DOSE: T+ 0:00	230 mg	oral	2C-B	(capsule)
T+ 6:00		oral	Cannabis
T+ 6:00		oral	Benzodiazepines

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

I Accidentally Took 230mg of 2C-B

Basically, I was in a rush (poor excuse). I was planning on introducing it to a friend's girlfriend because she's never taken a psychedelic and expressed interest. I decided to test it out again before I fully endorsed it over shrooms and weighed out what was left in my bag with the intention of scooping powder into a gelcap and subtracting what the scale read. Well, I gave the readout a quick glance (while 'multitasking' aka watching TV) and thought, 'Oh, I only have 23mg which is the dose I was going to try anyway. Damn, I thought I had enough to share. Oh well I was planning on tripping a little tonight any way...' and Down the hatch it went! I didn't realize I'd gel-capped up 230mg of 2C-B and threw it back like it was nothing until literally moments before it kicked in

o_0

Okay, so I took ten times the intended dose. I realized this with just enough time to think;

1. 'Oh NO! that's a LOT, will I need medical attention? Doesn't it have a great safety profile?
2. 'Should I try to go throw up... no It's been too long for that... has it? Should I go to the bathroom anyway?'
3. 'There are people in the house (roommates) and if I feel like I need help I will simply yell 'HELP' until someone comes.'
4. 'I should really turn on some music so that I have something to attach the coming chaotic experience to and help guide me in a good direction.'

This was basically the thought loop that occupied the next two music-less hours of delirium. My mind leaped wildly from quandary to quandary resulting in a persistent feeling there was something really important that I was supposed to be doing but couldn't quit put my finger on it. It seemed as if I would come across one of the 4 questions organically each time and find myself on another moments later.

When I would attempt to act on one of these thoughts, acting on it became astoundingly difficult. Unlocking my iPhone was the most alien and futile concept possible at that moment in time. Even though I KNEW the answer to question #4 was IN THERE somewhere/somehow! Thinking of trying to use my computer to play tunes was laughable! All the while my visual field is saturating exponentially with a variety of classic and unique psychedelic phenomena. The keys on the keyboard were undulating seemingly INCHES off the board. Letters on the screen darted around in circles like insects and EVERY object in the room waved so wildly and with so many echoes of itself that navigating the physical space was quickly becoming an impossibility. Colors have never looked so beautiful and somewhat cartoony (one of the effects that has persisted). When my mind turned to question #1 I would endeavor to trek to the bathroom which my room shares a wall with (about two feet door to door). My visual field was so saturated by seemingly ENDLESS echoes of colorful orbs and wobbling furniture that I had to rely on my memory of what my rooms layout truly was. I reached out for my open door for something physical to orient myself (thought process is surprisingly clear although by no means perfectly clear). I had to close my eyes to accomplish this as I kept reaching for the wrong hallucination of the door. I then sat down and followed the feeling of the door to the door frame. I had to follow this along the baseboard (two feet away) on my hands and knees to arrive at my destination.

Once inside and the light turned on it became apparent that this trip was still accelerating in effects and was just getting started. I was not able to figure out if I'd made the journey to the bathroom to relieve myself or induce vomiting. While pondering this and whether or not I had drawn unwanted attention to myself, I would inevitably think my way back to one of the other questions and wander back into my room (a herculean feat each time) to continue to worry... This cycle of loops happened (including the trips to the bathroom) at least three times over a 2 hour period.

This devolved to a point where I was lying in the fetal position (this was inevitable, I suppose) on my bed, eyes closed, zipping in and out of what seemed like other peoples lives. It's important to note that all this while, even though it was a bit alarming spelunking THIS FAR down the rabbit hole so unexpectedly, I was swelling with a sort of tranquility that I have never felt on any other substance... so it was all good, lol.

At about the 2 hour mark the thought loops faded gently and gave way to a blissful tranquility so unique yet so similar to aspects of MDMA. More steady and not overwhelming but beautifully serene. It was at this point that I finally figured out how to get music playing and settled back for what was turning into an extremely pleasant vibe.

All the classic psychedelic phenomena are going strong at this point.

Rainbow colored ribbons of floating light wafted towards me from a tapestry hanging on the wall. This had another uniquely 2C-B quality to it as well. As if the colors (whether red, blue, whatever) had sparkling rainbow hues surrounding them individually. My thought process also cleared up remarkably by this point. Additionally, when I went to move my hand (as if lethargically swatting at a fly buzzing around your face) towards these ribbons, as they appeared as if they were getting close enough to maybe touch my face, they moved with my hand (!) effectively 'floating' them off in a different direction as if they were in zero gravity or something, lol. Realizing I could manipulate these hallucinations was novel and I played around here for a bit.

It was at this point that I decided to smoke some weed. This, of course kicked thing up a few levels! The empty space between me and the wall across the room with the tapestry became saturated with what looked like an underwater (floating in invisible currents) fishing net made out of a colorful (think Alex Grey 'Net of Being' colors) psychedelic language (?!). I looked down at my hand at this time and my hands and fingers where instantly 'tattooed' with small black symbols (language?) all looking like variations of the symbol for Pi or a less intricate version of Kanji.

These effects proceeded to gradually reduce until something approaching baseline(ish) around the 5-6 hour mark. I took a benzo and slept like a baby.

No hangover or negative effects whatsoever.

The next day I have never felt so damned good in my life. everything was brighter (colors!) and I definitely had some shifting still going on. By all accounts it was an awesome afterglow, which I have never had. Not even on MDMA. When I smoke weed now the 2C-B feeling and some of the effects come back mildly and I LOVE it 8D.

That's the gist of it. This was Saturday evening and it is now Thursday and these after effects are definitely subsiding but still present. I cannot tell any negative side effects thus far and am enjoying whats lingering and as they dissipate.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105707
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 31
Published: Jun 18, 2021	Views: 2,364
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