psilosara
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Friday night at college and my boy got some acid, and I missed the movie I wanted to see. Thank goodness he has some extra 2C-I around. I wasn't sure I really wanted to trip on it again because my first experience was unpleasant until I smoked weed mid-peak. There was much body load- the pent-up energy and racing heart was too overwhelming to enjoy, and so I was hesitant to try even a smaller dose. But I got over that when I heard some friends would be trying it too. It seems odd that such a compulsive drug-ingestion would yield the strongest trip I've ever had, but for some reason that night I clicked with 2C-I.
I got out of a meeting and snuck behind my house to my neighbor, W's, room, where bluedolphin (bd) and T were also waiting. It was a little past seven and time for ingestion. We all were so excited and giddy. Earlier bd and I had picked out a good dose for me, somewhere around 16mg, because I was going for a much milder trip than my last experience, which was 21 mg. Upstairs we all ingest and smile and sit around, waiting. W was impatient, bd and T were reporting slight effects within 15 minutes, and about a half hour later I feel the need to stand. To pace. Now sit. Stand. Where did this energy come from? I giggle because I can feel it coming on and there aren’t negative side effects, just a little stomach tightening and adrenaline churning my stomach excitedly. I decide some smashing pumpkins music videos are in order, they’re all so artistic and creative, I love watching and listening during a come-up. T smokes his first bowl, hoping to catch up, does a bit, and man was he funny all night. But the first wave has passed and I agree that now, about an hour later, it might be nice to go for that walk we were talking about. Bluedolphin is already reporting plenty of fun… he’s in for quite a ride I decide, he’s already seeing really cool shit and getting confused.
The walk starts during my second wave and I light a cigarette to calm it a bit. During the come-up on 2C-I before visuals I feel the drug in my middle, not nausea but churning inside me, like every bodily process, especially my heart pumping blood, is stronger, intense, and absorbs my senses. The first time I had a larger dose which produced nausea just from the intensity, this body load was a constant rush that I didn’t understand, and so could not control it. This time the feeling is less intense, but for some reason, my experience, preparation, perhaps even the security from being with bd again, I have no idea, meant that nothing I encountered this night could ever be negative, I handled it all, and it was good. We were walking, using all this energy, I was feeling my heart pounding and I decided to weave with T, who would not walk normal that night. W followed, he claimed that he felt nothing, but he was energetic, giggly, and started to weave around me and act like a bumper car. We found the sidewalk but soon after began to walk in a jacob’s ladder, weaving in and around, zigzagging across the road. There seemed to be a good reason to do this. Even by that point I was doubtful that I would have a strong trip.
At the sunken garden we enter and disperse, and I decide that I’m ready for a bowl. This will be my take-off, and with W [hoping he may be skyrocketed into psychedelic space with me] we pack a good sized bowl. Wow. And wow again. I feel drunk, and happy, and talkative. So talkative, I want to share, but I hold back because bluedolphin- is that him on the ground, did he just turn into that bush? Whoa- and T, who has disappeared, will not understand. I’m so enjoying the body high that I forget about the visuals. There’s my boy on the ground, underneath the trees. Could I maybe see something if I look there too? I do! Oh my dear god I’m hallucinating. This is a huge deal. I sometimes see little light patterns, sometimes on shrooms patterns come alive. The first time on shrooms I saw a village in the grass, and the first time on 2C-I the flowers in my backyard danced together, but nothing, nothing was ever like this. I could see the leaves on the trees swirling, in a perfect kaleidoscopic dance, turning and rotating and then, colors! They turn a bright fiery red, then ice blue, bright green then neon. All the colors of the rainbow in this kaleidoscope. Then all the neon colors, then rainbows inside rainbows, then tie-dyed and swirling. How gorgeous. But bd doesn’t see this, he’s enjoying his own colors [ones I’ve never seen he assures me], and I run out to the middle of the garden for W, who is watching the sky, looking for visuals, and finding few. But he says he understands my kaleidoscope. Good.
I’m very impulsive, saying whatever comes to mind immediately and my thought patterns, thoroughly trippy, are entertaining. Bluedolphin is tripping harder. He can barely converse. I wonder if this is good, as he meekly whispers that he is happy. OK, he’s good, now what about me. The churning energy and insides, nonsensical thoughts and visuals wherever I look and everywhere around me, am I okay? Umm, yes! Is this too much? No. I’m not sure but I know that if I sit down it’s too much and if I stand up I’m rather drunk. No, this is fun. So I center my energy, I control it. Relief.
I walk over to W, but see one of the shadows take form and walk away. Then a car is coming, the headlights fill the road next to me and then the light changes, to blue. Green. White. There is no car. Am I controlling this? There’s some rustling in the tree next to me, and I see a person. No that’s not a real person. Again I see forms and hear mumbling, but in a few seconds I see empty air. There’s a man walking towards me, then what the light doesn’t touch is form, I can just make out a head and some part of his middle with the rest translucent, then he disappears. I see a form climbing the tree. W is near, and I ask him who’s in the tree. I see T, but then I really see T, a little closer than I thought. Relieved that I found him I turn around. Bluedolphin is gone, then he appears, having walked out of the brick wall a few feet away. I turn to him, bewildered, ‘sweetie, you just walked out of the wall’
‘yeah, I do that.’ There has never been anything funnier and more impressive said. I buckle over in laughter, in awe.
We attempt to communicate what is happening to ourselves, and although we are both overwhelmed with everything in our worlds, we are having the time of our lives. We have never tripped harder. I’m tripping balls. So I lie down next to him on the bricks and tell him something must have clicked. I’ve never hallucinated this much, not even close the first time, which was a 50% higher dose. My hope is that somehow I opened the floodgates and from thenceforth my trips will be just as visual as they have been internal.
W wants to go on a journey, he says he’s the soberest one and I pity him. Maybe we should go for a walk. It’s then that my trip is peaking, about 2 and a half hours after taking the gelcap. It will settle and plateau for a few hours then wind down pretty fast. I want to take it all in: the trees growing and turning neon and red and tie-dyed (that is a sight to see), the shadows lurking and the light that changes color at a whim. Bluedolphin’s face has the green and purple ice sheen that I saw my first time on shrooms. This time it’s more skull-like. I feel very drunk, a bit confused, and out of touch with decisiveness. I wonder if I am insane. I follow, back to the house for snacks. Underneath the streetlight my visuals turn off, I concentrate on walking straight and compose myself. Our first obstacle was immediate. There was a small tree that looked like a twisted dying weeping willow…. strangely I saw that each bony branch reached like a wire down to the ground, holding it steady. All the trees had these wires. But then it moved close to me as a wave swirled everything in my vision around. It receded and I passed. Then I was walking on things that crunched and moved beneath me. They were shells, from the ocean. No they aren’t. ‘Are these shells?’
‘Yes’
‘No, wait, [peering down close to them] oh my they’re bones! I can see a little skull!’
‘Whoa’
‘No, wait, they’re rocks.’ Keep on walking.
I don’t remember the walk back home, but it was mostly automatic. I was feeling the body high, and in order to center it I remember and compare it to E, and it is rather similar, minus the empathy. When we walk inside I see many sober friends, and I go talk to them. For some reason I’m pretty good at it, but it isn’t fun! I need to leave, and within six trips from my room to bd’s I have collected what I need for the journey. T and bd are sitting in chairs across from each other and looking rather at peace. I, not on such a deep and meditative drug, enter the room with gusto and interrupt them. Bd notes how different my presence was from T’s, who seemed to be emanating a similar frequency as his. I look around the room and share how now I can see faces in the wood and on the floor. They swirl around and form and reform, some of them not so pretty and others beautifully natural in their cellulose medium. The tapestries are swirling too, changing colors and blooming, receding, breathing, and replicating. The stars on one seem to be multiplying and then dying again in bursts. My thoughts are random and somewhat deep, but my attempts to share them are futile. Bd understands some, like when I held his cold hand, trying to warm him up, and he warmed quickly. I let go because I became tired of holding his hand, and shivered as I did, amazed that after being so hot all night I was chilly. I told him that he had taken all my warm energy, and he said he knew, he was thriving off of it for a bit and knew he had not returned it. I told him that while he was on his drug, he must actually be the god he thought he was, not merely deluded by a substance. This was a challenge to get across, but he somewhat understood, happy that he was truly master of the universe =). [A big haha to me in retrospect… I remember my sincerity, but how could I have been serious?]
When we finally are on our way to the train tracks, which meant another half hour or so had gone with distractions, I’m very happy and still that drunk feeling, with fewer visuals and a bit more sanity returning. After meeting the girls with their Elect Senior Pickles for Mayor sign, a parade of freshmen party-seekers approached. I turned and as far as I could see down the sidewalk was this huge drove of people, like a long silver train. Although there turned out to only be around 40 kids, the parade was quite the sight.
We walk toward the boathouse and after passing by the boats there was a ramp down to a dark plastic raft, with sections about 3 square feet that was just floating. This was amazing. I laid on the surface and felt the water under me, the waves and the creatures that were creating the waves, excitedly racing in the water underneath. With every lift and fall I couldn’t help but sigh, this reminded me of a beautiful lake-orgasm, stronger in the wind and never ceasing. And I was part of it. I cuddled up next to bluedolphin and we enjoyed our nearness. I decided to stop chain smoking, and after taking some pictures we went up the tracks.
I had fun with the tracks because they were ghosts. I was entering another wave of the drug, with visuals full force again. I saw two furry creatures made of yellow light flying toward me, and I let them enter me, absorbed by my sweatshirt. The tracks were fun to play with because when I decided that they were perfectly predictable, they turned into gray shadows.
As the night wore on I felt a gradual decline in intensity, although no loss of energy, which was great for then because I slept little the night before, and just wanted to cuddle. I didn’t feel sexy or think about physical stimulation, but I liked being close to people. W showed me his pictures from the boathouse and I nestled right up between him and bd. The pictures were movies. ‘These are moving pictures!’ ‘No, they’re just pictures.’ ‘They’re moving again!’ That was cool. It looked as though he had approached what he wanted to photograph while filming, and then the image would rotate and I could see more of each picture than was there on the digital screen. Sweet.
Looking up I saw right before some deep colored mists covered the sky (purple mostly, then pinkish and green) that all the stars were asterisks, jutting six small bands of light out from their center. The visuals were diminishing again. It was around 11:30.
Time for more weed. But the bowl was missing. A return to the house was in order, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to return but I thought some weed would bring me back up. It did. I also mixed myself a fairly weak white Russian, curious what the alcohol would add. It was a suggestion from bd for helping the come-down. It soothed me and felt and tasted wonderful, although I can’t say whether it did any more than that. We looked at psychedelic art on erowid and I had never seen such living pictures. Although they never left the screen, all were changing colors and twisting within themselves, wheels of the trippy designs spinning and backgrounds changing endlessly.
T decides to find W who has left for a journey, finally beginning to trip, and I am left with bd. I don’t think I could put words any better to our love over the next few hours than his report does (http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=101005&r=6). I had felt all night some connection to him, thinking I could get inside his head better than usual, and this added to the next hours we spent alone. We confused each other with theories and explanations, but it was rather fun. Another bowl around 3 am yielded the munchies (bad idea, I do not recommend eating on 2C-I, it tastes great but my digestive system was turned off until there was no drug left in me too many hours later) and a shitload of visuals. I enjoyed watching his moon and sun tapestry, the suns changed colors (this never ever felt repetitive, it was my breakthrough) and the stars multiplied around it. The colors were dimmer, not so deep now. Bluedolphin’s face went vein, the smooth skin was pulled back around his veins, pretty much causing me to look away. It can be annoying to have a sweet moment of eye contact end when the other person’s face morphs disturbingly. =) hehe.
So that’s the end. Talking with him made me a little jealous that his trip was so much deeper, seemingly more natural. I can’t wait to get my hands on a fly of my own, because I doubt that this will be my best trip ever for long, but I don’t really have complaints about it. 2C-I isn’t shrooms, it isn’t mystical, and I didn’t expect that. It’s a hell of a lot of fun I decided, which is awesome because I had practically written it off after my introduction to it this summer. The body load can be a little uncomfortable but it was minimal this time, with all the positive effects full force on a substantially lower dose.
peace.
I got out of a meeting and snuck behind my house to my neighbor, W's, room, where bluedolphin (bd) and T were also waiting. It was a little past seven and time for ingestion. We all were so excited and giddy. Earlier bd and I had picked out a good dose for me, somewhere around 16mg, because I was going for a much milder trip than my last experience, which was 21 mg. Upstairs we all ingest and smile and sit around, waiting. W was impatient, bd and T were reporting slight effects within 15 minutes, and about a half hour later I feel the need to stand. To pace. Now sit. Stand. Where did this energy come from? I giggle because I can feel it coming on and there aren’t negative side effects, just a little stomach tightening and adrenaline churning my stomach excitedly. I decide some smashing pumpkins music videos are in order, they’re all so artistic and creative, I love watching and listening during a come-up. T smokes his first bowl, hoping to catch up, does a bit, and man was he funny all night. But the first wave has passed and I agree that now, about an hour later, it might be nice to go for that walk we were talking about. Bluedolphin is already reporting plenty of fun… he’s in for quite a ride I decide, he’s already seeing really cool shit and getting confused.
The walk starts during my second wave and I light a cigarette to calm it a bit. During the come-up on 2C-I before visuals I feel the drug in my middle, not nausea but churning inside me, like every bodily process, especially my heart pumping blood, is stronger, intense, and absorbs my senses. The first time I had a larger dose which produced nausea just from the intensity, this body load was a constant rush that I didn’t understand, and so could not control it. This time the feeling is less intense, but for some reason, my experience, preparation, perhaps even the security from being with bd again, I have no idea, meant that nothing I encountered this night could ever be negative, I handled it all, and it was good. We were walking, using all this energy, I was feeling my heart pounding and I decided to weave with T, who would not walk normal that night. W followed, he claimed that he felt nothing, but he was energetic, giggly, and started to weave around me and act like a bumper car. We found the sidewalk but soon after began to walk in a jacob’s ladder, weaving in and around, zigzagging across the road. There seemed to be a good reason to do this. Even by that point I was doubtful that I would have a strong trip.
At the sunken garden we enter and disperse, and I decide that I’m ready for a bowl. This will be my take-off, and with W [hoping he may be skyrocketed into psychedelic space with me] we pack a good sized bowl. Wow. And wow again. I feel drunk, and happy, and talkative. So talkative, I want to share, but I hold back because bluedolphin- is that him on the ground, did he just turn into that bush? Whoa- and T, who has disappeared, will not understand. I’m so enjoying the body high that I forget about the visuals. There’s my boy on the ground, underneath the trees. Could I maybe see something if I look there too? I do! Oh my dear god I’m hallucinating. This is a huge deal. I sometimes see little light patterns, sometimes on shrooms patterns come alive. The first time on shrooms I saw a village in the grass, and the first time on 2C-I the flowers in my backyard danced together, but nothing, nothing was ever like this. I could see the leaves on the trees swirling, in a perfect kaleidoscopic dance, turning and rotating and then, colors! They turn a bright fiery red, then ice blue, bright green then neon. All the colors of the rainbow in this kaleidoscope. Then all the neon colors, then rainbows inside rainbows, then tie-dyed and swirling. How gorgeous. But bd doesn’t see this, he’s enjoying his own colors [ones I’ve never seen he assures me], and I run out to the middle of the garden for W, who is watching the sky, looking for visuals, and finding few. But he says he understands my kaleidoscope. Good.
I’m very impulsive, saying whatever comes to mind immediately and my thought patterns, thoroughly trippy, are entertaining. Bluedolphin is tripping harder. He can barely converse. I wonder if this is good, as he meekly whispers that he is happy. OK, he’s good, now what about me. The churning energy and insides, nonsensical thoughts and visuals wherever I look and everywhere around me, am I okay? Umm, yes! Is this too much? No. I’m not sure but I know that if I sit down it’s too much and if I stand up I’m rather drunk. No, this is fun. So I center my energy, I control it. Relief.
I walk over to W, but see one of the shadows take form and walk away. Then a car is coming, the headlights fill the road next to me and then the light changes, to blue. Green. White. There is no car. Am I controlling this? There’s some rustling in the tree next to me, and I see a person. No that’s not a real person. Again I see forms and hear mumbling, but in a few seconds I see empty air. There’s a man walking towards me, then what the light doesn’t touch is form, I can just make out a head and some part of his middle with the rest translucent, then he disappears. I see a form climbing the tree. W is near, and I ask him who’s in the tree. I see T, but then I really see T, a little closer than I thought. Relieved that I found him I turn around. Bluedolphin is gone, then he appears, having walked out of the brick wall a few feet away. I turn to him, bewildered, ‘sweetie, you just walked out of the wall’
‘yeah, I do that.’ There has never been anything funnier and more impressive said. I buckle over in laughter, in awe.
We attempt to communicate what is happening to ourselves, and although we are both overwhelmed with everything in our worlds, we are having the time of our lives. We have never tripped harder. I’m tripping balls. So I lie down next to him on the bricks and tell him something must have clicked. I’ve never hallucinated this much, not even close the first time, which was a 50% higher dose. My hope is that somehow I opened the floodgates and from thenceforth my trips will be just as visual as they have been internal.
W wants to go on a journey, he says he’s the soberest one and I pity him. Maybe we should go for a walk. It’s then that my trip is peaking, about 2 and a half hours after taking the gelcap. It will settle and plateau for a few hours then wind down pretty fast. I want to take it all in: the trees growing and turning neon and red and tie-dyed (that is a sight to see), the shadows lurking and the light that changes color at a whim. Bluedolphin’s face has the green and purple ice sheen that I saw my first time on shrooms. This time it’s more skull-like. I feel very drunk, a bit confused, and out of touch with decisiveness. I wonder if I am insane. I follow, back to the house for snacks. Underneath the streetlight my visuals turn off, I concentrate on walking straight and compose myself. Our first obstacle was immediate. There was a small tree that looked like a twisted dying weeping willow…. strangely I saw that each bony branch reached like a wire down to the ground, holding it steady. All the trees had these wires. But then it moved close to me as a wave swirled everything in my vision around. It receded and I passed. Then I was walking on things that crunched and moved beneath me. They were shells, from the ocean. No they aren’t. ‘Are these shells?’
‘Yes’
‘No, wait, [peering down close to them] oh my they’re bones! I can see a little skull!’
‘Whoa’
‘No, wait, they’re rocks.’ Keep on walking.
I don’t remember the walk back home, but it was mostly automatic. I was feeling the body high, and in order to center it I remember and compare it to E, and it is rather similar, minus the empathy. When we walk inside I see many sober friends, and I go talk to them. For some reason I’m pretty good at it, but it isn’t fun! I need to leave, and within six trips from my room to bd’s I have collected what I need for the journey. T and bd are sitting in chairs across from each other and looking rather at peace. I, not on such a deep and meditative drug, enter the room with gusto and interrupt them. Bd notes how different my presence was from T’s, who seemed to be emanating a similar frequency as his. I look around the room and share how now I can see faces in the wood and on the floor. They swirl around and form and reform, some of them not so pretty and others beautifully natural in their cellulose medium. The tapestries are swirling too, changing colors and blooming, receding, breathing, and replicating. The stars on one seem to be multiplying and then dying again in bursts. My thoughts are random and somewhat deep, but my attempts to share them are futile. Bd understands some, like when I held his cold hand, trying to warm him up, and he warmed quickly. I let go because I became tired of holding his hand, and shivered as I did, amazed that after being so hot all night I was chilly. I told him that he had taken all my warm energy, and he said he knew, he was thriving off of it for a bit and knew he had not returned it. I told him that while he was on his drug, he must actually be the god he thought he was, not merely deluded by a substance. This was a challenge to get across, but he somewhat understood, happy that he was truly master of the universe =). [A big haha to me in retrospect… I remember my sincerity, but how could I have been serious?]
When we finally are on our way to the train tracks, which meant another half hour or so had gone with distractions, I’m very happy and still that drunk feeling, with fewer visuals and a bit more sanity returning. After meeting the girls with their Elect Senior Pickles for Mayor sign, a parade of freshmen party-seekers approached. I turned and as far as I could see down the sidewalk was this huge drove of people, like a long silver train. Although there turned out to only be around 40 kids, the parade was quite the sight.
We walk toward the boathouse and after passing by the boats there was a ramp down to a dark plastic raft, with sections about 3 square feet that was just floating. This was amazing. I laid on the surface and felt the water under me, the waves and the creatures that were creating the waves, excitedly racing in the water underneath. With every lift and fall I couldn’t help but sigh, this reminded me of a beautiful lake-orgasm, stronger in the wind and never ceasing. And I was part of it. I cuddled up next to bluedolphin and we enjoyed our nearness. I decided to stop chain smoking, and after taking some pictures we went up the tracks.
I had fun with the tracks because they were ghosts. I was entering another wave of the drug, with visuals full force again. I saw two furry creatures made of yellow light flying toward me, and I let them enter me, absorbed by my sweatshirt. The tracks were fun to play with because when I decided that they were perfectly predictable, they turned into gray shadows.
As the night wore on I felt a gradual decline in intensity, although no loss of energy, which was great for then because I slept little the night before, and just wanted to cuddle. I didn’t feel sexy or think about physical stimulation, but I liked being close to people. W showed me his pictures from the boathouse and I nestled right up between him and bd. The pictures were movies. ‘These are moving pictures!’ ‘No, they’re just pictures.’ ‘They’re moving again!’ That was cool. It looked as though he had approached what he wanted to photograph while filming, and then the image would rotate and I could see more of each picture than was there on the digital screen. Sweet.
Looking up I saw right before some deep colored mists covered the sky (purple mostly, then pinkish and green) that all the stars were asterisks, jutting six small bands of light out from their center. The visuals were diminishing again. It was around 11:30.
Time for more weed. But the bowl was missing. A return to the house was in order, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to return but I thought some weed would bring me back up. It did. I also mixed myself a fairly weak white Russian, curious what the alcohol would add. It was a suggestion from bd for helping the come-down. It soothed me and felt and tasted wonderful, although I can’t say whether it did any more than that. We looked at psychedelic art on erowid and I had never seen such living pictures. Although they never left the screen, all were changing colors and twisting within themselves, wheels of the trippy designs spinning and backgrounds changing endlessly.
T decides to find W who has left for a journey, finally beginning to trip, and I am left with bd. I don’t think I could put words any better to our love over the next few hours than his report does (http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=101005&r=6). I had felt all night some connection to him, thinking I could get inside his head better than usual, and this added to the next hours we spent alone. We confused each other with theories and explanations, but it was rather fun. Another bowl around 3 am yielded the munchies (bad idea, I do not recommend eating on 2C-I, it tastes great but my digestive system was turned off until there was no drug left in me too many hours later) and a shitload of visuals. I enjoyed watching his moon and sun tapestry, the suns changed colors (this never ever felt repetitive, it was my breakthrough) and the stars multiplied around it. The colors were dimmer, not so deep now. Bluedolphin’s face went vein, the smooth skin was pulled back around his veins, pretty much causing me to look away. It can be annoying to have a sweet moment of eye contact end when the other person’s face morphs disturbingly. =) hehe.
So that’s the end. Talking with him made me a little jealous that his trip was so much deeper, seemingly more natural. I can’t wait to get my hands on a fly of my own, because I doubt that this will be my best trip ever for long, but I don’t really have complaints about it. 2C-I isn’t shrooms, it isn’t mystical, and I didn’t expect that. It’s a hell of a lot of fun I decided, which is awesome because I had practically written it off after my introduction to it this summer. The body load can be a little uncomfortable but it was minimal this time, with all the positive effects full force on a substantially lower dose.
peace.
