Oct 23rd, I dosed 30mg of 2C-T-7 for the first time expecting something rather similar to 2C-T-2. My wife and I sat down to watch Cirque du Soleil and wait for me to come up. After about an hour and a half, I began to notice slightly altered perception and/or thought patterns. It was fairly subtle until the end of the DVD when we went to the bedroom. I was talking to my wife about something (exactly what, I don't remember....this seems to be the theme for the night) and began to laugh. The laughter made me think of other things which led me to other things, each step becoming funnier and funnier until I was cackling obnoxiously at apparently nothing. My wife said something to the effect of "I'm surprised the neighbors haven't complained" or "I bet the neighbors can hear you" or something like that. All of the sudden, despite the fact that we have lived in a house for 3 years, I felt like I was back at the apartment we shared before we got married. The mention of neighbors hearing me reminded me of our loud next door and upstairs neighbors in the apartment and shortly thereafter, I was there. The room looked the same as it always does, but I just had a strong feeling that there were people living above us and on the other side of the wall closest to us.
I think (but can't be sure....again, memory is really bad regarding events and their chronology) it was about that time that the mild paranoia began to hit me. I felt like I was imminently close to being arrested or "discovered" or something. I apparently followed my wife around the house bugging her about this. I remember asking "am I just out of my mind?" and her being somewhat agitated at me for asking. I discovered the next morning that I had asked that question seemingly dozens of times and my wife had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. Then I asked her "do you think they'll find out?" to which my wife almost yelling at me said "WHO WILL FIND OUT WHAT?". I apparently persisted asking these questions until I remember asking her again if she thought I was crazy, to which she responded something to the effect of "the more you ask that the closer I get to saying it....yes....you're fucking crazy".
My wife rarely takes a strong interest in what I am dosing on until I give her the full report. She either likes the report and tries it or doesn't and forgets all about it. However, my erratic behavior made her jump on the computer and ask me what I took and how much. I told her (I only vaguely remember telling her) whereupon she started reading trip reports on erowid to get a better idea of what the hell I was doing. Most of the night feels very dream-like and sometimes almost surreal to me, so I don't know how long she sat there reading. It only seemed like a few seconds; maybe a minute or two. Anyway, the stuff my wife likes are sensual and empthogenic substances. For some reason, I guess I began to feel like I was not under the influence of a strong psychedelic, but rather a strongly sensual sexy-type drug. This wasn't really the case, and I have no explanation for why I thought that way. When my wife asked me some question about it with the connotation that this one was not a good one for either of us, I almost felt like I could "show" her or tell her how sensual and awesome this was (?). I remember saying "I'm going to flip this 180 degrees in 5 seconds....give me 5 seconds and I'm going to turn this completely around". That apparently became my catch phrase for the next hour. Although I don't remember saying it more than once, my wife said I annoyed the hell out of her saying it over and over. She told me the next morning she was pissed because I kept saying I was going to turn everything around and then I never said or did anything, just went back into my jabbery trance state.
She also told me the next morning that at one point I was talking in the bedroom and looking out the window. She was listening and said it sounded like I was talking to her, having a full conversation even though she had said nothing and was not in the room. She said she came to the doorway of the bedroom and watched me having a conversation with an imaginary person. I (obviously) don't remember that at all, but I do remember a short period of time where I heard my wife saying things that were somewhat out of character, I thought. What she said was personal, but was very surprising to me then and now. I have not yet asked her if she actually said what I remember her saying, but I intend to after I've thought about it some more.
This brings me to another point about T7. I had a hard time reconcilling the events of the night as my wife told it with what my memory tells me. I still don't think I'm completely there, but I think about it fairly often to try to integrate it all. This was nothing like 2C-T-2 to me. 2C-T-2 was much more serene, much less dissociative, much more introspective, and more fun for me. I think that with the T7, I may have been having full blown visual and aural hallucinations. The evidence for that is the conversation with an imaginary person event as described by my wife. During a temporally disjointed (in my memory anyway) conversation with my wife, I was in almost a dance club environment. While there were no people there, there were colored lights, fog and I felt the general "feel" of a club. For whatever reason, this didn't seem abnormal to me at the time, and I couldn't really appreciate it. I need to go back and re-read a bunch of trip reports and see how common this type of thing is with 2C-T-7.
The bottom line is that this was the strangest trip I have ever had. The strength and character of the substance was something, I don't think I was fully prepared for. I'm not sure whether I was very sensitive to it and need to lower the dose for a more enjoyable time, or if it really is that freaking weird an experience. I need to try it again at that dose to see if I can better prepare myself and have a better time, but I'm open to feedback from other people who have tried it. This is not something I would like to do on a weekly basis or even on a monthly basis. I think maybe once a year is about my threshold for this kind of experience.
I forgot to add one thing that I do remember. There was a point where I sat down in front of my computer to check out my vision and motor skills. Vision was doubled, tripled, maybe quadrupled and quite blurry. But while I was sitting there, I got a strong feeling that what I was doing was scripted. I probably sat there for 5 mins waiting to see what would happen next before I realized that there was no script and no expected events or behavior. My paranoia escalated at that point (again) and I got worried about "them" finding out. Fortunately, I seemed to have the attention span of a 2 year old, so I don't remember those feelings persisting for very long.
I think (but can't be sure....again, memory is really bad regarding events and their chronology) it was about that time that the mild paranoia began to hit me. I felt like I was imminently close to being arrested or "discovered" or something. I apparently followed my wife around the house bugging her about this. I remember asking "am I just out of my mind?" and her being somewhat agitated at me for asking. I discovered the next morning that I had asked that question seemingly dozens of times and my wife had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. Then I asked her "do you think they'll find out?" to which my wife almost yelling at me said "WHO WILL FIND OUT WHAT?". I apparently persisted asking these questions until I remember asking her again if she thought I was crazy, to which she responded something to the effect of "the more you ask that the closer I get to saying it....yes....you're fucking crazy".
My wife rarely takes a strong interest in what I am dosing on until I give her the full report. She either likes the report and tries it or doesn't and forgets all about it. However, my erratic behavior made her jump on the computer and ask me what I took and how much. I told her (I only vaguely remember telling her) whereupon she started reading trip reports on erowid to get a better idea of what the hell I was doing. Most of the night feels very dream-like and sometimes almost surreal to me, so I don't know how long she sat there reading. It only seemed like a few seconds; maybe a minute or two. Anyway, the stuff my wife likes are sensual and empthogenic substances. For some reason, I guess I began to feel like I was not under the influence of a strong psychedelic, but rather a strongly sensual sexy-type drug. This wasn't really the case, and I have no explanation for why I thought that way. When my wife asked me some question about it with the connotation that this one was not a good one for either of us, I almost felt like I could "show" her or tell her how sensual and awesome this was (?). I remember saying "I'm going to flip this 180 degrees in 5 seconds....give me 5 seconds and I'm going to turn this completely around". That apparently became my catch phrase for the next hour. Although I don't remember saying it more than once, my wife said I annoyed the hell out of her saying it over and over. She told me the next morning she was pissed because I kept saying I was going to turn everything around and then I never said or did anything, just went back into my jabbery trance state.
She also told me the next morning that at one point I was talking in the bedroom and looking out the window. She was listening and said it sounded like I was talking to her, having a full conversation even though she had said nothing and was not in the room. She said she came to the doorway of the bedroom and watched me having a conversation with an imaginary person. I (obviously) don't remember that at all, but I do remember a short period of time where I heard my wife saying things that were somewhat out of character, I thought. What she said was personal, but was very surprising to me then and now. I have not yet asked her if she actually said what I remember her saying, but I intend to after I've thought about it some more.
This brings me to another point about T7. I had a hard time reconcilling the events of the night as my wife told it with what my memory tells me. I still don't think I'm completely there, but I think about it fairly often to try to integrate it all. This was nothing like 2C-T-2 to me. 2C-T-2 was much more serene, much less dissociative, much more introspective, and more fun for me. I think that with the T7, I may have been having full blown visual and aural hallucinations. The evidence for that is the conversation with an imaginary person event as described by my wife. During a temporally disjointed (in my memory anyway) conversation with my wife, I was in almost a dance club environment. While there were no people there, there were colored lights, fog and I felt the general "feel" of a club. For whatever reason, this didn't seem abnormal to me at the time, and I couldn't really appreciate it. I need to go back and re-read a bunch of trip reports and see how common this type of thing is with 2C-T-7.
The bottom line is that this was the strangest trip I have ever had. The strength and character of the substance was something, I don't think I was fully prepared for. I'm not sure whether I was very sensitive to it and need to lower the dose for a more enjoyable time, or if it really is that freaking weird an experience. I need to try it again at that dose to see if I can better prepare myself and have a better time, but I'm open to feedback from other people who have tried it. This is not something I would like to do on a weekly basis or even on a monthly basis. I think maybe once a year is about my threshold for this kind of experience.
I forgot to add one thing that I do remember. There was a point where I sat down in front of my computer to check out my vision and motor skills. Vision was doubled, tripled, maybe quadrupled and quite blurry. But while I was sitting there, I got a strong feeling that what I was doing was scripted. I probably sat there for 5 mins waiting to see what would happen next before I realized that there was no script and no expected events or behavior. My paranoia escalated at that point (again) and I got worried about "them" finding out. Fortunately, I seemed to have the attention span of a 2 year old, so I don't remember those feelings persisting for very long.
