2CB - First time -insanity and beyond (Long Read)
Before I had tried 2CB I had only really dabbled with psychedelics such as mushrooms, and ketamine. Mushrooms were the only thing I had any great experience of whilst ketamine I had tried maybe 3-4 times before this, Whilst I had fun I had always found the effects of said drugs to subtle, so I was trying 2CB expecting much the same subtlety. Although I was particularly looking for MDMA like affects, a drug that I have had a fair deal of experience of over the past year or so. All dose were taken orally.
Anyway, some friends and I took the first dose, ~15mg each, at 8pm and I was expecting to feel it with by about 9:30 at the latest from what I had read, not really eaten too much that day anyway. So, foolishly perhaps, I grew slightly impatient waiting to come up so I dropped another 15mg does at about 9:30ish. In this time we had walked down to a bar near where we were.
10 O’clock rolled round and I was noticing some rather unpleasant, but not too sever, stomach cramps which I had gone in expecting, they were more like pulses though just passing through my body and it seemed whenever I got one of these “pulses” everything felt a bit detached from reality. By about 10:30, perhaps even 11:00 I had stopped clock watching by this time and was more concerned about the stomach cramps to tell the truth, we wondered back to where we were staying.
On the walk back my friends and I both commented on how everything was now starting to feel noticeably surreal. We had to walk up a rather steep hill to get back to our place and my friend and I both mentioned how it felt as if we were walking vertically up, as if our feet were glued to the path and a very real sense of walking on a treadmill became apart to all 3 of us who had take the 2CB, at this point it was only myself who had taken a 30mg dose, whilst my other two friends had taken 15mg each.
We finally reached our destination after what had felt like an epic journey, which in reality was about a 10 minute walk and had probably only taken 20-30 minutes at the most. So there we sat inside the conservatory of this house we had rented all 10 of us chatting about what a mad time we were all going to have here –10 of us went and this was our first night and what a night it was about to become- from this point in reality became severally twisted. Music took on a completely different perspective and it felt as if the song, any which happened to play, took me on a journey through some other person’s life. The 3 of us on the 2CB sat around with the others and none of us could keep a straight face, we were constantly giggling –akin to the giggles after smoking pot-
At this point the 3 of us who had taken 2CB had decided we were searching for insanity so each took another 15mg dose –so by this point my 2 friends had taken 30mg and for some unknown reason I was on 45mg- This probably would have been about 1:30 at the latest. Eventually people started drifting off to bed by about 2ish and 2-3 other people decided they’d stay up with the 3 of us who had dosed up just to laugh at the general shit we were chatting, mostly about the music and with random spatters about shapes we could see, and to make sure we didn’t go completely over board and do anything too insane.
Later on into the evening, well morning but who cares, I was convinced I was levitating off the chair I was on. I knew I was sat on it but the cushion underneath me felt as if it was, if you get my meaning, it felt as if there was a field of energy separating myself and the cushion. My other friends just sat there staring at people and commenting how they transformed into other people, most notably the Grinch, from the movie by the same name. To be honest I couldn’t really see it and thought they were just chatting bollocks, although these two friends of mine were convinced of it, and even saw someone turn completely green. It was by this stage that I found I was unable to hold a constant thought in my mind, and topics of conversation would switch as randomly as the music did.
This was the point that you knew however hard you may liked to have tried that you were ‘tripping balls’ there was no subtlety about the trip, it had gotten to the point were you were out of your face, you knew you were, and all my past preconceptions about how this was going to feel were blown out of the water, and it felt bloody marvellous. With everything else going on, we, the 6 –at least I think it was 6- of us who had survived this late –all of us trippers were of course still up- decided it was time to make a bong. The only thing lying about was a full Pepsi bottle so we drank as much as we could, however couldn’t quite finish it, and so decided it would be a waste of Pepsi to just pour it away, and anyway none us could really be bothered to get up and I was convinced I no longer had legs anyway –probably due to the fact I was sitting cross legged- so couldn’t get up even if I had wanted to. So we used the Pepsi as the bong water, and, to be frank, it was a terrible idea. It felt, to me anyway, as if on each toke the many nasty things inside the drink attacked my lungs, but I just sat there toking away and baring it for some reason or another. By the time the bottle had been passed around a few times and a few J’s had gone through it the majority of people decided it was time for bed. This was probably about 4:30-5 O’clock. I was still caked off my face, as were the other two lads who had partaken in a dose of insanity, but decided we might as well head up and continue the party in our room, all 3 of happened to be conveniently sharing a room. This is were everything left the realms of what I have ever perceived from a drug –including I felt acid which we had the fortune of trying later on in the holiday.-
So I was laying there in our room on the sofa, whilst the other two of my friends jumped into bed, where they didn’t stay for long. One of my friends was convinced there was a man staring at him from behind the curtain, slowly pulling it back, and had a face made out of “blackness” what ever that is meant to mean. On a different level to my friend I understood what he meant as I felt I could taste the colour on the tip of my tongue; it was a sort of void, and had no taste –and whilst that makes no sense at all it still makes perfect sense to me- I mentioned this fact to them both, one lying in bed, and the other exploring the other world he had found in the cupboard, and I was asked if I could taste orange, which I was convinced I could.
By this point those of us not in the cupboard, and I really do mean in, were intrigued to what was so special, I being to lazy to investigate stuck to my place on the sofa, whilst my other two friends sat inside the cupboard talking in muffled tones, as they had shut the door on themselves. Until I heard some mention of a goblin being found. God knows what was really going on in there. So whilst all this was happening I was serenely laying on my sofa when I started to notice a crawling over my skin. It felt much like the footsteps of a spider, and whilst I normally wouldn’t kill them, I was having none of it. I kept grabbing at what I was convinced were the offending critters and whilst holding them in my hand could feel them crawl and squirm –we were shrouded in darkness at this point with only the sunlight of the day coming through- I would throw them on the floor, or place them under a towel as I couldn’t bare to see them or even catch a glimpse of them, and stamp on the floor in order to make sure they were dead –as I didn’t like the idea of them either crawling back onto me or them suffering- I recall repeating this for quite sometime. This part of the trip made me completely disconnect with my surroundings, it wasn’t the case of me not caring about those in the cupboard, I just didn’t register them. The only thing that existed at that point in time was me, the towel, the sofa, and my spiders, the poor little buggers.
What happened after this point is anyone’s guess, I would probably make the safe bet that we finally passed out after all of this although who knows.
This was by far my most enjoyable, and undoubtedly most insane, psychedelic experience. I rate it probably among the most enjoyable experiences on drugs, although I will always favour stims and their like, and by far the most insane. Although originally I had gone into the entire experience looking for much more pronounced euphoria I never really found it, although some did comment that I looked happier than they have seen me in a long time.
Sorry it’s a bit of a long read, but I don’t think it would have done either the trip, or the drug, any justice had I tired to condense it down, adn to be honest I also enjoy telling a story. I must note I am surprised at firstly how long it took for any effects to truly noticeable, probably in the region of 2-2:30hrs and the amount of time it lasted for, although this was undoubtedly increased by the later, final 15mg dose all 3 of us took.
Before I had tried 2CB I had only really dabbled with psychedelics such as mushrooms, and ketamine. Mushrooms were the only thing I had any great experience of whilst ketamine I had tried maybe 3-4 times before this, Whilst I had fun I had always found the effects of said drugs to subtle, so I was trying 2CB expecting much the same subtlety. Although I was particularly looking for MDMA like affects, a drug that I have had a fair deal of experience of over the past year or so. All dose were taken orally.
Anyway, some friends and I took the first dose, ~15mg each, at 8pm and I was expecting to feel it with by about 9:30 at the latest from what I had read, not really eaten too much that day anyway. So, foolishly perhaps, I grew slightly impatient waiting to come up so I dropped another 15mg does at about 9:30ish. In this time we had walked down to a bar near where we were.
10 O’clock rolled round and I was noticing some rather unpleasant, but not too sever, stomach cramps which I had gone in expecting, they were more like pulses though just passing through my body and it seemed whenever I got one of these “pulses” everything felt a bit detached from reality. By about 10:30, perhaps even 11:00 I had stopped clock watching by this time and was more concerned about the stomach cramps to tell the truth, we wondered back to where we were staying.
On the walk back my friends and I both commented on how everything was now starting to feel noticeably surreal. We had to walk up a rather steep hill to get back to our place and my friend and I both mentioned how it felt as if we were walking vertically up, as if our feet were glued to the path and a very real sense of walking on a treadmill became apart to all 3 of us who had take the 2CB, at this point it was only myself who had taken a 30mg dose, whilst my other two friends had taken 15mg each.
We finally reached our destination after what had felt like an epic journey, which in reality was about a 10 minute walk and had probably only taken 20-30 minutes at the most. So there we sat inside the conservatory of this house we had rented all 10 of us chatting about what a mad time we were all going to have here –10 of us went and this was our first night and what a night it was about to become- from this point in reality became severally twisted. Music took on a completely different perspective and it felt as if the song, any which happened to play, took me on a journey through some other person’s life. The 3 of us on the 2CB sat around with the others and none of us could keep a straight face, we were constantly giggling –akin to the giggles after smoking pot-
At this point the 3 of us who had taken 2CB had decided we were searching for insanity so each took another 15mg dose –so by this point my 2 friends had taken 30mg and for some unknown reason I was on 45mg- This probably would have been about 1:30 at the latest. Eventually people started drifting off to bed by about 2ish and 2-3 other people decided they’d stay up with the 3 of us who had dosed up just to laugh at the general shit we were chatting, mostly about the music and with random spatters about shapes we could see, and to make sure we didn’t go completely over board and do anything too insane.
Later on into the evening, well morning but who cares, I was convinced I was levitating off the chair I was on. I knew I was sat on it but the cushion underneath me felt as if it was, if you get my meaning, it felt as if there was a field of energy separating myself and the cushion. My other friends just sat there staring at people and commenting how they transformed into other people, most notably the Grinch, from the movie by the same name. To be honest I couldn’t really see it and thought they were just chatting bollocks, although these two friends of mine were convinced of it, and even saw someone turn completely green. It was by this stage that I found I was unable to hold a constant thought in my mind, and topics of conversation would switch as randomly as the music did.
This was the point that you knew however hard you may liked to have tried that you were ‘tripping balls’ there was no subtlety about the trip, it had gotten to the point were you were out of your face, you knew you were, and all my past preconceptions about how this was going to feel were blown out of the water, and it felt bloody marvellous. With everything else going on, we, the 6 –at least I think it was 6- of us who had survived this late –all of us trippers were of course still up- decided it was time to make a bong. The only thing lying about was a full Pepsi bottle so we drank as much as we could, however couldn’t quite finish it, and so decided it would be a waste of Pepsi to just pour it away, and anyway none us could really be bothered to get up and I was convinced I no longer had legs anyway –probably due to the fact I was sitting cross legged- so couldn’t get up even if I had wanted to. So we used the Pepsi as the bong water, and, to be frank, it was a terrible idea. It felt, to me anyway, as if on each toke the many nasty things inside the drink attacked my lungs, but I just sat there toking away and baring it for some reason or another. By the time the bottle had been passed around a few times and a few J’s had gone through it the majority of people decided it was time for bed. This was probably about 4:30-5 O’clock. I was still caked off my face, as were the other two lads who had partaken in a dose of insanity, but decided we might as well head up and continue the party in our room, all 3 of happened to be conveniently sharing a room. This is were everything left the realms of what I have ever perceived from a drug –including I felt acid which we had the fortune of trying later on in the holiday.-
So I was laying there in our room on the sofa, whilst the other two of my friends jumped into bed, where they didn’t stay for long. One of my friends was convinced there was a man staring at him from behind the curtain, slowly pulling it back, and had a face made out of “blackness” what ever that is meant to mean. On a different level to my friend I understood what he meant as I felt I could taste the colour on the tip of my tongue; it was a sort of void, and had no taste –and whilst that makes no sense at all it still makes perfect sense to me- I mentioned this fact to them both, one lying in bed, and the other exploring the other world he had found in the cupboard, and I was asked if I could taste orange, which I was convinced I could.
By this point those of us not in the cupboard, and I really do mean in, were intrigued to what was so special, I being to lazy to investigate stuck to my place on the sofa, whilst my other two friends sat inside the cupboard talking in muffled tones, as they had shut the door on themselves. Until I heard some mention of a goblin being found. God knows what was really going on in there. So whilst all this was happening I was serenely laying on my sofa when I started to notice a crawling over my skin. It felt much like the footsteps of a spider, and whilst I normally wouldn’t kill them, I was having none of it. I kept grabbing at what I was convinced were the offending critters and whilst holding them in my hand could feel them crawl and squirm –we were shrouded in darkness at this point with only the sunlight of the day coming through- I would throw them on the floor, or place them under a towel as I couldn’t bare to see them or even catch a glimpse of them, and stamp on the floor in order to make sure they were dead –as I didn’t like the idea of them either crawling back onto me or them suffering- I recall repeating this for quite sometime. This part of the trip made me completely disconnect with my surroundings, it wasn’t the case of me not caring about those in the cupboard, I just didn’t register them. The only thing that existed at that point in time was me, the towel, the sofa, and my spiders, the poor little buggers.
What happened after this point is anyone’s guess, I would probably make the safe bet that we finally passed out after all of this although who knows.
This was by far my most enjoyable, and undoubtedly most insane, psychedelic experience. I rate it probably among the most enjoyable experiences on drugs, although I will always favour stims and their like, and by far the most insane. Although originally I had gone into the entire experience looking for much more pronounced euphoria I never really found it, although some did comment that I looked happier than they have seen me in a long time.
Sorry it’s a bit of a long read, but I don’t think it would have done either the trip, or the drug, any justice had I tired to condense it down, adn to be honest I also enjoy telling a story. I must note I am surprised at firstly how long it took for any effects to truly noticeable, probably in the region of 2-2:30hrs and the amount of time it lasted for, although this was undoubtedly increased by the later, final 15mg dose all 3 of us took.
