Age: 26
Weight:
130 lbs
Dosage:
600 mg intranasal
Setting:
My house
Preface:
So of course I was super excited when I first
saw this compound on the market. This was the first brominated
arylcyclohexylamine to hit the market, and its activity would help us answer
some questions about the role of different halogens on the activity of ACH’s.
We start at the top of the periodic table, with 2F-DCK bearing a fluorine, then
Ketamine bearing a chlorine, and now 2B-DCK bearing a bromine. This clear
progression down the halogen column will let us see a clear correlation between
the choice of halogen and the activity of the resulting compound!
Seeing as 2F-DCK is slightly more potent than
ketamine, my initial inference is that 2B-DCK would in turn be less potent than
ketamine. This unfortunately proved to be the case- 2B-DCK is significantly less
potent than ketamine with a shorter duration, all suggesting a lower affinity
for the NMDA receptor. Perhaps that big bulky bromine just starts to get in the
way of binding to the NMDA channel. It could then be inferred that this pattern
holds true for other Arylcyclohexylamines, at both the 2- and 3- positions.
So the conclusion that can be drawn from
this- there is a drop in activity as you substitute ACH’s with halogens,
directly correlating with the bulk of that halogen, which naturally increases as
you move down the periodic table. Thus the highest activity is in Fluorine
compounds, followed by Chlorine, Bromine, then, presumably, Iodine. The only
other reference point for this is with the PCP series, where we have 3F-PCP,
3-Cl-PCP, and one alleged report of 3-Br-PCP. 3F-PCP is significantly less
potent than base PCP, and more potent than 3-Cl-PCP. 3-Br-PCP is purported to
be inactive (though I dispute this claim and I think it warrants further
investigation- sure 3-Br-PCP probably quite impotent and not very exciting but
I would be very surprised if it were entirely inactive). Interestingly, in
terms of developing compounds, chlorinated compounds seem to strike a perfect
balance between dropping activity and interesting, unique effects. Ketamine is
of course well renowned and well-loved worldwide and 3-Cl-PCP is one of the
most fascinating dissociatives I have encountered- both are pretty impotent but
the effects are interesting enough to warrant exploration. Advancing the next
step down to the bromine however likely has diminishing returns.
What can I say about 2B-DCK specifically? Not
much honesty. It is more painful to snort than 2F-DCK or Ketamine. Snorting 600
mg of it is just an awful experience. Rectal or intramuscular administration is
probably best for this. It has a very rapid onset and a very short duration,
with a peak lasting for only about half an hour and overall effects dissipating
entirely in a little over 2 hours. The experience is fairly nondescript and
empty, it is not particularly visual or exploratory or novel, it is an empty
neutral dissociation with a bit of warmth and a hint of psychedelia on the tail
end. This may be nice for people who prefer lower doses of ketamine, but as
someone who always likes to shoot for the dissociative hole at high doses, this
just doesn’t do it for me. I am doubtful I will revisit this compound much
after this.
T0:00- Crystalline sample is crushed into a
fine powder and cut into a big pile. I begin cutting off lines and snorting it
while I am playing Chivalry: Medieval Warfare and watching The Simpsons,
alternating large excruciating sweeps with smaller bumps. It is incredibly
unpleasant to snort, it stings a good bit more than other ketamine analogues
I’ve tried and tastes pretty dreadful. Overall, it took me about 20 minutes to
take it all down. Maybe I’m a wimp, I would prefer not to do this anymore
though.
T0:15- Still working down the pile. This is
the onset of effects- a soft dizziness, numbness in my fingers, a sensation of
my body becoming floppy and heavy and difficult to control. The game is making
less and less sense to me and my fine motor coordination is becoming
increasingly stunted, making play quite difficult. The Simpsons is becoming an
annoying stimulus, hard to pay attention to, but thankfully the episode is
ending.
T0:20- Finished snorting the pile. My nose
doesn’t feel too good; I wash it with a saline rinse. I feel like I have
rapidly dropped into a hole, that it slinked up and ambushed me before I could
even discern what was happening. It tugs at me, I am moving so slowly, it is
like a dream where I get in a fight but all my movements are gelatinous and
inhibited as though I am under water. I close out of the game and climb up onto
the couch and flop down, content not to move at all.
There is a rush in how sudden this is, but at
the same time, it is something warm, smooth, and gentle, like I have dropped
into a hot tub, sleek and streamlined, leaving no splash in my wake. I would
generally characterize Ketamine and 2F-DCK as being “cold”, lacking an internal
energy. This is a warm sensation though, burning quietly like a glowing ember,
passing the soft warmth of the lapping of a tropical sea through my limbs and
into my extremities, turning them into a body-temperature jelly. The light and
energy is quiet, it is like I am sitting on a throne of low flames, their
energy imparting haloes of a golden-orange glow around me, this is nothing
electric or stimulating, just simply warm.
The world feels blurry, wavy and
disconnected, a function of warbling heat waves more so than the actual air
carrying the light to my eyes. There is a sudden sense of this world I’m in
being fake and virtual, and there is a lax resignation in the drug to just not
even care about that fact at all or give it any regard. I am content to just
lie here and space out and exist in this fast and novel sensation of being numb
and gooey, the sense of motion when I am sitting very still, like my essence is
lazily spinning down a vast drain. It is hard to read or write, my notes are
near-incomprehensible with typos and gibberish, the letters on my screen border
on being empty meaningless symbols that my brain has disconnected with any
literacy I have ever learned. Visuals begin to appear, they are cubic and
quadrilateral, patterned squares, bordered by patterns, reminiscent of the
Thwomp of the Mario franchise or the Portal’s Weighted Companion Cube, cast in
a translucent violet and blue.
T0:29- I am so dissed, I feel like a circle,
my teeth are numb and I sense that I am on the verge of just drooling on
myself. It feels silly to be in such a state- and yet, I can be aware of how
silly it feels. Despite the intense physical sensation, my mind feels fairly
lucid, I can make perfect sense of how off-base I am. I decide to lie down and
put in my headphones and listen to music in the dark: Oneohtrix Point Never’s ‘R
Plus Seven’.
T0:37- I get bored after a little under ten
minutes in that I can start to feel my body again and in that I already feel
like I am coming down from the experience. It is hard to focus on the intensity
of a dissociative experience when I can still feel my body. Perhaps I should
have attempted this part of the experience 15 minutes ago.
What I can discern of the hole is a grimy
noir, dark and rain soaked and lit by neon and streetlights, in constant and
steady motion. Wet pavement reflecting the ambient buzz of colored lights
cutting through the gloom, red and orange and pink. It is a hollow space that
echoes with drips and drops like a great yawning cavern, it is graced by a warm
wind and dizzying foggy sky. I traverse it in a steady line like I am riding a
train or a streetcar. The world ambles by at a constant pace, never stopping or
jerking or twisting or turning or changing directions, just stillness in motion,
slow, smooth motion.
The closed eyed visual space is vague and
none too intricate. Light dancing on basic geometric forms, the same squares
and cubes that vaguely presented with my eyes open as well. There are no
intricate patterns, nothing more complex than right angles and blocks of color,
stacked and arranged in regular grids. It’s not particularly engaging or
interesting. My mind is too lucid, I cannot lose myself in the whimsy and
wonder of this experience, all I can think about is how I can still move my
body freely if I want to, freely enter and control it, that same physical body
connected to the same physical world where all my physical world obligations
and worries lied, none of that wondrous liberatory dissociation I am always in
such ravenous pursuit of. Maybe I would find that at a higher dose, but I have
no interest in taking any more, in snorting that much more powder just for the
off-chance of turning a dull experience into something revelatory. I wonder if
there is anything revelatory to be found here at all. I feel bounded, trapped
within the very real and visible limits of this drug, none of the bottomless
potential energy that some dissociatives can present. I unplug my headphones
and just sit in the dark in silence. There is some warbling and phasing of
ambient noises, but it is slight and easy to ignore. All I can do is just sit
here, space out, resign myself to blankness and emptiness as the closest I can
get to some dissociative escapism. The faint visuals are cast on the walls,
aimlessly and quietly drifting down like cascades of water.
Despite the lucidity and being aware of my
body, I am still quite incapacitated and uncoordinated. Getting up, walking
around, moving, are all exceptionally difficult. My limbs aren’t going where I
want them too, my sense of proprioception is completely out of whack. There is
some dissociative heft to this compound, even if it is only at high doses.
T0:43- I break into fits of sneezing, I find
that I am rapidly regaining control of my motor functions. Perhaps the shock of
sneezing so much has really thrust me back into my body. I am still appreciably
fuzzy and floppy, but the experience is well beyond the peak now. I am a leaf,
slowly drifting and flitting to the ground. There are new visuals on my
ceiling, presenting with the same reserved clarity that the visuals were
before, ripples and streamers, in fluid and graceful segmented motion like
swimming Polychaetes. While the visual aspect has remained the same, the
physical dissociation decreases substantially with each passing moment.
T1:04- Feeling more and more grounded, edging
closer to sobriety. My motor control has mostly returned, the only physical sensation
that remains is a lingering sense of lightheadedness and numbness in my
extremities.
T1:17- Dizzy and mostly down, there is a
little bit of stimulation remaining now that most of the dissociative remnants
have blown away in the wind, presenting in a curiosity and a desire to go about
reading things. Little bits and pieces of information I read on social media
become sticking points for internet holes, reading Wikipedia pages and news
articles.
T1:40- There is a nice afterglow here. All
sense of dissociation is purely cognitive at this point. I would describe the
headspace as bordering on psychedelic, more so than ketamine or 2F-DCK, it is
that sense of free flow and association between thoughts, of increased desire
to read and take in information, of moments sticking in my memory more. There
is a bit of euphoria to this.
T2:30- Fully back to baseline.
Conclusion: This drug is in theory pretty
interesting, but in practice it presented some fairly boring trials that I feel
would’ve been better spent on some other dissociative. It is not particularly
fascinating or exciting, but it definitely is a dissociative with a good bit of
heft, for the time it lasts. Consuming it is a pain, I am content to never have
to snort that amount of powder again. I wonder if my nasal cavities became
saturated after a point, putting an upper limit on how much of this drug I can
take. Perhaps I should use both nostrils. I may at the very least try it orally
at some point in the future- 2F-DCK has good oral bioavailability. If there is
a clear correlation in effects with heavier halogens though, I am doubtful
2B-DCK will have any oral bioavailability, considering how little ketamine has.
Rectal administration is probably more worthwhile than intranasal too.
