DOSE: 25 mg of extremely pure capsulated lab grade 2cb powder taken orally. This is listed as a strong dose on Erowid. What follows is a tale of a fairly normal 2cb trip for a first timer who then became overwhelmed when marijuana was added to the equation.
This was my first time taking any kind of synthetic RC, unless you count LSD. I had read up plenty on 2cb and knew what to expect. Setting was a rave/show. Lots of people, cool music, drugs, and glowing objects. During the hour and a half I was at the rave, I did not experience any visuals. Come up felt like a good roll. Honestly, this part was quite boring. I talked to a few people who were also on 2cb and further along in their trip. Their input was very positive. Someone kept trying to sell me mushroom chocolates and I kept telling them no because I had just had an extremely deep mushroom experience a few days ago and did not want another one for some time. Nothing else significant occurred at the rave.
It was not until the rave ended that the 2cb began to hit me hard. As I was leaving the rave with my friends, I could feel my emotions opening up. At first I felt a tingle of sadness, then the passive anger that dominates my personality, except more pronounced. I felt an urge to meditate on these emotions in this state of mind. During this time I also found it harder to converse with people.
Then began the drive back with my friends in the back seat. I felt an extreme hunger that often occurs when I am on psychedelics that I tend to ignore while sober. Driving was not difficult. Going to jack in the box, talking to the walrus lady (swear to god she was a walrus) and trying to remember the orders of 3 different people without cracking up, on the other hand, was fairly difficult. About this time visuals were becoming noticeable. Things were changing colors in the drive through. It felt like I was moving while stopped. Objects began to wave. I felt a very happy euphoria.
Fast forward, back to the house. Much needed food is devoured. Visuals are powerful at this point. Everything is moving, morphing and waving. I see vague shapes in my closed eye vision. Waves of euphoria rush over me at times. This continues for a while.
And then I take a fat hit of some good weed out of a one hitter. Being that I don't smoke very often (and with good reason,) my tolerance is low. Since I don't smoke very often, my body was not prepared for the hit and I was quickly reduced into a coughing mess. I tried to joke, while coughing, that the 2cb was causing me to cough more.
After I came out of the coughing fit, I could already feel the maryjane affecting me. It was coming on extremely quickly, a lot like a DMT trip. I was rising higher, and higher, and higher, and I couldn't stop. Whenever I reach these kinds of levels, my thoughts turn inward and become extremely visual. I communicate to myself on a visual field instead of a lyrical one. This allows for extremely intricate and complex thought processes to play themselves out inside of my head in a way which can be comprehended on a more primal, less word based level. I also like to think that I am able to reach far deeper, more analytical understandings in this state.
As soon as I realized I was getting as high as I was, my thoughts turned south. It became very difficult to ground myself. I was sifting through every thought process one by one and subsequently becoming it. I was losing my grip on reality. My pulse began to race and my breathing became heavy. I started to panic, and communicated this to my friends. "Remember, you can always control a trip. It's just a drug," my friend told me. This calmed me down, but the state I was in was simply too much. I was comprehending and seeing far, far too deep, and I simply did not want to go that far at all. Where I was going was deep, dark, and dirty.
At this point I was far gone. I suspect that my ego dissolved and reformed during this time. My friends put on some reggae to help me calm down. I latched onto the music and it became my guiding force, my only light in the tunnel. I then began to see farther into my own soul. I comprehended that there was a lack of love inside of me, and that I would die if I did not accept more love into me. I also comprehended that the state I was in was not one meant for conscious human beings. Countless images flashed through my mind as proof of this. I decided that I could not do this again or I would be torn asunder, although looking back I believe that this particular thought process may have been nothing more than a defense mechanism for my ego.
The reggae did wonders to calm me down. My panic was going away, but I was still incredibly high, way higher than I had ever been. Colorful red dots appeared all over my open eye vision that I haven't gotten since when I first smoked weed my first few times, back when I would get incredibly baked to the point of hallucinating.
My friend began to play videos on youtube. Interestingly enough, he chose a video in which someone who wasn't ready smoked 40x salvia and completely freaked out. Through an extremely complex visual diagram in my mind, I arrived at the conclusion that for every person who completely freaks out and doesn't understand what happened, there is someone who was in fact ready for the experience and completely comprehended it to the best of their ability.
By now I was mostly in control and no longer afraid. I went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief. God damn that was one hell of a ride!
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Good report man! I get that panicky, higherhigherhigher feeling on JUST weed, and not much of it at that, so I totally understand that aspect of your experience. Good job toughing through it!
-------------------- "Its moving of its own accord...and I like that in a shirt!" - Me, tripping. deCypher said: Schizophrenia beats dining alone, you know.
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