sockwaveal
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I preface this by saying I am ashamed of what I did during this time. It has been a tumultuous period for me in multiple ways, and I felt at one point that my death was inevitable, that is why I experimented with the extreme dosage. I apologize to all users out there for the damage this may or may not cause the community.
Now, I am a very experienced tripper, I have done every psychadelic I have gotten my hands onto (and plan to continue to do so). LSD, DMT, mescaline, mushrooms, DXM, 2c-b, 2c-e, 5-meo-dmt, 4-aco-dmt, and others
The purpose of this report is to help bring information to the community about 2c-i and hopefully calm the people who feel they may have taken too much.
I am also a very, very internally stable person so anyone who is emotionally or psychologically unstable should read this with a big fat grain of salt.
On to the report, I will explain the aforementioned week as best I can, but I will attempt to keep my personal life apart from it as this is not a journal.
I received 2 grams of 2ci from a reputable source and it was as perfect quality as you can get in the United States. Previous to this I had taken 2ci multiple times in up to 50 mg doses and loved the psychadelic affect and high it gave me. Prior to this occasion, however, I had not taken 2ci for over 1 year. Also, I had not been taking any other substances whatsoever in the previous 3 weeks. Now, I began with my usual dose of ~20mg on the first night and after one hour felt the oncoming effects. Euphoria, the walls swirling and what not. I ended up playing a video game and declared it the best night of videogaming I had ever experienced, as you can imagine. The spaceships looked absolutely stunning twirling on my laptop, and it was a saturday night so the players had some drunken comments I found absolutely priceless. My joy and euphoria just swelled from me, it was utterly fantastic. I ended the night telling myself I will do the exact same thing tomorrow.
I did so the following night, larger dose ~30 mg with the same effects. I continued to up my dosage night after night, and as I continued to do so the effects became more emotional than visual. I won't go into the inbetween nights, just know that I had been building a tolerance before the massive dose. So, here goes. I took approximately 1 gram of 2ci after building this tolerance over the course of a week. I was alone in my home at the time, and felt the dosage kick in within 30 minutes. I knew it was going to come hard and fast, so I suppose mentally I was as prepared as one can be, but honestly at that dosage it doesn't matter what mental preparations you have in place. I felt the increased elation, my heart started to beat faster, and I started to feel wonderful euphoria. I looked at the walls and I started to see flowers and petals form out of nowhere. As the effects increased I could start to see every single color in its individual form. They were tiny dots of all colors, colors I can't even name but all there to be dissected individually. It was utterly breathtaking to see, but it wasn't just seeing them it was fully experiencing them. They say the old musicians could see sound, but for that time i could feel and experience color. At this point I stepped back mentally and visually to take in a larger scope and before where there were walls, I now saw cities. I saw people walking out of them, I saw the faces of demons and gods play across my eyes, I saw insects scuttling about, but never in a frightening manner. I was filled with euphoria, joy, and wonder during this time. That I could be there living and experiencing that was beyond my wildest dreams.
As the effects increased, however, the emotional side really came crashing into play. I began to think of my family and friends and cherished moments. Throughout this I should note I was listening to some trance music which heavily influenced the trip. As a certain part of the song would play I would think of my happiest moments with my friends, slapping our hands together in triumph and joy, and I was brought to tears from joy and sadness (note, at this time I felt my death was inevitable due to unrelated circumstances) I lay there sobbing at the images and experiences of these moments with my friends. it was emotionally totally overwhelming. I cried out my friends names in both joy and despair as I experienced the emotions of those cherished moments over and over. All this time the colors were all over the place, and the emotions kept welling up over and over. I went insane from the emotional upheaval, and for the rest of the night I just kept experiencing those moments over and over, and feeling the feelings for my friends, and I was just a crying wreck the entire time. That is all of the night that I honestly recall. It was... wild.
Physically, I felt pain in my legs during the trip. Sharp pains in the upper, inner thigh area. I also really felt like I had to pee the entire time. I actually got up and went to the toilet a lot during the trip. I wasn't physically incapacitated. at any point, although movement was difficult, I did stumble a lot. Also, my jaws were clenched for much of it, and my neck muscles got really tight.
As I came out of it, I felt a real emotional, mental, and physical relief and the images I previously mentioned came back, but I was too emotionally shattered to even comprehend what was happening. I was sweating and shaking.
As the day wore on I just felt really, really stiff and sore, emotionally i was totally unstable, and mentally just a wreck. Some of my memory is missing from this time. I was shivering in bed, taking all the vitamin supplements I could and drinking a lot of water. I also devoured the kiwis I had in the house, but couldn't bring myself to move any more than I absolutely had to.
This lasted throughout the day, but I slowly got stronger physically, mentally, and emotionally.
It has been over one month now since that time, and I have not noticed any side effects from my massive use. I regained my equilibrium within a week, and it has not affected my enjoyment of the few substances I have tried since then. I will try to keep you all informed as time goes by to let you know if any issues crop up. However, thus far I have not noted anything.
I am an idiot, I have no idea how it will effect me long term. Feel free to lay into me as much as you will.
However, it is my belief 2c-i is a very tolerant drug. If you take too much, calm down, and physically you should (hopefully) be alright in the short term. Emotionally, and psychologically I can see how one can be a danger to oneself at higher doses. However, the short term physical side effects in my experience, for my body, were bearable and recoverable even at the extreme dosage that I took.
I have no idea if there will be long term consequences.
Again, apologies to any who feel upset by this report, but I felt this information may be useful to a few others, so I decided to put it out there. Stay safe.
Edit: I am editing this as I would like this information to be available to those that use the search engine. I pray it doesn't bump the thread, as it's quite an embarrassing story. There were no long term side effects other than an inability to get high off 2ci when I attempted to use it again 4 months later. Yes, I tried it again. I never claimed to be a role model. Not sure of the dose but I believe I started at 30 and went up to 60-80 mg (over the course of a night). The only effect was a very, very minor swirling of the walls. No euphoria, or anything else for that matter. I have not touched it or damn near anything since. I consider myself fortunate there were no lasting effects. I've had plenty of blood work and tests done since, and I am in great health. It should be noted that this time includes a full year of near constant sobriety, excellent nutrition, and exercise. The body has an amazing ability to heal, but this does not negate how massively stupid this was. Had I been suicidal I may not have made it through. The emotional fragility of the experience is too strong. It's the part I remember most, and I don't think it was merely my circumstances causing it. If nothing else it'll destroy your ability to use 2c-i, and perhaps even similar substances. I never did try any of the other 2c's again. I did many stupid things during my heavy drug days, but this one really takes the cake. It is such a gift that I survived both this and everything else at the time. None of this, of course, guarantees there won't be consequences later in life.
Looking back after a year and a half, I would advise anyone who accidentally or purposefully took a massive dose to have someone monitor them. There is simply not enough information out there (last I checked, anyway), and you become too unstable. Still, it is survivable, and thus far with no long term consequences.
substancecode_2ci
Now, I am a very experienced tripper, I have done every psychadelic I have gotten my hands onto (and plan to continue to do so). LSD, DMT, mescaline, mushrooms, DXM, 2c-b, 2c-e, 5-meo-dmt, 4-aco-dmt, and others
The purpose of this report is to help bring information to the community about 2c-i and hopefully calm the people who feel they may have taken too much.
I am also a very, very internally stable person so anyone who is emotionally or psychologically unstable should read this with a big fat grain of salt.
On to the report, I will explain the aforementioned week as best I can, but I will attempt to keep my personal life apart from it as this is not a journal.
I received 2 grams of 2ci from a reputable source and it was as perfect quality as you can get in the United States. Previous to this I had taken 2ci multiple times in up to 50 mg doses and loved the psychadelic affect and high it gave me. Prior to this occasion, however, I had not taken 2ci for over 1 year. Also, I had not been taking any other substances whatsoever in the previous 3 weeks. Now, I began with my usual dose of ~20mg on the first night and after one hour felt the oncoming effects. Euphoria, the walls swirling and what not. I ended up playing a video game and declared it the best night of videogaming I had ever experienced, as you can imagine. The spaceships looked absolutely stunning twirling on my laptop, and it was a saturday night so the players had some drunken comments I found absolutely priceless. My joy and euphoria just swelled from me, it was utterly fantastic. I ended the night telling myself I will do the exact same thing tomorrow.
I did so the following night, larger dose ~30 mg with the same effects. I continued to up my dosage night after night, and as I continued to do so the effects became more emotional than visual. I won't go into the inbetween nights, just know that I had been building a tolerance before the massive dose. So, here goes. I took approximately 1 gram of 2ci after building this tolerance over the course of a week. I was alone in my home at the time, and felt the dosage kick in within 30 minutes. I knew it was going to come hard and fast, so I suppose mentally I was as prepared as one can be, but honestly at that dosage it doesn't matter what mental preparations you have in place. I felt the increased elation, my heart started to beat faster, and I started to feel wonderful euphoria. I looked at the walls and I started to see flowers and petals form out of nowhere. As the effects increased I could start to see every single color in its individual form. They were tiny dots of all colors, colors I can't even name but all there to be dissected individually. It was utterly breathtaking to see, but it wasn't just seeing them it was fully experiencing them. They say the old musicians could see sound, but for that time i could feel and experience color. At this point I stepped back mentally and visually to take in a larger scope and before where there were walls, I now saw cities. I saw people walking out of them, I saw the faces of demons and gods play across my eyes, I saw insects scuttling about, but never in a frightening manner. I was filled with euphoria, joy, and wonder during this time. That I could be there living and experiencing that was beyond my wildest dreams.
As the effects increased, however, the emotional side really came crashing into play. I began to think of my family and friends and cherished moments. Throughout this I should note I was listening to some trance music which heavily influenced the trip. As a certain part of the song would play I would think of my happiest moments with my friends, slapping our hands together in triumph and joy, and I was brought to tears from joy and sadness (note, at this time I felt my death was inevitable due to unrelated circumstances) I lay there sobbing at the images and experiences of these moments with my friends. it was emotionally totally overwhelming. I cried out my friends names in both joy and despair as I experienced the emotions of those cherished moments over and over. All this time the colors were all over the place, and the emotions kept welling up over and over. I went insane from the emotional upheaval, and for the rest of the night I just kept experiencing those moments over and over, and feeling the feelings for my friends, and I was just a crying wreck the entire time. That is all of the night that I honestly recall. It was... wild.
Physically, I felt pain in my legs during the trip. Sharp pains in the upper, inner thigh area. I also really felt like I had to pee the entire time. I actually got up and went to the toilet a lot during the trip. I wasn't physically incapacitated. at any point, although movement was difficult, I did stumble a lot. Also, my jaws were clenched for much of it, and my neck muscles got really tight.
As I came out of it, I felt a real emotional, mental, and physical relief and the images I previously mentioned came back, but I was too emotionally shattered to even comprehend what was happening. I was sweating and shaking.
As the day wore on I just felt really, really stiff and sore, emotionally i was totally unstable, and mentally just a wreck. Some of my memory is missing from this time. I was shivering in bed, taking all the vitamin supplements I could and drinking a lot of water. I also devoured the kiwis I had in the house, but couldn't bring myself to move any more than I absolutely had to.
This lasted throughout the day, but I slowly got stronger physically, mentally, and emotionally.
It has been over one month now since that time, and I have not noticed any side effects from my massive use. I regained my equilibrium within a week, and it has not affected my enjoyment of the few substances I have tried since then. I will try to keep you all informed as time goes by to let you know if any issues crop up. However, thus far I have not noted anything.
I am an idiot, I have no idea how it will effect me long term. Feel free to lay into me as much as you will.
However, it is my belief 2c-i is a very tolerant drug. If you take too much, calm down, and physically you should (hopefully) be alright in the short term. Emotionally, and psychologically I can see how one can be a danger to oneself at higher doses. However, the short term physical side effects in my experience, for my body, were bearable and recoverable even at the extreme dosage that I took.
I have no idea if there will be long term consequences.
Again, apologies to any who feel upset by this report, but I felt this information may be useful to a few others, so I decided to put it out there. Stay safe.
Edit: I am editing this as I would like this information to be available to those that use the search engine. I pray it doesn't bump the thread, as it's quite an embarrassing story. There were no long term side effects other than an inability to get high off 2ci when I attempted to use it again 4 months later. Yes, I tried it again. I never claimed to be a role model. Not sure of the dose but I believe I started at 30 and went up to 60-80 mg (over the course of a night). The only effect was a very, very minor swirling of the walls. No euphoria, or anything else for that matter. I have not touched it or damn near anything since. I consider myself fortunate there were no lasting effects. I've had plenty of blood work and tests done since, and I am in great health. It should be noted that this time includes a full year of near constant sobriety, excellent nutrition, and exercise. The body has an amazing ability to heal, but this does not negate how massively stupid this was. Had I been suicidal I may not have made it through. The emotional fragility of the experience is too strong. It's the part I remember most, and I don't think it was merely my circumstances causing it. If nothing else it'll destroy your ability to use 2c-i, and perhaps even similar substances. I never did try any of the other 2c's again. I did many stupid things during my heavy drug days, but this one really takes the cake. It is such a gift that I survived both this and everything else at the time. None of this, of course, guarantees there won't be consequences later in life.
Looking back after a year and a half, I would advise anyone who accidentally or purposefully took a massive dose to have someone monitor them. There is simply not enough information out there (last I checked, anyway), and you become too unstable. Still, it is survivable, and thus far with no long term consequences.
substancecode_2ci
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