2Cxyz
Greenlighter
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Prior drug experience: Marijuana, DXM, DPH, LSA, Alcohol, Nitrous, Spice/JWH, 2C-E
Before this I had been a regular pot smoker for about a year. Sorry abut the novel-length post.
This is the story of my 2C-P trip. It occured in November of 2011 on a Sunday. A few days prior to the trip, a friend traded me 2 parachutes of 2c-p containing 9mg each for a bottle of vodka. I wanted to get 2C-I from him instead, but he didn't have any so I settled for 2C-P. It was a small amount of white powder wrapped in a piece of rolling paper. On the day of the trip I made sure to be well rested beforehand, but didn't do any meditation or anything else to prepare. I was in good health and was not taking any medications or vitamins or other drugs at the time other than smoking weed at least once a day. I don't know if body size and/or type make a difference, but I am about 5'10" (1.8 meters) tall and weigh about 125 pounds (56.7 Kilos). I woke up at 10:00 AM and did a few chores around the house. At 10:30 I filled a shot glass with water and the contents of one of the parachutes. By 11:00 the 9mg of 2C-P was all floating on top of the water and was clumped together in the center of the glass. I was hesitant to take it because I had read about the long come up time and duration, and because I had tried 2C-E a couple of months prior and didn't care for it. Then I thought, “Why not?” and swallowed the contents of the shot glass. The first couple of hours were pretty unremarkable. At around noon my roommate Tony woke up and wanted to go get food for breakfast, so he drove us to the grocery store (he was completely sober). We left the store at about 1:30, and by the time we were leaving I was starting to feel the “things aren't quite the same but I can't put my finger on what's different” stage of the trip.
We got back to our apartment, cooked breakfast, and by the time it was finished I had lost my appetite. I knew the trip was about to increase in intensity significantly because of appetite loss and past trips. I don't remember the exact times things unfolded from this point on, but I will do my best. While my Tony was eating breakfast I stared at the stucco paint on the walls and watched as the patterns ran up the wall like rain water running down a window, but in reverse. At about 3:00 we each smoked a cigarette. We were outside on our patio while smoking with the door to our apartment open. I saw our door suddenly, quickly, and silently slam itself shut. I closed my eyes and reopened them and the door was back open. I stared out at the trees. They bent and morphed ever so slightly, and it seemed to me that the earth, or the “nature spirit” (I don't know any better way to put it) was aware of me smoking and disapproved and was using the trees to tell me. Everything around me took on a green essence, almost as if I were in a Matrix movie, until I finished the cigarette and went back inside.
The walls were breathing, the carpet was alive... at that point the visuals were similar to that of a moderate to strong LSA trip.
I started to get restless and filled with energy so I got the idea that I wanted to go for a walk. I told Tony and he decided to go with me. We walked to some nature trails near our apartments and trekked along some dirt trails through the woods for a while. Walking seemed to diminish the visual effects of the 2C-P (they were almost gone while walking), but the euphoria and the general feeling of being different than normal did not subside. While in the woods we got a phone call from a friend who I'll call “Nelson,” asking if we wanted to smoke some weed at 4:20. We told him that we'd be late since we were so deep into the woods, but we'd start heading his way. We got out of the woods and my roommate drove us to his place. Once we got there it was about 5:00. A pipe was packed and we passed it around. We smoked two bowls of a strong indica. I started to notice that the patterns cast onto the wall by Nelson's lights were moving and rippling. It almost looked like water from a stream was moving horizontally across his wall. Up to this point, the weed made the trip more intense, but in a good way. I was enjoying the experience. Then Nelson suggested we go take hits from a gravity bong. We did, and this is when things started to go horribly wrong.
After a few minutes Tony asked me if I was ready to go back to our place. I said yes, so he drove us back to our apartment. (I know driving while intoxicated is dangerous and irresponsible, but the drive was just leaving the apartment complex's parking lot, crossing a small low-traffic road, then pulling into our complex's parking lot. It's probably not much longer than a minute's drive. Also, at the time I wasn't in any condition to disagree.) Tony gave me a ring of keys and I walked up the stairs to our door, but I didn't know which key on Tony's ring would unlock our door, so I went back to his car (where he was smoking a cigarette) to ask him. They were my keys. I had been hallucinating when I saw the keychains that were on his ring. I went back up the stairs and with some effort I was able to find the right key. We went into our living room and I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I started to notice that the trip was becoming stronger and stronger every second. I had the thought “I hope this doesn't keep up or I'll be way too fucked up in a minute.” That's probably what started the bad trip's snowball into a living hell. The effects didn't stop increasing in intensity. I turned on the TV and watched Nickelodeon to try to distract myself from the negative thoughts. The 2C-P kept pushing itself to the forefront of my thoughts. I couldn't get my mind off of it. And it was still getting stronger. My body felt extremely... nothing. I don't exactly know how to put this... it felt like any sensation I got from something touching me (my clothes, furniture, etc) was happening about an inch under my skin. It's like my consciousness was retreating into my body. I was starting to become extremely dissociated, depersonalized, and confused. Soon, any kind of stimulation whatsoever (visual, tactile, aural) was extremely overwhelming and was painful in a way I don't know how to describe. I wasn't getting any cool visual effects anymore. I was just plain uncomfortable. I realized what was happening, though. I told Tony that I was starting to have a bad trip and to call Nelson to ask what the best course of action would be. Nelson told me to go to my room, lay down, and turn on some music. I tried this. At this point it's impossible for me to judge how much time was passing because the trip was still increasing in intensity. It was impossible to find any music that I wanted to listen to, and I have over 120 GB of music on my hard drive. The 2C-P made me anxious and impossible to please. I started to feel just a little bit better for a minute as one of the waves started to wear off. I was relieved because I thought that I was starting to come down. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Some amount of time passed, it could have been 2 minutes or half an hour for all I knew. The intensity started to build again, at a much faster rate than it did in the previous wave, and I started tripping even harder than before. I couldn't stand it. I got Tony to call Nelson again. I was hoping Nelson could get me some benzos to calm me down because a few weeks earlier he told me he could if I was ever tripping bad on anything. He denied ever telling me or Tony that, but we both remembered that he had said it. Nelson is an asshole and he admits it. He was being a huge asshole that night and this may have been a big factor in making my trip go bad. I couldn't figure out what to do. I was getting more anxious and nervous. The trip was becoming more intense. Nelson said we could go back over to his place if it would make me more comfortable. I decided I wanted to because if nothing else he was a much more experienced tripper than either Tony or me and might be able to help better in person. I was also holding onto the hope that he might be able to get me some Xanax or something. Tony offered to drive back over there, but I really didn't want to. I was arrested for marijuana possession while driving one night earlier that year and ever since I've had an extreme phobia of being in a car with or on drugs. I decided that the car ride was one of the most traumatic things I went through that night so we should walk. This may have still been the better option, but the walk back to Nelson's place was the most terrifying part of the entire trip.
The effects were still getting stronger and stronger, and so was the dissociation. Shortly after leaving my apartment I told Tony he'd have to lead us to Nelson's place because I was losing touch with reality and didn't know where I was. I was following Tony and was falling behind because I was having trouble remembering how to move my legs. I looked down at the ground and saw my shadow, and then I discovered that I could control it's movements. I made the connection that by watching/making the shadow move I could move myself. Its sounds mundane and obvious and stupid, but to me at the time it was an amazing and important revelation, because not being able to walk was freaking me out. We left our complex's parking lot. Sometime between the parking lot of my complex and the parking lot of Nelson's complex a car turned onto the road we were walking on, so we moved to the side of the road. There was a problem though. No matter how much I tried to move myself, I didn't get any farther out of the way. I could still see the headlights directly in front of me getting closer and the grass on the side of the road wasn't getting any closer. I started to panic. I needed to get out of the road, and I could feel myself walking, but I wasn't going anywhere. The next thing I remember is Tony yelling at me. “Bruce, what are you doing? You need to stop. Come back over here.” Once I heard that I was suddenly so far off of the road that I was about to walk a forest on the other side. I didn't remember walking there and I didn't know how I got there. I saw Tony and walked back to him and asked what happened, and he said that I started running towards the woods. That scared the shit out of me. I couldn't believe that I blacked out and totally lost control of myself.
We got back to Nelson's apartment the effects were still growing in intensity. I was told to sit on Nelson's couch and wait it out. He told me, “Go to sleep. You'll be ok. You're just tripping face. I've never woken up still tripping.” I couldn't have slept even if I wanted to. The mindfuck from the trip was getting stronger by the second, and tactile stimulation was extremely overwhelming at this point, moreso than at any point in the trip. The incident with the mislabeled bromo-dragonfly from a few years ago kept entering my mind. Was I going to die? Did I get the wrong thing? If I made it would I be insane forever? I thought I was insane. It felt as though my brain were melting. Time was extremely dilated. Five seconds felt like fifteen minutes. I was text messaging another of my friends, and the whole time the text on my phone was next to impossible to read. I could only see the letters between waves – during a wave it looked like a foreign language where all the letters moved and danced and every line of text was split down the middle, almost like vertical tear in a computer game. I was getting extreme tunnel vision, and at the end of the tunnel the world was all in strange shades of green, red, and pink. My fingers looked and felt like they were morphing – growing, shrinking, bubbling... it was really disturbing. Looking back, my breathing was probably fine, but it felt extremely labored and I was scared that if I went to sleep I'd stop breathing and die. I decided to swear off drugs entirely at that point, even weed, tobacco, and alcohol (This decision was abandoned after a couple of days).
I got the idea to drink some water since water made me feel better when I was tripping bad (and possibly OD'd) on JWH. Even if water wouldn't do anything chemically to make me feel better, I thought maybe at least through the power of suggestion it might do something. I went to Nelson's kitchen and got some water. To my surprise walking wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but the ground felt like it was shifting underneath my feet. A few minutes later I had to go to the bathroom because of the water. I walked to the bathroom and seeing myself in the mirror upset me for some reason. I don't know why. It made me really uneasy. This cycle repeated several times over what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was probably 2 or 3 hours. The trip was still increasing in intensity for a long time. It was very overwhelming. I decided to play some music, so I turned on some mc chris. I don't know why or how, but suddenly the trip became way less overbearing and I started to enjoy it somewhat. The extreme mood shift was kind of shocking. While listening to the music I was getting vivid closed eye visuals. There were geometric patterns and colors. I remember seeing a lot of blue. One specific image that has stayed in my mind since then is of a blue background with a few vertical whitish yellowish bars going through it. If you've ever seen the Uncle Muscles hour on Tim and Eric, what I was seeing is similar to the background on the title card to that segment. I was calming down. After a few more minutes I felt good enough to go back home, so Tony drove us home. I spent the rest of the night watching TV and waiting for the trip to die down enough for me to sleep. I watched Robot Chicken, a show I normally hate when sober, and I thought it was really funny. The same episode came on several times that night, and as I became more sober I liked it less and less. I think I eventually got to sleep at about 4:30 AM.
The next day I felt kind of disoriented and still saw textures move and surfaces breathe from time to time. Physically I was exhausted, and mentally I was drained. I've thought about the trip at least a few times every day since it happened. All in all I'm glad that it happened because I feel like I learned a lot about myself and how my mind works, but I would never touch 2C-P again. Compared to my two 2C-E trips, it was very dark and painful. Strangely, 2C-P was even more strange and disturbing than taking large amounts of DPH. All three of my 2C-trips were significantly less fun than when I've used LSA or DXM.
Before this I had been a regular pot smoker for about a year. Sorry abut the novel-length post.
This is the story of my 2C-P trip. It occured in November of 2011 on a Sunday. A few days prior to the trip, a friend traded me 2 parachutes of 2c-p containing 9mg each for a bottle of vodka. I wanted to get 2C-I from him instead, but he didn't have any so I settled for 2C-P. It was a small amount of white powder wrapped in a piece of rolling paper. On the day of the trip I made sure to be well rested beforehand, but didn't do any meditation or anything else to prepare. I was in good health and was not taking any medications or vitamins or other drugs at the time other than smoking weed at least once a day. I don't know if body size and/or type make a difference, but I am about 5'10" (1.8 meters) tall and weigh about 125 pounds (56.7 Kilos). I woke up at 10:00 AM and did a few chores around the house. At 10:30 I filled a shot glass with water and the contents of one of the parachutes. By 11:00 the 9mg of 2C-P was all floating on top of the water and was clumped together in the center of the glass. I was hesitant to take it because I had read about the long come up time and duration, and because I had tried 2C-E a couple of months prior and didn't care for it. Then I thought, “Why not?” and swallowed the contents of the shot glass. The first couple of hours were pretty unremarkable. At around noon my roommate Tony woke up and wanted to go get food for breakfast, so he drove us to the grocery store (he was completely sober). We left the store at about 1:30, and by the time we were leaving I was starting to feel the “things aren't quite the same but I can't put my finger on what's different” stage of the trip.
We got back to our apartment, cooked breakfast, and by the time it was finished I had lost my appetite. I knew the trip was about to increase in intensity significantly because of appetite loss and past trips. I don't remember the exact times things unfolded from this point on, but I will do my best. While my Tony was eating breakfast I stared at the stucco paint on the walls and watched as the patterns ran up the wall like rain water running down a window, but in reverse. At about 3:00 we each smoked a cigarette. We were outside on our patio while smoking with the door to our apartment open. I saw our door suddenly, quickly, and silently slam itself shut. I closed my eyes and reopened them and the door was back open. I stared out at the trees. They bent and morphed ever so slightly, and it seemed to me that the earth, or the “nature spirit” (I don't know any better way to put it) was aware of me smoking and disapproved and was using the trees to tell me. Everything around me took on a green essence, almost as if I were in a Matrix movie, until I finished the cigarette and went back inside.
The walls were breathing, the carpet was alive... at that point the visuals were similar to that of a moderate to strong LSA trip.
I started to get restless and filled with energy so I got the idea that I wanted to go for a walk. I told Tony and he decided to go with me. We walked to some nature trails near our apartments and trekked along some dirt trails through the woods for a while. Walking seemed to diminish the visual effects of the 2C-P (they were almost gone while walking), but the euphoria and the general feeling of being different than normal did not subside. While in the woods we got a phone call from a friend who I'll call “Nelson,” asking if we wanted to smoke some weed at 4:20. We told him that we'd be late since we were so deep into the woods, but we'd start heading his way. We got out of the woods and my roommate drove us to his place. Once we got there it was about 5:00. A pipe was packed and we passed it around. We smoked two bowls of a strong indica. I started to notice that the patterns cast onto the wall by Nelson's lights were moving and rippling. It almost looked like water from a stream was moving horizontally across his wall. Up to this point, the weed made the trip more intense, but in a good way. I was enjoying the experience. Then Nelson suggested we go take hits from a gravity bong. We did, and this is when things started to go horribly wrong.
After a few minutes Tony asked me if I was ready to go back to our place. I said yes, so he drove us back to our apartment. (I know driving while intoxicated is dangerous and irresponsible, but the drive was just leaving the apartment complex's parking lot, crossing a small low-traffic road, then pulling into our complex's parking lot. It's probably not much longer than a minute's drive. Also, at the time I wasn't in any condition to disagree.) Tony gave me a ring of keys and I walked up the stairs to our door, but I didn't know which key on Tony's ring would unlock our door, so I went back to his car (where he was smoking a cigarette) to ask him. They were my keys. I had been hallucinating when I saw the keychains that were on his ring. I went back up the stairs and with some effort I was able to find the right key. We went into our living room and I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I started to notice that the trip was becoming stronger and stronger every second. I had the thought “I hope this doesn't keep up or I'll be way too fucked up in a minute.” That's probably what started the bad trip's snowball into a living hell. The effects didn't stop increasing in intensity. I turned on the TV and watched Nickelodeon to try to distract myself from the negative thoughts. The 2C-P kept pushing itself to the forefront of my thoughts. I couldn't get my mind off of it. And it was still getting stronger. My body felt extremely... nothing. I don't exactly know how to put this... it felt like any sensation I got from something touching me (my clothes, furniture, etc) was happening about an inch under my skin. It's like my consciousness was retreating into my body. I was starting to become extremely dissociated, depersonalized, and confused. Soon, any kind of stimulation whatsoever (visual, tactile, aural) was extremely overwhelming and was painful in a way I don't know how to describe. I wasn't getting any cool visual effects anymore. I was just plain uncomfortable. I realized what was happening, though. I told Tony that I was starting to have a bad trip and to call Nelson to ask what the best course of action would be. Nelson told me to go to my room, lay down, and turn on some music. I tried this. At this point it's impossible for me to judge how much time was passing because the trip was still increasing in intensity. It was impossible to find any music that I wanted to listen to, and I have over 120 GB of music on my hard drive. The 2C-P made me anxious and impossible to please. I started to feel just a little bit better for a minute as one of the waves started to wear off. I was relieved because I thought that I was starting to come down. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Some amount of time passed, it could have been 2 minutes or half an hour for all I knew. The intensity started to build again, at a much faster rate than it did in the previous wave, and I started tripping even harder than before. I couldn't stand it. I got Tony to call Nelson again. I was hoping Nelson could get me some benzos to calm me down because a few weeks earlier he told me he could if I was ever tripping bad on anything. He denied ever telling me or Tony that, but we both remembered that he had said it. Nelson is an asshole and he admits it. He was being a huge asshole that night and this may have been a big factor in making my trip go bad. I couldn't figure out what to do. I was getting more anxious and nervous. The trip was becoming more intense. Nelson said we could go back over to his place if it would make me more comfortable. I decided I wanted to because if nothing else he was a much more experienced tripper than either Tony or me and might be able to help better in person. I was also holding onto the hope that he might be able to get me some Xanax or something. Tony offered to drive back over there, but I really didn't want to. I was arrested for marijuana possession while driving one night earlier that year and ever since I've had an extreme phobia of being in a car with or on drugs. I decided that the car ride was one of the most traumatic things I went through that night so we should walk. This may have still been the better option, but the walk back to Nelson's place was the most terrifying part of the entire trip.
The effects were still getting stronger and stronger, and so was the dissociation. Shortly after leaving my apartment I told Tony he'd have to lead us to Nelson's place because I was losing touch with reality and didn't know where I was. I was following Tony and was falling behind because I was having trouble remembering how to move my legs. I looked down at the ground and saw my shadow, and then I discovered that I could control it's movements. I made the connection that by watching/making the shadow move I could move myself. Its sounds mundane and obvious and stupid, but to me at the time it was an amazing and important revelation, because not being able to walk was freaking me out. We left our complex's parking lot. Sometime between the parking lot of my complex and the parking lot of Nelson's complex a car turned onto the road we were walking on, so we moved to the side of the road. There was a problem though. No matter how much I tried to move myself, I didn't get any farther out of the way. I could still see the headlights directly in front of me getting closer and the grass on the side of the road wasn't getting any closer. I started to panic. I needed to get out of the road, and I could feel myself walking, but I wasn't going anywhere. The next thing I remember is Tony yelling at me. “Bruce, what are you doing? You need to stop. Come back over here.” Once I heard that I was suddenly so far off of the road that I was about to walk a forest on the other side. I didn't remember walking there and I didn't know how I got there. I saw Tony and walked back to him and asked what happened, and he said that I started running towards the woods. That scared the shit out of me. I couldn't believe that I blacked out and totally lost control of myself.
We got back to Nelson's apartment the effects were still growing in intensity. I was told to sit on Nelson's couch and wait it out. He told me, “Go to sleep. You'll be ok. You're just tripping face. I've never woken up still tripping.” I couldn't have slept even if I wanted to. The mindfuck from the trip was getting stronger by the second, and tactile stimulation was extremely overwhelming at this point, moreso than at any point in the trip. The incident with the mislabeled bromo-dragonfly from a few years ago kept entering my mind. Was I going to die? Did I get the wrong thing? If I made it would I be insane forever? I thought I was insane. It felt as though my brain were melting. Time was extremely dilated. Five seconds felt like fifteen minutes. I was text messaging another of my friends, and the whole time the text on my phone was next to impossible to read. I could only see the letters between waves – during a wave it looked like a foreign language where all the letters moved and danced and every line of text was split down the middle, almost like vertical tear in a computer game. I was getting extreme tunnel vision, and at the end of the tunnel the world was all in strange shades of green, red, and pink. My fingers looked and felt like they were morphing – growing, shrinking, bubbling... it was really disturbing. Looking back, my breathing was probably fine, but it felt extremely labored and I was scared that if I went to sleep I'd stop breathing and die. I decided to swear off drugs entirely at that point, even weed, tobacco, and alcohol (This decision was abandoned after a couple of days).
I got the idea to drink some water since water made me feel better when I was tripping bad (and possibly OD'd) on JWH. Even if water wouldn't do anything chemically to make me feel better, I thought maybe at least through the power of suggestion it might do something. I went to Nelson's kitchen and got some water. To my surprise walking wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but the ground felt like it was shifting underneath my feet. A few minutes later I had to go to the bathroom because of the water. I walked to the bathroom and seeing myself in the mirror upset me for some reason. I don't know why. It made me really uneasy. This cycle repeated several times over what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was probably 2 or 3 hours. The trip was still increasing in intensity for a long time. It was very overwhelming. I decided to play some music, so I turned on some mc chris. I don't know why or how, but suddenly the trip became way less overbearing and I started to enjoy it somewhat. The extreme mood shift was kind of shocking. While listening to the music I was getting vivid closed eye visuals. There were geometric patterns and colors. I remember seeing a lot of blue. One specific image that has stayed in my mind since then is of a blue background with a few vertical whitish yellowish bars going through it. If you've ever seen the Uncle Muscles hour on Tim and Eric, what I was seeing is similar to the background on the title card to that segment. I was calming down. After a few more minutes I felt good enough to go back home, so Tony drove us home. I spent the rest of the night watching TV and waiting for the trip to die down enough for me to sleep. I watched Robot Chicken, a show I normally hate when sober, and I thought it was really funny. The same episode came on several times that night, and as I became more sober I liked it less and less. I think I eventually got to sleep at about 4:30 AM.
The next day I felt kind of disoriented and still saw textures move and surfaces breathe from time to time. Physically I was exhausted, and mentally I was drained. I've thought about the trip at least a few times every day since it happened. All in all I'm glad that it happened because I feel like I learned a lot about myself and how my mind works, but I would never touch 2C-P again. Compared to my two 2C-E trips, it was very dark and painful. Strangely, 2C-P was even more strange and disturbing than taking large amounts of DPH. All three of my 2C-trips were significantly less fun than when I've used LSA or DXM.
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