back up to if things get overwhelming was still there. There was a definite vocabulary block there the whole time though. Everything we said was cyclic (Ie, did you feel that? It felt like that), and there was a tendency to over analyze to the point of excess sometimes during the comedown, but it was nothing major.
I definitely will try this again, but maybe at 20-25 mg in this particular setting next time.
Addendum: In total, I had taken 2.5 grams of vitamin C, and 1 gram of alpha-lipoic acid. They definitely seemed to help out, and no one really does know about the saftey of any of these.
I like to think I am decently experienced with psychedelics, but I was still a bit surprised at how much ~27 mg of 2C-I was different than the last dose of ~15 mg. The dose response curve around here is definitely not linear.
Anyways, to the trip. ~27 ish ml of lemon flavored water with 2C-I was taken around 2 am in the woods of New Jersey at a festival. The setting was very conductive to psychedelics, there being a sound system going all night, flouro decorations, tents, and a campfire. I was joined by 5 others, all taking between 20 and 30 mg of the same 2C-I. Massive amounts of vitamin C and ALA had been taken throughout the night as well, just as a precaution. My stomach was empty, save an oatmeal bar and energy drink.
First alerts come quick with this one. Within 10 minutes I noticed the tension start. However, it takes a long time to climb up. I started doing some stretching in hopes of relaxing me, but stretching only does so much with this kind of tension. We spend our time exploring the area, viewing the paintings, and conversing with the other people there. By now, the DJ had set the equipment up and started playing some very interesting tracks. The surround sound was very immersive, and with my eyes closed, the music seems to have some sort of force that only my mind can feel, and it feels almost physical. The headspace becomes more and more abstract and dreamy until about an hour or so in (After this, I no longer have the time, so everything will be relative), when the experience actually begins.
This is definitely psychedelic, and the visuals continue to become more and more awe inspiring. They are lucidly clear, and the rate at which they change is slow enough so that it is more of an art show than a sensory overload that some other drugs bring. The tension now turns into a relaxing energy, and I feel weighed down. I sit in a chair, and I feel comforted by its immersiveness on my body (It was one of those chairs you just sink into). I want to close my eyes, but I can only do so for so long before I am not there anymore.
Where I went to was some place of pure freedom. It started as 3 dimensional physical freedom as I seemed to float upwards into the visual headspace, almost as if in the center of a hollow globe. The awareness of my physical body began to contract into a smaller and smaller form, until it too seemed spherical, and just as it shrank down as much as it possibly could, it exploded out, and then I opened my eyes. I tried this a few times, but each time I could not keep my eyes shut as this happened.
Unusually, I had a ‘trip-off’ ability; if I wanted to understand reality, I had little difficulty, but why would I want to when I was having this much fun with mere words? We were sitting around a torch light of some sort, all in our own chairs, and that torch was our focus. It was moved once, as someone thought that fire and psychedelics didn’t mix, but we soon found out that we needed that light. We fed off of it, and used it as a communal focus. We would talk, and laugh, and laugh at things that made no sense
“Its like the clock, red”
“This hungry chair’
(Insert more nonsensical syntax here)
"Light is car!"
I was saying most of these, and I knew they made no sense, but at the time, they were too funny to pass up. Plus, everyone could not stop lauging at them. This went on for quite a bit, and my mouth actually started to hurt from laughing so much, so I went off. There was a lot more to explore. The main campfire was a distance off, and adventuring over to it was an amazingly slow process. Not only was the sky so immersive and the stars so numerous (I live in the city, and there was no ambient light here), but the visuals by this point made it hard to make out where I was walking too. When I got there, it was a beacon in a field of death (Or tall grass, whatever you want to call it). Someone tossed in a magazine, and as you know, paper burns differently than wood. The pages crumble up slowly and begin go glow and they loose their color and then float up into the air where they crumble into ash. This obviously kept my attention for a long time; then I was told about the firespinners.
I went with one of my trip partners, who I had been leading around the headspace for a while, as he was the only one new to 2C-I. We watched one who obviously had been doing this for a while, but there was something about her, an energy that she gave off. It was conflicted and troubled. She used her gift as an outlet, and being good at this gave her pride. Another took her place, but the energy that he gave off was playful and simple. His tricks were not up to her level, and he seemed to view it more of a game than as an identity. This led to a long discussion on how some people use their skills and the obsession that often comes with being good at one thing to hide something deeper that troubles them; using the pride that comes from their acts to hide their own problems from themselves.
The subject of empathy came up quite often, and although there is no scientific basis of proof for this, we became very good at understanding (In our own minds) the emotional motives that were driving the people we met that night. Some came and opened their hearts to everyone, some came to watch over those who needed it, some came to enjoy themselves as children, and some came to escape something in their real life. Everyone had their own motives.
The visuals were beautiful this whole time. Mostly red and yellow were present, but this might be due to the large number of fires that we saw. The forced catharsis that often follows a psychedelic experience was noticeably missing with 2C-I, however, guidance for undertaking this was definitely present. Depth with this one is there if you want it, but does not force itself upon you like others. Around sunrise, things began to calm down, and the intense energy that flowed through us not an hour ago had turned into a steady exhaustion. It was at this time that 20 mg of oxycodone (Timed release) was taken, as I as well as many others get horrendous headaches off of this compound.
We spent the remainder of the night/morning sitting down, coming down, and integrating ourselves back together. This happened quicker than I thought, as by 9 am, we were all lucid. It was around this time we packed up and left. I spent most of the day around the house, doing various domestic things, and finally slept around 7pm. I woke up at 6 am today very rested and refreshed, and with a great sense of calm. I do not feel scattered or dumber in any way.
One thing I did not mention much was the body load of this compound. The muscle tension was the most negative effect. Every muscle in my body was clenched, and I destroyed a lot of gum, almost as much as If I was rolling. My heart rate was elevated slightly, but it jumped only when I sat down and let the trip take over. The energy that I felt was a ‘sedating stimulation’ (If that makes sense). I had a noticeable body high, along the same lines as an amphetamine, but I had this all with the incredible urge to relax and to not exert myself. I like the feeling, but you definitely notice it the next day, as all of your muscles will be sore, I am assuming from the tightness.
The headspace overall was clear. I felt that had I experienced this level of trip with another substance, I would have had trouble defining boundaries for that type of setting, but with 2C-I the little bit of me that I can back up to if things get overwhelming was still there. There was a definite vocabulary block there the whole time though. Everything we said was cyclic (Ie, did you feel that? It felt like that), and there was a tendency to over analyze to the point of excess sometimes during the comedown, but it was nothing major.
I definitely will try this again, but maybe at 20-25 mg in this particular setting next time.
Addendum: In total, I had taken 2.5 grams of vitamin C, and 1 gram of alpha-lipoic acid. They definitely seemed to help out, and no one really does know about the saftey of any of these.
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