Didgital
Bluelight Crew
Dose: 50mg T7 and 20mg T2
Male, 150lb
30's
I kinda hate that I'm always coming in with reports that are way over the top and some are even potentially dangerous.
In this case I was especially stupid with the compound known as 2C-T7. Lots of experience with tons of psychedelics, and this was actually 2nd experience with the T7. Last go had been close to 10 years ago, I had taken 25 mg (i was a little nervous) at a festival. I got minimal effects, maybe the slightest bit of warmness and enactogenic effect. For whatever reason, I didn't touch it again, but I've become quite comftorable with 2C-T2. Anyway to the "trip report".
This probably won't be a great timelined coherent type of trip report because I kind of blacked out to be honest. I really only remember with clarity after a certain point, but I'll lay out what I do remember. Mood was pretty good, I have some pretty big projects in the works and I know I'll be busy for the next few weeks at minimum. So I decided to have a little bit of fun. I broke out the 2C-T7. It was pretty late, and I'd had a couple beers as well but they don't really factor in besides the impulsive judgement.
I weighed out 32mg (again I'm attempting to be cautious). I swallowed the cap, and waited for an hour. I felt absolutely nothing. I was still probably a bit under the influence of alcohol and I can't believe this but I weighed out and took another 18mg for a full dose of 50mg. (I haven't heard of many reports going that high, but I haven't been keeping up, and for whatever reason, I really didn't even look at any TR's or even pihkal. I thought I had a basic idea of what to expect.) Well a whole nother hour goes by, and maybe I'm just getting the slightest increase in sensitivity, but it was so minor, I was quite disappointed. I was mostly sober by the way at this point. I did write "the 2c-t7 is more subtle than I expected, it might be pretty good in bed" on a notebook. pshhh..
Here's where real stupidity came in. Please do not repeat what I did. I decided "ok, the T7 is totally bunk (its totally lab tested by the way)", maybe I should kick this off with a little bit of T2 which I know and love. I weighed out 20mg and swallowed the capsule. Dumb dumb dumb."
This is actually where my TR falls apart. I dunno, probably about 20 minutes in from taking the T2, um reality got really fucking crazy really fucking quick. Everything got extremely uncomftorable for one, very visual (rainbow patterns everything flowing and moving as well as very physical. I believe I ran to the bathroom a few times, while throwing up in my hand. I remember one particular instance I didn't get close to the bathroom. I had a felt a bit warm, so i drank some water and before I knew it it was all over my bedroom carpet floor. I immediately grabbed a towel, soaked it in hot water, and tried to scrub the puke out of my floor. This was about the time I "blacked out". I don't know how long I was in that blackout state, but my first moment of awareness I was at a protest. I was completely gone, out of my body, though I could still feel my body back in my bedroom. I sought to recognize where I was, and I surmised that I was in Iran. I was in a street with thousands of people, most of them chanting. I started to get really into the revolutionary aspect. At one point, police were starting to supress the protest, and I saw police beating women. I was so mad. Everyone was screaming and chanting and things started to get very intense. I tried to intervene, and then kind of out of nowhere, there these beautiful not very friendly Iranian Bird Women? They kind of reminded me of egyptian godesses with wings (ISIS?). Anway they started flying around me in an agressive way flapping their wings at me. They were saying, "You don't understand this struggle, youre making things worse". I kind of sat in the street with my head in my hands with shame while the protest continued. Eventually I came to. I was standing in my semi trashed bedroom again with puke in my hands. During this stage I was semi at the protest and semi in room. I tried to make it to the bathroom, and did, but I was puking all the way. It was a fucking mess in the morning. I made it to the toilet and hugged it for a while. It sucked. I stepped out of bathroom and realized I'd kind of trashed my little lab area as well. It's pretty innocent but I had been preparing for a cebil extraction, and almost all of those materials were scattered on the floor including glassware. Somehow nothing was broken?
I made it back to my bed room semi coherent, laid in bed and threw the covers over me just tripping balls, trying to make sense of what just happend. That didn't really happen quickly. I mostly laid there shaking just trying to be ok. Eventually I could hear my roommate in the laundry room and partly out of the need to be with someone I came out and said whats up. He apparently had no idea I was tripping, but I told him, and he told me that he was happy i was safe. I cannot believe I was able to talk with any articulation but I was totally fine, even though I did not feel that way.
Did I want any food? Yes i was starving. So he cooked me some breakfast, which I absolutely could not eat. I walked into the living room to discover some crazy bioreactor equipment. I sat fondling and just staring at the bioreactors imagining what organisms I could grow in it for i dunno, at least an hour. I started to feel comftorableish and threw on some tunes, which felt great. I started posting snippets of my experience that I could remember on social media, and all sorts of friends from all over the world started to pour in support. Most people had never even heard of T7 or T2, but I was getting a lot of love. Another couple hours pass, I'm still very freaked out but I step out for a cigarette, and I have the first feeling that tells me I'm going to me normal again lol.
I spent the next few hours just totally vibing and realizing that no matter how terrible my experience was, I was going to be better for it. I started to think about things that are pretty important to me including wanting a family. Eventually I came down, but I was still kind of hyper excited about what had happened that I did not even approach sleep for another 12 hours. I would say the entire experience was about 24 hours maybe even more because i wasn't able to access sleep easily and I stopped keeping track of time. Slowly but surely I got more and more tired, even though I was so hyped in both positive and negative ways. I eventually succumbed to the tired and fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt totally fine, in fact I felt great. I went through my next day in a positive space, but by 5pm i was pretty beat. I laid in bed for a few hours before going out to see a friend play his first public music show ever.
While ultimately it was a positive experience, I'm pretty sure I will never touch 2C-T7 again in my life. For one, I didn't realize the come up would be so extended, so I redosed, TWICE. Even with that knowledge of a long come up, I am thoroughly convinced I don't ever need to touch it again. 2C-T2 hell yeah. 2C-T7, i hated, then I kind of enjoyed, but I don't want to risk being in that black/delusional state again. Besides, 50mg is a high dose, and people have died from less. I'm happy to be alive. Not only was that a huge dose of T7, the additional T2 was in retrospect extremely reckless.
Male, 150lb
30's
I kinda hate that I'm always coming in with reports that are way over the top and some are even potentially dangerous.
In this case I was especially stupid with the compound known as 2C-T7. Lots of experience with tons of psychedelics, and this was actually 2nd experience with the T7. Last go had been close to 10 years ago, I had taken 25 mg (i was a little nervous) at a festival. I got minimal effects, maybe the slightest bit of warmness and enactogenic effect. For whatever reason, I didn't touch it again, but I've become quite comftorable with 2C-T2. Anyway to the "trip report".
This probably won't be a great timelined coherent type of trip report because I kind of blacked out to be honest. I really only remember with clarity after a certain point, but I'll lay out what I do remember. Mood was pretty good, I have some pretty big projects in the works and I know I'll be busy for the next few weeks at minimum. So I decided to have a little bit of fun. I broke out the 2C-T7. It was pretty late, and I'd had a couple beers as well but they don't really factor in besides the impulsive judgement.
I weighed out 32mg (again I'm attempting to be cautious). I swallowed the cap, and waited for an hour. I felt absolutely nothing. I was still probably a bit under the influence of alcohol and I can't believe this but I weighed out and took another 18mg for a full dose of 50mg. (I haven't heard of many reports going that high, but I haven't been keeping up, and for whatever reason, I really didn't even look at any TR's or even pihkal. I thought I had a basic idea of what to expect.) Well a whole nother hour goes by, and maybe I'm just getting the slightest increase in sensitivity, but it was so minor, I was quite disappointed. I was mostly sober by the way at this point. I did write "the 2c-t7 is more subtle than I expected, it might be pretty good in bed" on a notebook. pshhh..
Here's where real stupidity came in. Please do not repeat what I did. I decided "ok, the T7 is totally bunk (its totally lab tested by the way)", maybe I should kick this off with a little bit of T2 which I know and love. I weighed out 20mg and swallowed the capsule. Dumb dumb dumb."
This is actually where my TR falls apart. I dunno, probably about 20 minutes in from taking the T2, um reality got really fucking crazy really fucking quick. Everything got extremely uncomftorable for one, very visual (rainbow patterns everything flowing and moving as well as very physical. I believe I ran to the bathroom a few times, while throwing up in my hand. I remember one particular instance I didn't get close to the bathroom. I had a felt a bit warm, so i drank some water and before I knew it it was all over my bedroom carpet floor. I immediately grabbed a towel, soaked it in hot water, and tried to scrub the puke out of my floor. This was about the time I "blacked out". I don't know how long I was in that blackout state, but my first moment of awareness I was at a protest. I was completely gone, out of my body, though I could still feel my body back in my bedroom. I sought to recognize where I was, and I surmised that I was in Iran. I was in a street with thousands of people, most of them chanting. I started to get really into the revolutionary aspect. At one point, police were starting to supress the protest, and I saw police beating women. I was so mad. Everyone was screaming and chanting and things started to get very intense. I tried to intervene, and then kind of out of nowhere, there these beautiful not very friendly Iranian Bird Women? They kind of reminded me of egyptian godesses with wings (ISIS?). Anway they started flying around me in an agressive way flapping their wings at me. They were saying, "You don't understand this struggle, youre making things worse". I kind of sat in the street with my head in my hands with shame while the protest continued. Eventually I came to. I was standing in my semi trashed bedroom again with puke in my hands. During this stage I was semi at the protest and semi in room. I tried to make it to the bathroom, and did, but I was puking all the way. It was a fucking mess in the morning. I made it to the toilet and hugged it for a while. It sucked. I stepped out of bathroom and realized I'd kind of trashed my little lab area as well. It's pretty innocent but I had been preparing for a cebil extraction, and almost all of those materials were scattered on the floor including glassware. Somehow nothing was broken?
I made it back to my bed room semi coherent, laid in bed and threw the covers over me just tripping balls, trying to make sense of what just happend. That didn't really happen quickly. I mostly laid there shaking just trying to be ok. Eventually I could hear my roommate in the laundry room and partly out of the need to be with someone I came out and said whats up. He apparently had no idea I was tripping, but I told him, and he told me that he was happy i was safe. I cannot believe I was able to talk with any articulation but I was totally fine, even though I did not feel that way.
Did I want any food? Yes i was starving. So he cooked me some breakfast, which I absolutely could not eat. I walked into the living room to discover some crazy bioreactor equipment. I sat fondling and just staring at the bioreactors imagining what organisms I could grow in it for i dunno, at least an hour. I started to feel comftorableish and threw on some tunes, which felt great. I started posting snippets of my experience that I could remember on social media, and all sorts of friends from all over the world started to pour in support. Most people had never even heard of T7 or T2, but I was getting a lot of love. Another couple hours pass, I'm still very freaked out but I step out for a cigarette, and I have the first feeling that tells me I'm going to me normal again lol.
I spent the next few hours just totally vibing and realizing that no matter how terrible my experience was, I was going to be better for it. I started to think about things that are pretty important to me including wanting a family. Eventually I came down, but I was still kind of hyper excited about what had happened that I did not even approach sleep for another 12 hours. I would say the entire experience was about 24 hours maybe even more because i wasn't able to access sleep easily and I stopped keeping track of time. Slowly but surely I got more and more tired, even though I was so hyped in both positive and negative ways. I eventually succumbed to the tired and fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt totally fine, in fact I felt great. I went through my next day in a positive space, but by 5pm i was pretty beat. I laid in bed for a few hours before going out to see a friend play his first public music show ever.
While ultimately it was a positive experience, I'm pretty sure I will never touch 2C-T7 again in my life. For one, I didn't realize the come up would be so extended, so I redosed, TWICE. Even with that knowledge of a long come up, I am thoroughly convinced I don't ever need to touch it again. 2C-T2 hell yeah. 2C-T7, i hated, then I kind of enjoyed, but I don't want to risk being in that black/delusional state again. Besides, 50mg is a high dose, and people have died from less. I'm happy to be alive. Not only was that a huge dose of T7, the additional T2 was in retrospect extremely reckless.
