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Because of the overwhelming complexity of my experience, and some encouragement from a friend 
, I'm recounting my first 2C-I experience from a few days ago. The experience is still a vivid memory, but it’s really difficult to verbalize its depth and intensity, so this trip report is written in excessive detail to hopefully give you at least a little taste of this mindfuck.
Consumed over the course of the day/night (all oral):
2c-i...24mg
Piracetam...3600mg
Magnesium citrate...200mg
MDMA...140mg??
Unknown (untested ecstasy pills)...??
T - 1:00 I had some lunch (a heavy pasta meal) and consumed my first preload of Piracetam (2400mg), along with some Magnesium citrate. After getting food, my boyfriend Y and I drove to an event we’ve been anticipating for weeks. Y was planning to roll that night, and since he is quite experienced with rolling, was going to have only a mild amount of MDMA so he would be able to look after me in case things went south.
T + 0:00 I dropped 14mg of 2C-I as I had planned to do, along with another 1200mg of Piracetam. I also had 10mg divided into two capsules, in case the effects turned out to be weak or short-lived. I was very excited about this new experience, and felt content in my decision to go through with it. Of course, I was also really looking forward to this event! Y dropped a low dose of MDMA (about 50mg) and we went inside.
T + 0:15 Somehow, we got separated while looking for a good place to dance. After several minutes of looking, I realized the futility of wandering around a dark venue looking for an average-height guy dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans. I danced for a few minutes, enjoying the music and meeting some new faces. So far I felt no new feelings or alerts. I became thirsty and went to buy some water, then decided to look for Y again.
T + 1:00 Found him! Reunited, we decided to sit down for awhile and talk. Y was slowly coming up on the MDMA and we both felt chatty.
T + 1:45 At this time I started to notice unusual thought patterns, and a weird metallic taste in my mouth. I became entranced by the video on the projector screens over the stage. Normally I kind of ignore them, or mentally process them in a very basic way, but now I was noting what was on the screen, where the clip was probably taken from, and a dozen other details. The same split-second 1950's-esque clip of a girl throwing her head forward was repeated for a full minute, which seemed so funny to me that I started laughing uncontrollably. I imagined her thrashing to the hardstyle being played. At first I was second-guessing whether I was just imagining these changes….Then I noticed my vision starting to vibrate. Everything, especially things at a distance, vibrated with increased intensity as the minutes wore on. Colors started shifting as well--my whole field of vision seemed to transition from warm to cool tints, while random solid objects changed colors independently. Without provocation, I started feeling a sharp increase in sex drive.
T + 2:00 My thoughts were sped up to the point of multiple inner dialogues taking place at the same time. My emotions became stronger, and wavered depending on what thoughts were more prevalent. The meaning and quality of my life came into question: Why am I at this event? Is this all there is to my life? Is this culture all that defines me now? What is there to look forward to when I go home? How much will life suck when I grow out of this lifestyle? These questions made me really depressed. At the same time, I was following the music and appreciating its quality, watching the dancers on the stage, and talking to Y and others around us. When the depressing thoughts grew distracting, I simply asked myself why the hell I'm making myself sad when I should be enjoying this event. My mood improved almost immediately, and I felt nothing but contentedness. At this time I resumed being chatty and felt very clearheaded, easily following conversations and forming responses, more so than when I am sober.
At this point some distant things seemed to be vibrating violently. The ceiling, and the many brackets and stage lights attached to it, literally appeared to disintegrate and fall to the ground in a smoky, crumbly mess, over and over again. I realized that the music was setting the tempo for how intensely things vibrated--Happier, upbeat and slower songs generated much less vibrating than fast, hard-hitting, dark songs. Color shifting was happening more vividly at this point, and many lights (especially white ones) appeared rainbow-colored. I felt a tingly body high wash over my body from the base of my spine.
The comeup was very, very gradual, and these progressions intensified over the course of an hour. During this time Y and I were talking constantly to each other and those around us. Laughing came very easily. Depressed thoughts and feelings never returned. Though my mind felt extremely sped up, I felt in control of my thoughts. I became thirsty and eager to dance some more.
Two security guards happened to walk by when Y was digging in his pocket for some chapstick. They made us stand up and began to search us. They found Y's remaining MDMA and confiscated it. It was such a small amount that I didn't feel nervous about Y getting in trouble, but I realized I still had two 2C-I capsules with me and got a little nervous. However, when I opened my bag for them to search, the capsules weren't there. At this point I realized that I had eaten them just minutes earlier. What's strange is I remember knowing what I was doing when I ate them, yet can’t remember making the conscious decision to do so. After all, I was already feeling the effects and they were only growing stronger, so there was no logical reason to take more at this point. Despite this risky and unsettling episode, I was thrilled with the uncertainty of an even stronger trip. After being searched, Y went and bought some pills from someone we had just met. Normally I would protest against buying random pills from strangers, but I was feeling too easygoing to start an argument.
We got up to buy water, then danced for a few minutes. Since my trip was still increasing in intensity, I decided we should sit down a little longer. This time we chose a less crowded space.
T + 3:00 The visual disturbances were now downright overwhelming. Everything looked like video with big sections of frames cut out--walking people seemed to shift forward erratically, a hand waved in front of my face looked like poorly done stop-motion animation. Millions of tiny rainbow-colored "light bursts" filled the air between my eyes and all solid objects. They might have appeared from large particles of steam reflecting the lights--the venue was pretty humid and stuffy, after all--but that's only speculation. Everything looked morphed and disfigured now: my hands looked yellow and stubby, some peoples’ faces were squished. Y's face seemed to be melting on one side. Moving objects sometimes left trails of a thousand repeating ghost images. A blue wall took on a swirling red texture. My thigh turned to molten ash with a glowing core, burned to black charcoal, and then turned back into my thigh again. Interestingly, every hallucination repeated itself exactly when I turned away and then back. I mentioned this to Y and remarked that these hallucinations must somehow be influenced by real things, like sensory queues and my unique neural pathways. I wondered what others would see…
Someone came over and gave Y and me a lightshow, not hearing my protest (I was already seeing enough). It ended up being extremely pleasant, and during the show I noticed no hallucinations or visual disturbances (not even ghosting or erratic jumps). The patterns and colors of his microlights filled me with appreciation for his talent. For a brief moment, my mind was in complete peace.
Soon my mind was once again overwhelmed by wave after wave of thoughts and emotions (mostly positive at this point, but anything undesirable, like a cold draft or someone staring at me seemed to bother me more than usual). I closed my eyes to break from the visual bombardment, only to find CEVs of human-shaped silhouettes. They were at the bottom right and distant left of my vision, dancing to the music. Their realness (which at this point was more convincing than most things I was seeing with open eyes) was unsettling. Y had taken another pill half an hour ago and wanted to get up, so we went to the electro/house/trance stage to dance. Though mentally overwhelmed, I felt physically energetic and willing to do anything. At this point it was extremely difficult for me to make decisions, so Y decided to lead the way for the rest of the night.
T + 3:30 Still feeling emotionally confused/overwhelmed, I took a pill from Y hoping it would help center my mind on happy thoughts. My racing and variable thoughts were so distracting that I felt isolated from the event happening around me. At this point I answered most questions with laughs or indecisive answers, and avoided eye contact from strangers. Counting money to buy more water became impossible--all the bills looked the same and directing my hand through psychedelic space to their location in my bag was as hard as spearfishing in an ocean of jello fruit salad.
Despite these difficulties, since the comeup I had been enjoying an acute increase in mental sharpness. Music sounded enhanced, I immediately picked up on complex beats, predicted the DJ's progressions with ease, and recognized sound clips and remixed songs that normally would take longer to trigger my memory. As I would later discover, I also remembered a great number of new songs to look up later (normally I can only remember one or two by morning).
During the trip I never noticed auditory disturbances or unusual smells. Occasionally, the metallic taste returned. Gum, water, energy drinks and candy tasted completely normal. The trip predominantly stretched visual, mental and emotional realities, always being heavily influenced by the music.
I noted around this time that 2C-I seemed to be forcing me to sense and process a great deal of information, exponentially more than in a normal, sober state. My feelings of isolation can be attributed to being overwhelmed by all these data behind and in front of my eyes. If I centered my thoughts, coherent and insightful words flowed easily. I never failed to recognize objects or people during my trip. However, at some point I lost my grasp of time, and jumping/missing frames of moving objects sometimes made it hard to differentiate the recent past from the present.
T + 4:00 The familiar rush of a strong MDMA comeup began to warm my body and fill me with euphoria. Since the pill was untested, these effects may have been from another chemical, so I am only mentioning MDMA in this situation to characterize the effects. It felt great to dance! Distracting thoughts seemed to diminish, and while I was still analyzing just about everything I saw and heard, deeper and unrelated topics never surfaced again that night. Interacting with other people seemed easier now, too, and once again I felt chatty.
At some point while dancing I left to use the bathroom. This was the most uncomfortable experience of the night. The brightly lit room, huge mirrors, and crowd of girls waiting for the only two working toilets made me feel self-conscious. Could they tell I was tripping? Do I look as wigged out as I feel? Visual hallucinations and inconsistencies with time's progress made me feel, for lack of better words, extremely fucked up. I became fearful that I would mistake a sink for a toilet, or unwittingly leave with my pants around my ankles. I have no idea how long I was waiting for my turn. Finally, a group of girls left one of the stalls, so I rushed in. Fortunately, I had no issues carrying out the process. My fear of losing touch with reality was disproved. Still, I was afraid to close my eyes for longer than a blink and somehow lose an hour.
T + 6:00 Y and I needed a break, so we found a populated seating area and talked some more. At this time I was much less clear-headed, likely because of either the additional drugs (MDMA?) or the trip itself exhausting my brain. I felt safe closing my eyes now since Y would alert me if the event suddenly ended. Every time I opened them, different people were sitting near us. At one point we were the only ones there.
T + 6:30 Visuals were still present but abruptly declined. Stationary objects still seemed to vibrate, and colors were still shifting, though more slowly, but faces and hands no longer looked disfigured, and movement no longer appeared jumpy. The thought race was over and my mind seemed content with orchestrating smalltalk, which made it much easier to talk to the people sitting with us now. From now until the end of the event, I was moreso in a state of rolling than tripping, eager to tell everyone about what I just went through.
T + 8:00 The event ended, so we went home. I became lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of everything I saw and felt. The psytrance CD being played sounded more amazingly mind-blowing than ever. The painted freeway lines wiggled and vibrated the whole way home. My neighborhood looked the same, yet felt foreign. I barely recognized it.
T + 9:00 Y and I were still wired, so we both took about 50mg of MDMA. We danced, talked, and fooled around for several more hours.
T + 10:00 At this point the visuals were almost completely gone. Some edges of objects still danced a little.
T + 12:00 Y was ready for bed. I, on the other hand, still felt too mentally active to attempt sleep, even though I was exhausted. I read, spent time with my cat, watched the sunrise and enjoyed the cold, fresh outdoor air while listening to the world wake up.
The next day I still felt some lingering derealization (familiar places and things felt unfamiliar), and I saw random, brief visuals every hour or so for the next two days (split-second shapes appearing at the end of my visual field, objects seemingly moving, appearing or disappearing when they’ve really remained there the whole time, and vibrating edges in the distance). I think these effects are from the high dose I took, and exhaustion from lack of sleep and heavy mental and physical exertion. Two days after the trip I started feeling really moody and irritable, but that’s less likely due to the 2C-I and more likely due to the MDMA and my PMS. (I love it when serotonin downregulation coincides so well with my hormonal rollercoaster. Yay!)
Overall, the trip was probably much more complex and variable than you may think after reading this (congrats for making it this far). Even though I ended up taking a rather strong dose, it’s difficult for me to really characterize the effects 2C-I had on me beyond generalizations that are common for most psychedelics. It is certainly an emotional chemical, but it didn’t force me to feel any one way all the time. I ended up taking a pill because the emotional fluctuations became uncomfortable. A lesser dose would probably have been more pleasant in this respect, because less overwhelming moments felt easygoing, blissful, and even euphoric.
It forced me to think about things, but didn’t seem to change how I thought, beyond speeding up the whole process and layering thought patterns right on top of each other. In other words, none of the conclusions I came to during the trip were unusual for me. I did not feel increased forgiveness and empathy like MDMA, nor abnormal anger, depression, optimism. I did feel forced to think about tough subjects, and I’m sure that if I had any buried issues, they would have come to the surface. I felt that 2C-I enhanced my mental capacity, since I impressed myself with how quickly I formed and communicated thoughts.
The intensity of visuals were completely unexpected. I knew there would be some visuals, but I expected the drug to be more loved up, warm and fuzzy instead of the classical psychedelic mindfuck it turned out to be. Looking back on that night, I’m surprised that there weren’t more changes in my other senses since the visuals were so intense. My most similar experience (with respect to intensity of visuals) was on 45mg of 4-AcO-DMT (also a first experience…..and before anyone asks, I do NOT know wtf I was thinking), and that trip was accompanied by equally as overwhelming auditory disturbances and almost constant synesthesia. The lack of sound distortion and increase in music appreciation really enhanced the music at this event. Once again, a lower dose would have probably been ideal.
Despite the difficult parts of the trip, I have a great deal of admiration for this chemical.
>>>>TL;DR:<<<<<
Took 24mg of 2C-I, saw shit, brains got scrambled, bathrooms are scary, I regret nothing
, I'm recounting my first 2C-I experience from a few days ago. The experience is still a vivid memory, but it’s really difficult to verbalize its depth and intensity, so this trip report is written in excessive detail to hopefully give you at least a little taste of this mindfuck.Consumed over the course of the day/night (all oral):
2c-i...24mg
Piracetam...3600mg
Magnesium citrate...200mg
MDMA...140mg??
Unknown (untested ecstasy pills)...??
T - 1:00 I had some lunch (a heavy pasta meal) and consumed my first preload of Piracetam (2400mg), along with some Magnesium citrate. After getting food, my boyfriend Y and I drove to an event we’ve been anticipating for weeks. Y was planning to roll that night, and since he is quite experienced with rolling, was going to have only a mild amount of MDMA so he would be able to look after me in case things went south.
T + 0:00 I dropped 14mg of 2C-I as I had planned to do, along with another 1200mg of Piracetam. I also had 10mg divided into two capsules, in case the effects turned out to be weak or short-lived. I was very excited about this new experience, and felt content in my decision to go through with it. Of course, I was also really looking forward to this event! Y dropped a low dose of MDMA (about 50mg) and we went inside.
T + 0:15 Somehow, we got separated while looking for a good place to dance. After several minutes of looking, I realized the futility of wandering around a dark venue looking for an average-height guy dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans. I danced for a few minutes, enjoying the music and meeting some new faces. So far I felt no new feelings or alerts. I became thirsty and went to buy some water, then decided to look for Y again.
T + 1:00 Found him! Reunited, we decided to sit down for awhile and talk. Y was slowly coming up on the MDMA and we both felt chatty.
T + 1:45 At this time I started to notice unusual thought patterns, and a weird metallic taste in my mouth. I became entranced by the video on the projector screens over the stage. Normally I kind of ignore them, or mentally process them in a very basic way, but now I was noting what was on the screen, where the clip was probably taken from, and a dozen other details. The same split-second 1950's-esque clip of a girl throwing her head forward was repeated for a full minute, which seemed so funny to me that I started laughing uncontrollably. I imagined her thrashing to the hardstyle being played. At first I was second-guessing whether I was just imagining these changes….Then I noticed my vision starting to vibrate. Everything, especially things at a distance, vibrated with increased intensity as the minutes wore on. Colors started shifting as well--my whole field of vision seemed to transition from warm to cool tints, while random solid objects changed colors independently. Without provocation, I started feeling a sharp increase in sex drive.
T + 2:00 My thoughts were sped up to the point of multiple inner dialogues taking place at the same time. My emotions became stronger, and wavered depending on what thoughts were more prevalent. The meaning and quality of my life came into question: Why am I at this event? Is this all there is to my life? Is this culture all that defines me now? What is there to look forward to when I go home? How much will life suck when I grow out of this lifestyle? These questions made me really depressed. At the same time, I was following the music and appreciating its quality, watching the dancers on the stage, and talking to Y and others around us. When the depressing thoughts grew distracting, I simply asked myself why the hell I'm making myself sad when I should be enjoying this event. My mood improved almost immediately, and I felt nothing but contentedness. At this time I resumed being chatty and felt very clearheaded, easily following conversations and forming responses, more so than when I am sober.
At this point some distant things seemed to be vibrating violently. The ceiling, and the many brackets and stage lights attached to it, literally appeared to disintegrate and fall to the ground in a smoky, crumbly mess, over and over again. I realized that the music was setting the tempo for how intensely things vibrated--Happier, upbeat and slower songs generated much less vibrating than fast, hard-hitting, dark songs. Color shifting was happening more vividly at this point, and many lights (especially white ones) appeared rainbow-colored. I felt a tingly body high wash over my body from the base of my spine.
The comeup was very, very gradual, and these progressions intensified over the course of an hour. During this time Y and I were talking constantly to each other and those around us. Laughing came very easily. Depressed thoughts and feelings never returned. Though my mind felt extremely sped up, I felt in control of my thoughts. I became thirsty and eager to dance some more.
Two security guards happened to walk by when Y was digging in his pocket for some chapstick. They made us stand up and began to search us. They found Y's remaining MDMA and confiscated it. It was such a small amount that I didn't feel nervous about Y getting in trouble, but I realized I still had two 2C-I capsules with me and got a little nervous. However, when I opened my bag for them to search, the capsules weren't there. At this point I realized that I had eaten them just minutes earlier. What's strange is I remember knowing what I was doing when I ate them, yet can’t remember making the conscious decision to do so. After all, I was already feeling the effects and they were only growing stronger, so there was no logical reason to take more at this point. Despite this risky and unsettling episode, I was thrilled with the uncertainty of an even stronger trip. After being searched, Y went and bought some pills from someone we had just met. Normally I would protest against buying random pills from strangers, but I was feeling too easygoing to start an argument.
We got up to buy water, then danced for a few minutes. Since my trip was still increasing in intensity, I decided we should sit down a little longer. This time we chose a less crowded space.
T + 3:00 The visual disturbances were now downright overwhelming. Everything looked like video with big sections of frames cut out--walking people seemed to shift forward erratically, a hand waved in front of my face looked like poorly done stop-motion animation. Millions of tiny rainbow-colored "light bursts" filled the air between my eyes and all solid objects. They might have appeared from large particles of steam reflecting the lights--the venue was pretty humid and stuffy, after all--but that's only speculation. Everything looked morphed and disfigured now: my hands looked yellow and stubby, some peoples’ faces were squished. Y's face seemed to be melting on one side. Moving objects sometimes left trails of a thousand repeating ghost images. A blue wall took on a swirling red texture. My thigh turned to molten ash with a glowing core, burned to black charcoal, and then turned back into my thigh again. Interestingly, every hallucination repeated itself exactly when I turned away and then back. I mentioned this to Y and remarked that these hallucinations must somehow be influenced by real things, like sensory queues and my unique neural pathways. I wondered what others would see…
Someone came over and gave Y and me a lightshow, not hearing my protest (I was already seeing enough). It ended up being extremely pleasant, and during the show I noticed no hallucinations or visual disturbances (not even ghosting or erratic jumps). The patterns and colors of his microlights filled me with appreciation for his talent. For a brief moment, my mind was in complete peace.
Soon my mind was once again overwhelmed by wave after wave of thoughts and emotions (mostly positive at this point, but anything undesirable, like a cold draft or someone staring at me seemed to bother me more than usual). I closed my eyes to break from the visual bombardment, only to find CEVs of human-shaped silhouettes. They were at the bottom right and distant left of my vision, dancing to the music. Their realness (which at this point was more convincing than most things I was seeing with open eyes) was unsettling. Y had taken another pill half an hour ago and wanted to get up, so we went to the electro/house/trance stage to dance. Though mentally overwhelmed, I felt physically energetic and willing to do anything. At this point it was extremely difficult for me to make decisions, so Y decided to lead the way for the rest of the night.
T + 3:30 Still feeling emotionally confused/overwhelmed, I took a pill from Y hoping it would help center my mind on happy thoughts. My racing and variable thoughts were so distracting that I felt isolated from the event happening around me. At this point I answered most questions with laughs or indecisive answers, and avoided eye contact from strangers. Counting money to buy more water became impossible--all the bills looked the same and directing my hand through psychedelic space to their location in my bag was as hard as spearfishing in an ocean of jello fruit salad.
Despite these difficulties, since the comeup I had been enjoying an acute increase in mental sharpness. Music sounded enhanced, I immediately picked up on complex beats, predicted the DJ's progressions with ease, and recognized sound clips and remixed songs that normally would take longer to trigger my memory. As I would later discover, I also remembered a great number of new songs to look up later (normally I can only remember one or two by morning).
During the trip I never noticed auditory disturbances or unusual smells. Occasionally, the metallic taste returned. Gum, water, energy drinks and candy tasted completely normal. The trip predominantly stretched visual, mental and emotional realities, always being heavily influenced by the music.
I noted around this time that 2C-I seemed to be forcing me to sense and process a great deal of information, exponentially more than in a normal, sober state. My feelings of isolation can be attributed to being overwhelmed by all these data behind and in front of my eyes. If I centered my thoughts, coherent and insightful words flowed easily. I never failed to recognize objects or people during my trip. However, at some point I lost my grasp of time, and jumping/missing frames of moving objects sometimes made it hard to differentiate the recent past from the present.
T + 4:00 The familiar rush of a strong MDMA comeup began to warm my body and fill me with euphoria. Since the pill was untested, these effects may have been from another chemical, so I am only mentioning MDMA in this situation to characterize the effects. It felt great to dance! Distracting thoughts seemed to diminish, and while I was still analyzing just about everything I saw and heard, deeper and unrelated topics never surfaced again that night. Interacting with other people seemed easier now, too, and once again I felt chatty.
At some point while dancing I left to use the bathroom. This was the most uncomfortable experience of the night. The brightly lit room, huge mirrors, and crowd of girls waiting for the only two working toilets made me feel self-conscious. Could they tell I was tripping? Do I look as wigged out as I feel? Visual hallucinations and inconsistencies with time's progress made me feel, for lack of better words, extremely fucked up. I became fearful that I would mistake a sink for a toilet, or unwittingly leave with my pants around my ankles. I have no idea how long I was waiting for my turn. Finally, a group of girls left one of the stalls, so I rushed in. Fortunately, I had no issues carrying out the process. My fear of losing touch with reality was disproved. Still, I was afraid to close my eyes for longer than a blink and somehow lose an hour.
T + 6:00 Y and I needed a break, so we found a populated seating area and talked some more. At this time I was much less clear-headed, likely because of either the additional drugs (MDMA?) or the trip itself exhausting my brain. I felt safe closing my eyes now since Y would alert me if the event suddenly ended. Every time I opened them, different people were sitting near us. At one point we were the only ones there.
T + 6:30 Visuals were still present but abruptly declined. Stationary objects still seemed to vibrate, and colors were still shifting, though more slowly, but faces and hands no longer looked disfigured, and movement no longer appeared jumpy. The thought race was over and my mind seemed content with orchestrating smalltalk, which made it much easier to talk to the people sitting with us now. From now until the end of the event, I was moreso in a state of rolling than tripping, eager to tell everyone about what I just went through.
T + 8:00 The event ended, so we went home. I became lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of everything I saw and felt. The psytrance CD being played sounded more amazingly mind-blowing than ever. The painted freeway lines wiggled and vibrated the whole way home. My neighborhood looked the same, yet felt foreign. I barely recognized it.
T + 9:00 Y and I were still wired, so we both took about 50mg of MDMA. We danced, talked, and fooled around for several more hours.
T + 10:00 At this point the visuals were almost completely gone. Some edges of objects still danced a little.
T + 12:00 Y was ready for bed. I, on the other hand, still felt too mentally active to attempt sleep, even though I was exhausted. I read, spent time with my cat, watched the sunrise and enjoyed the cold, fresh outdoor air while listening to the world wake up.
The next day I still felt some lingering derealization (familiar places and things felt unfamiliar), and I saw random, brief visuals every hour or so for the next two days (split-second shapes appearing at the end of my visual field, objects seemingly moving, appearing or disappearing when they’ve really remained there the whole time, and vibrating edges in the distance). I think these effects are from the high dose I took, and exhaustion from lack of sleep and heavy mental and physical exertion. Two days after the trip I started feeling really moody and irritable, but that’s less likely due to the 2C-I and more likely due to the MDMA and my PMS. (I love it when serotonin downregulation coincides so well with my hormonal rollercoaster. Yay!)
Overall, the trip was probably much more complex and variable than you may think after reading this (congrats for making it this far). Even though I ended up taking a rather strong dose, it’s difficult for me to really characterize the effects 2C-I had on me beyond generalizations that are common for most psychedelics. It is certainly an emotional chemical, but it didn’t force me to feel any one way all the time. I ended up taking a pill because the emotional fluctuations became uncomfortable. A lesser dose would probably have been more pleasant in this respect, because less overwhelming moments felt easygoing, blissful, and even euphoric.
It forced me to think about things, but didn’t seem to change how I thought, beyond speeding up the whole process and layering thought patterns right on top of each other. In other words, none of the conclusions I came to during the trip were unusual for me. I did not feel increased forgiveness and empathy like MDMA, nor abnormal anger, depression, optimism. I did feel forced to think about tough subjects, and I’m sure that if I had any buried issues, they would have come to the surface. I felt that 2C-I enhanced my mental capacity, since I impressed myself with how quickly I formed and communicated thoughts.
The intensity of visuals were completely unexpected. I knew there would be some visuals, but I expected the drug to be more loved up, warm and fuzzy instead of the classical psychedelic mindfuck it turned out to be. Looking back on that night, I’m surprised that there weren’t more changes in my other senses since the visuals were so intense. My most similar experience (with respect to intensity of visuals) was on 45mg of 4-AcO-DMT (also a first experience…..and before anyone asks, I do NOT know wtf I was thinking), and that trip was accompanied by equally as overwhelming auditory disturbances and almost constant synesthesia. The lack of sound distortion and increase in music appreciation really enhanced the music at this event. Once again, a lower dose would have probably been ideal.
Despite the difficult parts of the trip, I have a great deal of admiration for this chemical.
>>>>TL;DR:<<<<<
Took 24mg of 2C-I, saw shit, brains got scrambled, bathrooms are scary, I regret nothing
