Hope it's OK to post here as I didn't think this deserved it's own trip report. Although I've been using DMT fairly regularly over the past two months, I dipped my toes back into the wonderful world of (longer-lasting) psychedelia last night with ~19mg 2C-B HBr. A relatively mild trip, which was to be expected, mostly spent listening to music and reflecting on how life has been the past few months. No real visuals to speak of aside from some color enhancement and slight shifting and melting, but visuals weren't really what I was after anyway. I really enjoyed listening to Satanic Panic in the Attic by of Montreal, sang through practically the entire album while dancing around my living room.
I won't go into detail, but I explored the erotic side of 2C-B after the peak and found that insanely pleasurable. I'd never really gotten into that much since I'm usually out and about on 2C-B, so it was a nice experience, although it seemed to bring me completely back to baseline. Afterwards, I took a shower, then lied in bed meditating for a half hour or so before deciding to vaporize ~40mg DMT.
I've always had trouble breaking through on DMT using an oil burner since the technique can be a little tough in general for me, let alone when everything is shifting and there's no sense of what I'm holding, but this time I was able to successfully get three puffs in and wow, way more than I was expecting. I'm not sure what kind of synergy there was with the 2C-B, if any, as I felt I'd been down for over an hour, but when I exhaled the third hit, I heard a distinct "pop" and briefly forgot what was happening which was fairly unsettling, but was able to redirect it to a good place by humming and focusing on my breathing.
Words always fail to do these sorts of experiences justice, but from what I remember it was like I was watching my body, mind, consciousness, and whatever else I know to be reality fold into one another while simultaneously exploding outwards. I then went through what felt like a millenia of different lives, all of which were significantly different from my own (at present), yet still somehow familiar and relatable. As I continued to hum and reorient my breathing, it changed to a sort of light tunnel where I saw "classic" DMT visuals, i.e., sacred geometry, alien writing, complex, impossible figures along with this eerie recurring visual I've had in my past few breakthrough trips that would be the closest to what I'd consider an entity. I could go on about this part, but it's more personal and it's too much to write in this report, so I'll leave it at that.
When I opened my eyes, the room was still incredibly warped and distorted and there was an overlay on my body that made me look 100 lbs heavier and about a foot shorter. I was concerned about this for a few seconds as I was still in the DMT headspace, but quickly realized what was happening and started rolling around on the bed intoxicated with laughter. For what started out fairly bewildering, it turned into a pleasant DMT trip and I'm thankful it happened, though I don't know how much of it I retained.
I would say the whole excursion was more recreational than deep or insightful, but sometimes I need to be reminded not to be so brooding and analytical all the time, and this was the perfect way to do so. A most successful journey overall
