2C-B (Oral)

(This one has been published by Erowid!!!!)

Age: 21

Weight: 125 lbs

Dosage: 30 mg oral

Setting: My friend’s pool

Preface: I could never have imagined a more perfect setting would present itself. My friend was back at his parent’s house in the suburbs, a place familiar to me since I was 6 years old, a place of comfort and pleasant memories. They had a large property with a beautiful pool and garden, and it was in a textbook idyllic suburb on an incredible sunny summer day. The sheer inherent contentment and pleasantry and nostalgia of the place was overwhelming even without the help of drugs. Not only would I be in this place of deep emotional resonance, but 4 of my closest and dearest friends would be there with me, all of us achieving alteration in various ways. Our host took LSD, one simply would be smoking a lot of weed, and the other two were taking 2C-B, one of them having this be their first ever psychedelic experience. I was very excited.

I was a bit stoned for the train ride/the walk there and was also on the afterglow of 3-MeO-PCP I had taken the previous night. The walk was filled with manicured trees and flowers and the idle sounds of distant lawnmowers and dogs barking and birdsongs, the soundtrack of the living breathing suburb. I’ve always been a fan of filth and chaos and laziness and mess, and at times the ostentatious cleanliness and order of suburbs has come off as insincere and unnatural to me. Just a pretentious way to feel superior to people who felt superior. Right now though it was pleasure and peace to bask in, just overwhelming surface beauty. Enough about how I feel about suburbs though, it's mostly besides the point and sounds pretentious. Bottom line is everything seems great and I’m hanging out with some of my best friends.

T0:00-I’m the first to arrive. I wait in the old familiar house with him and roll joints while I wait for people to show up. When 3 out of the 4 others are there, I pop my capsule. My friend does likewise, and the host takes his tab of acid.

T0:30-We’re playing in the pool. I begin to feel the onset of the drug, a lightness in my head and a slight nausea. Colors begin to look brighter. I am intermittently playing in the pool and going around the garden collecting insects for my collection. The sun is beating down and bathing everything in resplendent light. We light up some joints.

T0:40-The last person arrives. They biked all the way here quite a bit of a distance, and they are playing music through a portable speaker on their bike which carries a nice atmosphere with them. I give them their 2C-B and they join us in the pool.

T0:45-I begin to peak now. It is like a great gloved hand that was gently massaging me has now embraced me, swallowed me in its prismatic iridescent fingers. I feel like I have been hit with a great wave that carries me into a great vibrating sea. The pool is a spectacular place, with the ripples of the water dancing and swirling and twitching to colorful pieces like stained glass fern fronds. We smoke some more and put on some wonderful music. The feeling of water running over my body is spectacular. I am the first person to begin peaking, the others are still on their comeup, so we are not sharing the same level of wonderment yet. I am very lucid and can easily and clearly make conversation, but I am also awash in a powerful synthetic euphoria with visuals that ripple through the world around me.

T1:20-The others begin to join me on the peak. Everyone is so giggly and jovial, we are telling stories and joking under the brilliant glow of the sun and the sky. The clouds look like the surface off flowing water and the surface of the water is reflecting the resplendent light like the fire of a million glistening diamonds. I find my body under immaculate control that I could not have imagined before. In catching insects, I find my fine motor skills are very much superior, being able to easily pluck insects off of flowers with my forceps before they are able to fly away. This is despite my visual field being interrupted by the strong visuals that cause plants and variegated textures to mirror themselves and flash with green and magenta auras. In swimming, I feel graceful like a fish or dolphin. This one may have just been perception, I probably looked clumsy as hell but I sure felt graceful and elegant. I am so perfectly lucid too. This drug feels not like an experiment or alteration, but an enhancement, it’s travelling down a well-travelled path, it’s a well-practiced routine that I am bathing in the benefits of. It’s pure unbridled joy and revelry and beauty, all chemically enhanced to my very liking and specification. I flip around underwater and close my eyes, feeling weightless in suspended in a wonderful fractal bliss. There are very few closed eye visuals- they mostly present with my eyes open. Wearing goggles, or opening my eyes underwater, I am greeted with the familiar visual patterning of 2C-B, lines, striations, stripes, floral and foliate designs in calming pulsing colors.

T2:20- I was trying to catch a bumblebee with my bare hands and stung myself on its stinger. Bumblebees will rarely consciously sting, rather I mishandled it and pricked my finger on its stinger, probably against its intent. Normally this would be a cause for alarm, but in my state I don’t mind at all, even when my hand swells up substantially. I continue swimming like nothing happened, although there is some itchiness and achiness to it the rest of the night. We are all joking and laughing and giggling so much at this point that it hurts. Who knows if any of this was truly funny or if we simply found giggliness and humor in our altered states? But it was extremely fun regardless and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and having a great trip. The nice suburban neighbors periodically stop in and out of their house doing errands and yardwork etc. We make a concerted effort to assure the odor of burning kush doesn’t creep too close to them. It’s weird to think about them going about their daily lives while next door we’re plunging into the depths of our perception. I don’t mean that in some pretentious superiority complex “suburban sheeple not doing psychedelics” way, it was honestly truly strange to think about, an alien thought to mill about in my mind like a wad of clay.

T3:30-We get out of the pool and hang out on the patio, drying off. In a new dry environment I feel like the trip is sinking in even harder than before. I close my eyes and fall into a trance, there aren’t marked closed eye visuals but the headspace is like sinking into a deep well. I am entirely entranced and consumed by thought that splashes me like treading water at the surface of a choppy sea. The grass of the backyard spreads out before me like an undulating ocean. We turn our attention to the spectacular golden hour hearkened by the sun as it creeps down the sky. The trees are bathed in golden light like gilded snowcaps, a large cluster of spiderwebs in the treetops catching the light at just the right angle and glistening like a tangle of golden chains. The branches and leaves of the trees are mirroring and fractalizing themselves like snowflakes or blossoming fern fronds. I draw and find myself drawing the usual psychedelic fare, this time the theme is sea creatures. I don’t seem to have the sense of aesthetics and composition granted by LSD. The drawing ends up sloppy and ill composed and I never finish it.

T4:00-Our next object of attention is the clouds- they are truly strange looking today. Rows and rows of cirrostratus clouds like ocean waves crawl across the sky, they are beautifully structured in a seemingly very organized manner, resembling great spinal columns or herringbones. In the state that I’m in, they look extremely 3-dimensional, and not nearly as ethereal as a cloud should. It is like twisted ivory and driftwood sits looming above us, the deep blue dusk sky as a backdrop, its vastness and distance so impossible to comprehend that my mind simply perceives it as a near and flat screen. I play the album ‘Since I Left You’ by the Avalanches, which creates such a wonderful beautiful atmosphere (for me at least. Maybe it was selfish for me to put on an entire album that only I knew about…) The heavily layered songs get picked apart in my sinking and pulsing thoughts like a grand jovial jigsaw puzzle. We smoke some weed and order a pizza. The process of ordering it is an absurdly complex ordeal in our state but we manage eventually. I find my appetite is not as compromised as it usually is on psychedelics. After this we return to the water.

T4:40-We sit in silence and gaze at the color of the sky as the sun creeps below the horizon. Just silence was we gaze at the swirling and breathing and blossoming clouds. The sky is unfolding itself before us and its wispy edges slither off into the abyss of the night sky. After a while we get cold, it seems like we all want to get out but are all waiting for one person to suggest it. Eventually one of us does and we all get out and dry off and get changed.

T5:00-The next activity to occupy us is a game of exquisite corpse (party game where each person draws a section of a creature without looking at the others). I notice my drawing is much less psychedelic than it was before- fewer repeating patterns of fractal abstractions. When the game is over I have to catch a train home.

T5:30-Walking to the train station is a blast. Warm comfortable suburbia is a living breathing entity around me, exhaling streams of iridescent color that disperses through my field of vision. I am listening to music and grateful for the fact that no one is around me as I can sing to myself completely tone deaf and off-key with reckless abandon. I arrive at the train station and satisfy myself with staring intently at textured surfaces. The visuals are dying down but still remain enough for me to revel in their presence. Forms like eyes wreathed in feathers bubble up out of the concrete and on the stucco walls. The train ride home is pleasant and it is nice to return to another place of familiarity.

T6:10-Get home. Smoke weed. Play videogames for a while. All the usual comforts, what a pleasant way to come down!

T8:00-Back to baseline. Go to bed. 

2C-I (Intranasal)

Age: 21

Weight: 125 lbs

Dosage: 12 mg Intranasal

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-Dosed Intranasally on an overcast day. A new roommate has moved in and my house is not silent and lonely anymore. The pain isn’t the instant drilling burning of 2C-B. Rather, it’s a slow burn, it just sinks in and smolders inside of my face.

T0:05-The pain has reached a peak now, still not comparable to how acute the pain of 2C-B is. It’s still a pulsing seething pain. It’s a white hot ember landing in my face and slowly burning out, as opposed to a blowtorch being shoved right up my nose. It stings my palate and the drip feels like a sore throat. It is entirely tolerable however (despite the severity of the earlier description…), especially compared to other things I have insufflated. I feel like I am getting lighter.

T0:15-The drip is nauseating, but still tolerable overall. I wash with saline and it relieves the lingering pain, the salty bitterness that drips down my throat is unpleasant but it hearkens the end of the discomfort from this ROA. Overall, snorting this was not nearly as bad as some other drugs, especially other 2Cs.

T0:20-I begin grinding my teeth, and light visual distortions begin to manifest. No part of this feels “intense” in any sense, rather it’s a smooth ride through the swirling world of 2C-I that came on a bit faster/ at a lower dose than if I had taken it orally. The visuals seem harmonious with what I am actually perceiving, and do not impede my vision in any way. I smoke a joint as a the peak crashes over, like I usually do.

T0:30-I am pacing and dancing around my room, this is fantastic. I suddenly notice how filthy it is. I notice how much my body wants to move, how I am a mind with this perfectly controllable and highly responsive body at my disposal, how I can be the puppeteer that leads this body to do my absolute bidding. I notice how filthy my living space is- not just the mess strewn about but the actual filth in the carpet, the fact that I haven’t vacuumed this room for a whole year. This bothers me for the first time ever. What proceeds is a manic cleaning fit, literally refusing to afford myself even a second of rest or immobility. I clean up all the mess and organize all of my things, working up a substantial sweat and winding my frail body in the process. I then get to vacuuming every inch of the room, frantically and frenetically dragging the vacuum around the room and cleaning the filth like my life depended on it. It felt so great to do this, simply the knowledge that I managed to finally motivate myself to make my living conditions acceptable. That I not only saw fit to do so, but actually accomplished the task too. My work done, I threw myself onto my bed and breathed myself a sigh of relief in my nice clean room. I imagine this is what Adderall is like for people, only I had wonderful rainbow visuals dancing in the corners of my vision and pulsing through the entire clean space. This is so simultaneously stimulating and relaxing.

T1:10-Woowee doing stuff felt good, especially in contrast to the mind numbing inactivity that occupies most of my time. I want to do stuff, I want to be productive and feel accomplished. I always make excuses to put off tasks but now feels like the time to disregard any excuse and just get stuff done. I decide to go down to my entomology collection in the making and heavily organize all of it. It’s in total disarray as I am not the most organized person and I also procrastinate with all the boring clerical work regarding its upkeep. I go through every bit of it and write up labels for everything I have left unlabeled. This is a huge step and something I had been putting off for many weeks. I get it done in 20 minutes and sit back, wholly satisfied with my work. Visual distortions are light, in no way impeding this work. Mentally I am focused almost to the point of being in a trance. I decide to go outside and collect more insects.

T1:30-I am in my backyard, trying to catch little bees from flowers with tweezers. While my previous experiences with 2C-I gave me increased coordination and control of my body, it seems to be lacking now. My attempts to capture them are largely fruitless (although I get it eventually!). I am getting swarmed by mosquitos, more than I have experienced even in the tropics. They are making a delicious meal of me. I don’t mind at all however. I rationalize that as an entomologist I should get used to incredibly uncomfortable field conditions, and that this is training for what will inevitably be a career of dealing with legions of mosquitos, sweltering heat, bludgeoning humidity and all sorts of other discomforts. It feels good to suffer like this, when I think it will contribute to some greater whole.

T2:00-I go back inside and take some Benadryl to counteract the fact that I am entirely covered in bites. I talk to my friends online. Conversation is excellent, my thoughts flow so smoothly and precisely, and they are guided by a distinct perceptive and empathogenic edge. I am substantially more eloquent and articulate. With previous experiences with 2C-I, it was like my mind was at last in perfect coordination with my body. And now my mind was in perfect coordination with my words. I could express my thoughts cleanly and without any discrepancy between mouth (er … fingers ….) and brain.

T2:45-I smoke a lot of weed from my gravity bong. This kicks things up super high, I lie on my bed and sink into the most intense visual-hallucinatory state I have ever experienced from 2C-I. Time becomes meaningless as I wander a vast library of absurdity in my mind at a leisurely pace. I lose track of everything becoming engrossed in strange chains of thoughts about strange things, and from there the strange associations that generate new strange thoughts about strange things in strange places. It’s so incredibly surreal but feels so natural. I become aware of how totally dissociated from reality me and these thought processes are, yet it still feels so natural, just a total paradigm shift. My mind has accepted these new conditions with open arms, and denies that any other mode of thought could exist. The CEV’s are incredibly mechanical, not even sharp and synthetic but very literally machine like, at times seeming like biomachines with insect legs and at other times being purely geometric pieces moving in unison with one another to make great intricate machines and fields of circuitry. It is like I am being sucked into my head.

T3:30-I’m mostly coming down now.

T4:30-Mostly only afterglow at this point.

T6:00-Entirely back to baseline.

Conclusion-The 2C family can feel like entirely different drugs depending on how you administer them. The oral ROA is an entirely different experience than insufflated. This is chiefly in the timing- you come up fast and hard, you get faceplanted into the experience from the top of a 12 story building, rather than the slow descent the oral ROA gives you. Not to mention the incredibly pain of snorting them. With 2C-I, the contrast seems to manifest at a deeper level. The intense focus I had felt was entirely unique among all the drugs I have tried. I imagine a good dose of regular stimulants would be like this for most people, but this had the added benefit of psychedelic visuals and the psychedelic headspace. 2C-I has been cemented as a powerful tool of self-augmentation to me, both physically and mentally. It improves all of my functions to various degrees in various ways and will certainly serve me well in the future.

Glaucine

Age: 21

Weight: 125 lbs

Dosage: 200 mg oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-Dosed. My roommate and one of my closest friends moved out today, I feel sad about his leaving because I am very bad at dealing with change. The decision to take this drug was rash and uncalculated. I had a long gap in my medications because I wasn’t able to get an appointment to get my prescription refilled, so I figured I might as well take advantage of the gap and try this substance.

T1:00-Someone had come over to drop off money that they owed me. We hung out for a bit and smoked. I am beginning to feel the glaucine come on now. I feel a bit odd and dissociated, it is like my frame of reference for the world is shrinking. It’s sedating and calming, I feel very still. It has a distinct sinking sensation, not a direct downwards sinking, but like I myself have become a gravity well and my surroundings are sinking into me from every direction. It’s mostly focused on my head. It feels like my heart is racing, and thus my blood is unnervingly twitching its way down my veins. My muscles however feel gummy and still, stoic and statuesque, it’s an odd contrast and physical dissonance. I start to twitch my extremities, not like uncontrollable shaking but like rhythmic muscle contractions. So far visuals have just manifested as a slight colorful aura around things.

T1:05-The restlessness continues to creep more and more into my body, leaking out of my veins and tainting my muscles with ripples and branches. I start to feel very warm, this is so indescribably odd and a strange sense of foreboding is sitting on my heart like a gargoyle, drooling anxiety onto it and throwing it into a tizzy. Visuals begin to present now as rippling and bubbling abstract patterns on textured surfaces. The world begins to contract like a fisheye lens and the borders of my vision become dark. My limbs feel so heavy, but in practice move effortlessly like they are well oiled and pumped full of extra momentum. All movement becomes just sort of flopping and throwing my limbs around. I feel like in theory there is so much I could do physically right now, but I just don’t want to move my floppy limbs in anticipation of their perceived weight.

T1:10-Start yawning uncontrollably. My eyes water a ton when I yawn so this is kind of uncomfortable. I just feel kind of meh. It feels like some sort of damper has been put on my emotions.

T1:20-Things start to spin out. I begin thinking about all my responsibilities, long term, short term, etc. I begin thinking about uncertain futures. I’ve trained myself to normally be able to pull myself out of these thought loops to some degree, but this feels like a runaway train. I begin to just feel a storm of mounting anxiety, the whirling looping maelstrom long since separated from its source. It has now just become an independent positive feedback loop, just a pure cycle of anxiety about nothing anymore, getting stronger with each pass. I feel a bit of mental calm that tells me in stern words that I just shouldn’t care. I start to feel guilty about not caring.

T1:30-This has really become a tainted experience now. All thoughts are focused on the fact that my mind feels “broken” and that I am thinking “broken” thoughts and I need to focus all of my efforts on fixing this. I go outside to try and relax, give myself a change of environment in my comfortable garden. But these broken thoughts have become shards, and the shards have pointed inwards. What was once a wild storm has now become a focused and tempestuous assault on me, my thoughts, my past, my regrets, hopes, dreams, behavior, and my personality. All have become subject to relentless and unwavering scrutiny from the most cynical and critical eye that has risen out of this storm. This crawling and wretched being has hijacked my mind and shows now desire other than to pull the levers to destruction. I try to wrangle it, I try to remind myself that these are just thoughts, that I can think up other thoughts to overcome them, that the world of thought is an infinite stretch of imagination and I can bend the rules to my will to suit me. This helps me out of sticky situations usually when I’m tripping, I can sort of assign the bad thoughts to some sort of “other” and cast them out/isolate them. But now it feels like the very mechanism of generating thought has been tainted and poisoned. I’m stuck on this ride. The visuals are like broad chevron patterns pulsing and throbbing at the edges of my vision, but I’m not really paying attention to them much anymore.

T1:50-This has really spun out. I’ve just been pacing the house, begging for this feeling to let up. It seems like it is a cursed night. My girlfriend sustained an injury and had to go to the hospital to get stitches. I want to be able to support her and be there for her but I am such a mess myself and I am so scared that I will come off as distant or uncaring. I begin to worry about the duration of this drug- what if I am still in this state of mind the next morning when I have to work? Did I just ruin the sweet gig I had finally gotten? My job consists of positively interacting with strangers and talking to them, there was no way I could do that in this state. Would it be gone by then? Am I permanently going to be like this? I want to sleep and make it go away, but I’m scared of lying down alone with my thoughts waiting for sleep to come. Also I wanted to talk to my girlfriend and make sure she was ok throughout the night. I finally told her I was feeling really depressed (and I was when I had started). I was scared to tell her I was on a substance, I felt like it would invalidate my mental state if I had revealed that it was something I had induced very directly through an action of mine. In retrospect, I know she would never think that of me, she is very lovely and understanding and always makes me and my emotions feel valid. I was just a mess. To make matters worse, a wonderful nausea has set in. I feel like I’m going to throw up, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t. I feel poisoned in my body and mind. My entire field of vision is pulsing and throbbing, my entire existence is pulsing and throbbing like a bird trying to flap its broken wings.

T2:30-I have just been pacing the house and flopping around and moping around. Everything is so sad, everything is changing and I don’t want it to. The visuals have mostly died down along with the physical sense of dissociation. The mental effects are still near unbearable though. I decide to shower and try to get myself to sleep. I still feel so sick and nauseous. In the shower I scratch at my mosquito bites on my legs. This begins to fill me with a bubbling and burgeoning sense of calm. The anxiety, the depression, seem to be subdued, at least for a bit. Glaucine is a dopamine receptor antagonist, and I read somewhere that scratching releases dopamine, so perhaps this is what’s causing this sense of relief in the face of this chemical? This is total pseudoscience and blind postulation, I do not know if this is the case at all. But all I know is that I feel slightly okay now.  I decide I am going to fight this with all my might, with everything at my disposal.

T3:00-I am now out of the shower and toweled off and feel okay. I realize a part of my discomfort was that I turned the air conditioning in the house off and forgot to turn it back on. My condition feels stable now. I eat some ginger candies to subdue the nausea. I take all of my vitamins. I then take my medications in a desperate bid to kill this raging storm. I had a few left. My medication is Bupropion (welbutrin), a NDRI, so I figure it will counter the drug to some degree. I don’t know neuroscience of pharmacology too well.

T3:20-I have showered now. I talked with my roommate who I missed very much, a kind and honest discussion that has me feeling a little better. I talk to my girlfriend a bunch and that has me feeling better too. She is incredibly sweet and understanding. I ate a bit and that’s taken the edge off. I took melatonin with my vitamins and I feel sleepier now.

T4:00-I would say I’m mostly down. I just feel utterly jarred. What a terrible experience. I go to sleep now.

Conclusion: This is by far one of the worst drugs I have taken. Has little to no redeeming factors. Absolutely nothing. I had a bad dream last night that I accidentally took this before I had to do something important. It is just manufactured, synthetic depression. I will never take this again. Reports I have read are mostly neutral or negative. If you make the decision to take this, be very prepared for things to not feel right at all. Most other people describe a sense of sedation and calm. A few others seemed to report heavy anxiety and depression. I was seriously worried that it was going to permanently effect my mental state, but thankfully it concluded peacefully. I still regard it as a valuable experience that taught me the range of experiences that drugs can give me. It was certainly interesting. But I would never repeat.