ScroogeMcDuck57
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Believing it to be mdma, I insulfated a 3rd of a half gram bag of 2-CB powder (approximately 166 mg) at my home early one morning several weeks ago. The result was terrifying. In about 30 minutes, I thought that my mind was broken and that I was experiencing every type of crisis at once.
For example, in my mind, a plane crash had happened next to me, I had been arrested by police, and I had hurt someone somehow. I perceived the world was going through some catastrophe as was I, but also not at the same time, and I didn't know which. It was paralyzing me with fear. I think, I stood for most of the experience against the wall seperating my kitchen from the dinning room, nude, with all the lights off, clutching my genitals.
After awhile, I was convinced that I had been this separated from reality for my entire life, and that I would always be experiencing this fear and insanity. Possibly, I had been put in some home or ward a long time ago and was only now realizing it. Everything was a mind fuck. Every time I tried to use a train of thought to stay calm and relax it only led to more panic and anxiety.
One thing that stood out to me was, the occasional appearance of a Jed Clampet type character who would put his face very close to mine and say, "that's a humdinger" and "stuck like a mule in shit". I don't know what that means. I think I may have been staring into a mirror and didn't recognize myself or something.
I later experienced some convoluted social concept of "doing a thing, but not really, but really" all in my head. Sort of like that Little Britain sketch with the school girl who talks incessantly except it was me in every role of life I found distasteful and gross.
My self image at this point was extremely warped and sad. I thought I was being cool and ended up dying in an embarrassing way. I kept smelling glue for some reason as well. I have no glue in my house. I passed out about 8 hours after I took the dose.
I continued having auditory hallucinations for the next couple of days. The worst of which was the following morning when I believed that I heard my boss in my living room waiting for me to come out of my bedroom so he could tell me I was fired. He wasn't of course, and the ensuing nights thinking burglars were lurking outside my window were mere paranoia.
Eventually, I recovered all my faculties and am mentally as well as I ever have been. A subsequent vacation to a tropical island helped a lot. I have used 2-CB in smaller doses before and since with much more pleasant results.
For example, in my mind, a plane crash had happened next to me, I had been arrested by police, and I had hurt someone somehow. I perceived the world was going through some catastrophe as was I, but also not at the same time, and I didn't know which. It was paralyzing me with fear. I think, I stood for most of the experience against the wall seperating my kitchen from the dinning room, nude, with all the lights off, clutching my genitals.
After awhile, I was convinced that I had been this separated from reality for my entire life, and that I would always be experiencing this fear and insanity. Possibly, I had been put in some home or ward a long time ago and was only now realizing it. Everything was a mind fuck. Every time I tried to use a train of thought to stay calm and relax it only led to more panic and anxiety.
One thing that stood out to me was, the occasional appearance of a Jed Clampet type character who would put his face very close to mine and say, "that's a humdinger" and "stuck like a mule in shit". I don't know what that means. I think I may have been staring into a mirror and didn't recognize myself or something.
I later experienced some convoluted social concept of "doing a thing, but not really, but really" all in my head. Sort of like that Little Britain sketch with the school girl who talks incessantly except it was me in every role of life I found distasteful and gross.
My self image at this point was extremely warped and sad. I thought I was being cool and ended up dying in an embarrassing way. I kept smelling glue for some reason as well. I have no glue in my house. I passed out about 8 hours after I took the dose.
I continued having auditory hallucinations for the next couple of days. The worst of which was the following morning when I believed that I heard my boss in my living room waiting for me to come out of my bedroom so he could tell me I was fired. He wasn't of course, and the ensuing nights thinking burglars were lurking outside my window were mere paranoia.
Eventually, I recovered all my faculties and am mentally as well as I ever have been. A subsequent vacation to a tropical island helped a lot. I have used 2-CB in smaller doses before and since with much more pleasant results.
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