Doctor Love
Bluelighter
Excellent Report!
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2CT7: The Man in the Mirror
- Thread starter Catch-22
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AbraMontague
Bluelighter
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That's a thorough trip report. The only bad thing is that now I want to try it.
Mellabopper
Bluelighter
sorry that i didn't get around to reading it until now, but thats an awesome report. sounds like a good trip, except for the scraping glass sound! lol
Mella
Mella
Daisybabe
Bluelight Crew
Glad to see you are still enjoying it!
otur
Bluelighter
Bump!
justsomeguy
Bluelight Crew
ah, my most intense trips were the ones with Mr. Sartre's Phenomenological Inquiries into the Ontological status of Being and No-being coarsing through my brains....infinite regression of self, spiraling into and onto its SELF......good stuff...
lemon
Bluelighter
great report catch
JustChad
Bluelighter
Great report! Glad to see you gained so much from the experience!
Doctor Love
Bluelighter
Aweseome report! This one's going in the archives.
Doctor Love
Bluelighter
bump y0
Penileo
Bluelighter
That was beautiful! Sounds like that was a night of heaven. Thanks for the story!
Catch-22
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2CT7 – Experienced – Satisfying Introspection
I had been in a quiet, reflective mood and was seeking an opportunity for pure introspection. For the previous week I had been shifting my sleeping habits in order to prepare for a daytime experience. I made notes during the trip by writing in a journal and using a tape recorder to document my thoughts. I am not taking any medications and have no physical/mental problems. With the exception of four other 2CT7 experiences, I have not used any drugs during the past year. A balance sensitive to 0.0 mg was used for weighing out the 2CT7 powder.
4:30 AM (T = -0:35): I wake up feeling refreshed and relaxed.
4:40 AM (T = -0:25): I take a multi-vitamin and 400 mg ibuprofen. I also take two Rolaids tablets and a Pepcid AC in an attempt to prevent nausea.
5:05 AM (T = 0): I ingest capsules containing a total of 25.1 mg 2CT7. I put on Gershwin's An American in Paris and begin cleaning my apartment to pass the time. I have been drinking plenty of fluids for several days but have not eaten any solid food for the past seventeen hours.
5:35 AM (T = 0:30): I feel good and have a rush of energy. Things seem slightly brighter and I have an odd sensation in my stomach.
5:54 AM (T = 0:49): Gershwin gives way to Mozart. I experience some slight tunnel vision as I continue to straighten up my apartment. I had injured my knee the day before and now it begins to ache.
6:00 AM (T = 0:55): I am having some trouble writing in my journal but have not experienced an alert. I am sweating slightly from the exertion of cleaning my apartment. My stomach seems tight and I am slightly thirsty. I open the front door of my apartment so I can hear the birds chirping. I enjoy the cool air blowing into my apartment and feel very peaceful.
I begin to reflect as I sit on the couch in my living room. My mind drifts away and I start envisioning some of the more tranquil and scenic places I have visited. I imagine the sensations of fishing at a lake, skiing in the mountains, hiking through national parks and swimming in the ocean. I remember a few years ago when I experienced a sunrise while on five hits of acid. I try to understand what makes a moment memorable. Why do I remember a few random things so clearly yet I cannot recall some important parts of my life? I look around my apartment and wonder if I will remember this particular moment in the future.
6:45 AM (T = 1:40): I feel tingly and my skin itches. I experience some slight hunger pangs and most of my body feels cold. Mozart gives way to Bach.
As I stand on my front balcony, I begin to reflect on how perspectives can change over time. I turn around to look through the front window of my apartment and it is amazing to examine my living room from an outside perspective. I go inside and sit down on the couch, positioning myself so I can look out the front window. Closing my eyes, I remember some of the perspectives and opinions I held when I was younger. When was the last time I honestly challenged myself? I question whether I have made the most of my opportunities. It seems my life consists of short periods of rapid improvement followed by longer intervals of nonchalant indifference. I suddenly feel the sun on my face and open my eyes. Through the living room window, I see that an airplane has left a stream of smoke across the sky. I experience a sort of convergence realizing that although I had the perfect view, I had not seen the airplane because my eyes had been closed while I was thinking about missed opportunities.
7:21 AM (T = 2:16): The closed eye visuals are intense and I see patterns rolling over each other with oceans of colors. I finally pull out of a deep reverie and feel tingles throughout my arms and chest. I experience some nausea as I stand up and try to walk. I feel extremely tall as I move towards the bathroom. When I look in a mirror, there are little holes in my face and small indentations all over my body. As I put Vivaldi in my CD player, I notice there is an odd taste in my mouth and I am experiencing some jaw clenching. There is some coolness in my extremities as I walk back to the bedroom. I lay down on my bed and notice that the ceiling is completely awash in patterns.
7:55 AM (T = 2:50): I sit up in bed and try to focus on a subtle noise I seem to be hearing. As I stand up, there is some sharp pain in my left knee and I hobble as I leave the bedroom. I remove the batteries from all my wall clocks to silence the tick-tocking. I try to locate the source of the imaginary noise before going to lie down on the couch.
8:32 AM (T = 3:27): My body is tingling and I feel a rush of pure energy. I am very lucid and clearheaded. As I get to my feet, my left knee becomes very cold and the rest of my body becomes very warm. I am in a lot of pain because of my knee, so I lay down on my living room floor and try to get comfortable. The windowpane five feet away begins to rattle because I am shaking so hard.
I start to reflect upon the way I communicate with others. I seem to create an audience for myself and use the pressure of performing as energy to maintain my inertia. I realize this behavior creates problems because my motives are unclear and sometimes the mixed signals are confusing to others. I am frustrated because I am frequently misunderstood when I think I have communicated clearly, yet other times I do a poor job of explaining myself and people seem to understand me completely. I question whether it is important for others to appreciate my intentions and point of view? On one level it is not important for me to establish a true connection with everyone as long as I have my close friends. But I am also bothered by the complications caused when others get the wrong impression of me.
9:09 AM (T = 4:04): I am so disoriented that I can barely change the music but eventually Rossini begins playing. I am shaking as I limp into my bedroom. I would prefer to walk around my apartment but have to sit down on the bed because of my knee. I hear the imaginary noise again, and decide to leave the tape recorder running so I can later determine if the sound was real. The noise was indeed imaginary, but the silence also revealed I only took six deep breathes in 53 seconds. I normally breathe about 20 times a minute when sitting at rest.
9:33 AM (T = 4:28): I stand up and stumble to the bathroom to urinate for the first time. Rossini gives way to Handel. I find a comfortable position on the couch that minimizes the discomfort to my knee.
10:28 AM (T = 5:23): I snap out of a deep almost trance-like state. I can remember very little since sitting down on the couch and am shocked at how much time has passed. I have feelings of déjà vu and feel very disoriented. I stand up and limp into the bathroom. I glance in the mirror and see that I am melting. I walk out onto my balcony and appreciate the beautiful weather before again returning to the couch.
I spend some time thinking about the concept of ideas. What creates more personal satisfaction for me? Is it the actual work I have done bringing certain ideas of mine to reality? Or is it the process of generating many ideas, only a few of which I will ever use? Is an idea compromised as soon as someone tries to express it, or is a person's mind already compromised and a finished project is the only way to purely represent a concept? I realize that I get lots of satisfaction from trying to connect my ideas to completed products. One problem is that bringing so many ideas to reality is a time consuming process. Are some good ideas lost as a consequence? I realize it would be beneficial for me to separate ideas that are plans meant for completion from concepts that are strictly for discussion, and to prioritize ideas according to scope and the practical benefits that will be attained.
11:20 AM (T = 6:15): Visuals are whirling around me as I reheat some leftover pizza in the microwave. I eat three slices and drink a glass of Gatorade before deciding to paint a picture. I have tunnel vision as I focus on an oil painting that I later call Acadiana. I drink plenty of Gatorade and listen to Wu Tang and Ol' Dirty Bastard as I work.
2:06 PM (T = 9:01): I have cleaned all the brushes and put away most of the supplies. My knee is throbbing and I am in a lot of pain. I take a multi-vitamin, 800 mg of ibuprofen and 100 mg of 5-HTP. I sit down at a computer and listen to Radiohead (Kid A and Amnesiac) and The Rolling Stones (Sticky Fingers) as I begin to write a short story. The plot came from an idea I had earlier when I was considering what makes something memorable. The story involves a man who only experiences life vicariously though others. He is tortured by the overwhelming negativity of society until finding a hotel room filled only with happy memories. The man spends the rest of his life alone in that room insulated by all its positive experiences.
5:00 PM (T = 11:55): I have written about 4000 words when the phone rings. I talk to an acquaintance for approximately thirty minutes without revealing my condition to her. I take a shower and my senses are sharply amplified as the water splashes on my body. I start cooking a simple dinner but eventually eat less than half of it. I call a different friend and we have a great conversation for about an hour and a half. I return to the computer and write a short essay before beginning to feel tired. (See the March 27 post in Pursuing Your Dreams.)
I go to bed around 10 PM and fall asleep within five minutes. I have a series of lucid dreams before waking up around 5:45 AM. The next day I feel great except for the soreness in my knee. For the next three days I take up to 2000 mg ibuprofen on a daily basis to cope with the pain. There was a sustained increase in lucid dreaming in the weeks following the trip, but the knee quashed the sense of ambition I usually experience as part of the afterglow.
This trip was a valuable experience and the dosage of 25 mg was appropriate for my goals. Based on my five experiences, I have grown to respect the power of 2CT7 and have achieved some quality introspective experiences. Since my original goals have been accomplished, however, I feel ready to move forward and have no plans to use 2CT7 again in the near future.
My other 2CT7 experiences:
18.2 mg – First Time – The Man in the Mirror
27.4 mg – Second Time – Chemical Carousel
35.8 mg – Third Time – Amazing! T7 on a Golf Course!
29.9 mg – Fourth Time – Telescoping Reality
[ 26 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
I had been in a quiet, reflective mood and was seeking an opportunity for pure introspection. For the previous week I had been shifting my sleeping habits in order to prepare for a daytime experience. I made notes during the trip by writing in a journal and using a tape recorder to document my thoughts. I am not taking any medications and have no physical/mental problems. With the exception of four other 2CT7 experiences, I have not used any drugs during the past year. A balance sensitive to 0.0 mg was used for weighing out the 2CT7 powder.
4:30 AM (T = -0:35): I wake up feeling refreshed and relaxed.
4:40 AM (T = -0:25): I take a multi-vitamin and 400 mg ibuprofen. I also take two Rolaids tablets and a Pepcid AC in an attempt to prevent nausea.
5:05 AM (T = 0): I ingest capsules containing a total of 25.1 mg 2CT7. I put on Gershwin's An American in Paris and begin cleaning my apartment to pass the time. I have been drinking plenty of fluids for several days but have not eaten any solid food for the past seventeen hours.
5:35 AM (T = 0:30): I feel good and have a rush of energy. Things seem slightly brighter and I have an odd sensation in my stomach.
5:54 AM (T = 0:49): Gershwin gives way to Mozart. I experience some slight tunnel vision as I continue to straighten up my apartment. I had injured my knee the day before and now it begins to ache.
6:00 AM (T = 0:55): I am having some trouble writing in my journal but have not experienced an alert. I am sweating slightly from the exertion of cleaning my apartment. My stomach seems tight and I am slightly thirsty. I open the front door of my apartment so I can hear the birds chirping. I enjoy the cool air blowing into my apartment and feel very peaceful.
I begin to reflect as I sit on the couch in my living room. My mind drifts away and I start envisioning some of the more tranquil and scenic places I have visited. I imagine the sensations of fishing at a lake, skiing in the mountains, hiking through national parks and swimming in the ocean. I remember a few years ago when I experienced a sunrise while on five hits of acid. I try to understand what makes a moment memorable. Why do I remember a few random things so clearly yet I cannot recall some important parts of my life? I look around my apartment and wonder if I will remember this particular moment in the future.
6:45 AM (T = 1:40): I feel tingly and my skin itches. I experience some slight hunger pangs and most of my body feels cold. Mozart gives way to Bach.
As I stand on my front balcony, I begin to reflect on how perspectives can change over time. I turn around to look through the front window of my apartment and it is amazing to examine my living room from an outside perspective. I go inside and sit down on the couch, positioning myself so I can look out the front window. Closing my eyes, I remember some of the perspectives and opinions I held when I was younger. When was the last time I honestly challenged myself? I question whether I have made the most of my opportunities. It seems my life consists of short periods of rapid improvement followed by longer intervals of nonchalant indifference. I suddenly feel the sun on my face and open my eyes. Through the living room window, I see that an airplane has left a stream of smoke across the sky. I experience a sort of convergence realizing that although I had the perfect view, I had not seen the airplane because my eyes had been closed while I was thinking about missed opportunities.
7:21 AM (T = 2:16): The closed eye visuals are intense and I see patterns rolling over each other with oceans of colors. I finally pull out of a deep reverie and feel tingles throughout my arms and chest. I experience some nausea as I stand up and try to walk. I feel extremely tall as I move towards the bathroom. When I look in a mirror, there are little holes in my face and small indentations all over my body. As I put Vivaldi in my CD player, I notice there is an odd taste in my mouth and I am experiencing some jaw clenching. There is some coolness in my extremities as I walk back to the bedroom. I lay down on my bed and notice that the ceiling is completely awash in patterns.
7:55 AM (T = 2:50): I sit up in bed and try to focus on a subtle noise I seem to be hearing. As I stand up, there is some sharp pain in my left knee and I hobble as I leave the bedroom. I remove the batteries from all my wall clocks to silence the tick-tocking. I try to locate the source of the imaginary noise before going to lie down on the couch.
8:32 AM (T = 3:27): My body is tingling and I feel a rush of pure energy. I am very lucid and clearheaded. As I get to my feet, my left knee becomes very cold and the rest of my body becomes very warm. I am in a lot of pain because of my knee, so I lay down on my living room floor and try to get comfortable. The windowpane five feet away begins to rattle because I am shaking so hard.
I start to reflect upon the way I communicate with others. I seem to create an audience for myself and use the pressure of performing as energy to maintain my inertia. I realize this behavior creates problems because my motives are unclear and sometimes the mixed signals are confusing to others. I am frustrated because I am frequently misunderstood when I think I have communicated clearly, yet other times I do a poor job of explaining myself and people seem to understand me completely. I question whether it is important for others to appreciate my intentions and point of view? On one level it is not important for me to establish a true connection with everyone as long as I have my close friends. But I am also bothered by the complications caused when others get the wrong impression of me.
9:09 AM (T = 4:04): I am so disoriented that I can barely change the music but eventually Rossini begins playing. I am shaking as I limp into my bedroom. I would prefer to walk around my apartment but have to sit down on the bed because of my knee. I hear the imaginary noise again, and decide to leave the tape recorder running so I can later determine if the sound was real. The noise was indeed imaginary, but the silence also revealed I only took six deep breathes in 53 seconds. I normally breathe about 20 times a minute when sitting at rest.
9:33 AM (T = 4:28): I stand up and stumble to the bathroom to urinate for the first time. Rossini gives way to Handel. I find a comfortable position on the couch that minimizes the discomfort to my knee.
10:28 AM (T = 5:23): I snap out of a deep almost trance-like state. I can remember very little since sitting down on the couch and am shocked at how much time has passed. I have feelings of déjà vu and feel very disoriented. I stand up and limp into the bathroom. I glance in the mirror and see that I am melting. I walk out onto my balcony and appreciate the beautiful weather before again returning to the couch.
I spend some time thinking about the concept of ideas. What creates more personal satisfaction for me? Is it the actual work I have done bringing certain ideas of mine to reality? Or is it the process of generating many ideas, only a few of which I will ever use? Is an idea compromised as soon as someone tries to express it, or is a person's mind already compromised and a finished project is the only way to purely represent a concept? I realize that I get lots of satisfaction from trying to connect my ideas to completed products. One problem is that bringing so many ideas to reality is a time consuming process. Are some good ideas lost as a consequence? I realize it would be beneficial for me to separate ideas that are plans meant for completion from concepts that are strictly for discussion, and to prioritize ideas according to scope and the practical benefits that will be attained.
11:20 AM (T = 6:15): Visuals are whirling around me as I reheat some leftover pizza in the microwave. I eat three slices and drink a glass of Gatorade before deciding to paint a picture. I have tunnel vision as I focus on an oil painting that I later call Acadiana. I drink plenty of Gatorade and listen to Wu Tang and Ol' Dirty Bastard as I work.
2:06 PM (T = 9:01): I have cleaned all the brushes and put away most of the supplies. My knee is throbbing and I am in a lot of pain. I take a multi-vitamin, 800 mg of ibuprofen and 100 mg of 5-HTP. I sit down at a computer and listen to Radiohead (Kid A and Amnesiac) and The Rolling Stones (Sticky Fingers) as I begin to write a short story. The plot came from an idea I had earlier when I was considering what makes something memorable. The story involves a man who only experiences life vicariously though others. He is tortured by the overwhelming negativity of society until finding a hotel room filled only with happy memories. The man spends the rest of his life alone in that room insulated by all its positive experiences.
5:00 PM (T = 11:55): I have written about 4000 words when the phone rings. I talk to an acquaintance for approximately thirty minutes without revealing my condition to her. I take a shower and my senses are sharply amplified as the water splashes on my body. I start cooking a simple dinner but eventually eat less than half of it. I call a different friend and we have a great conversation for about an hour and a half. I return to the computer and write a short essay before beginning to feel tired. (See the March 27 post in Pursuing Your Dreams.)
I go to bed around 10 PM and fall asleep within five minutes. I have a series of lucid dreams before waking up around 5:45 AM. The next day I feel great except for the soreness in my knee. For the next three days I take up to 2000 mg ibuprofen on a daily basis to cope with the pain. There was a sustained increase in lucid dreaming in the weeks following the trip, but the knee quashed the sense of ambition I usually experience as part of the afterglow.
This trip was a valuable experience and the dosage of 25 mg was appropriate for my goals. Based on my five experiences, I have grown to respect the power of 2CT7 and have achieved some quality introspective experiences. Since my original goals have been accomplished, however, I feel ready to move forward and have no plans to use 2CT7 again in the near future.
My other 2CT7 experiences:
18.2 mg – First Time – The Man in the Mirror
27.4 mg – Second Time – Chemical Carousel
35.8 mg – Third Time – Amazing! T7 on a Golf Course!
29.9 mg – Fourth Time – Telescoping Reality
[ 26 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
K9Unit
Bluelighter
Dude. Great report man, very well writen. Makes me so jealous though, Sucks that I missed out on the 2ct7 wave.
Dr Greenthumb
Bluelighter
Yeah, I am glad I caught & before it got blown up and sketchy. I had the opportunity to get it when there still about as much on Erowid about it as in PIHKAL. I have to say, however, that its not something I can see people doing as regularly and recreationally as some of the more mainstream psychedelics. My estimation is that once it is scheduled, and existing stocks of it consumed, it will quickly go the way of 2c-B in most places...