DOSE: T+ 0:00	25 mg	oral	2C-B
T+ 4:00	0.5 mg	oral	Etizolam	(pill / tablet)
T+ 0:00		vaporized	Nicotine

BODY WEIGHT:

175 lb

I had rented a cabin in West Virginia as a birthday present to Sam, hoping to relive the wonderful LSD ­tinged cabin trip we had taken in January. I still had two 25mg capsules of 2C­B Hbr that I had weighed out the previous weekend and never eaten, so we decided to take those. My last couple of run­ ins with 2C­B (not counting in combination with MDMA) had ranged from harrowing to tolerably bizarre. I figured this would be a good opportunity to "make peace" with a drug that I had once loved and recently had been relatively frightened of. Rather than taking 30+ (or 20+ snorted) milligrams in a party setting as I had been doing, lowballing the dose in a natural setting seemed a good way to get reacquainted. Sam, meanwhile, had snorted 2C­B once and not really gotten the full effect of the drug beyond strange body feelings, so she was excited to break new ground.

We dramatically overslept on Saturday, waking around 2pm. I guess we needed it, it had been a long couple of weeks at work for both of us. We were planning on cooking Sunday Gravy that evening a meal that usually takes at least 4 hours to prepare, so we ate the 2C­B pretty much right away with some coffee and magnesium supplements and a light breakfast. I began to feel alerts as I showered and got dressed for the hike, and by the time we left the cabin I was feeling pretty floaty and talking a mile a minute. This was the first time that I really saw any similarity between 2C­B and MDMA despite that being a relatively common comparison.

We began the hike by walking through a "rock garden" that surrounded a series of waterfalls. As we climbed the hill the intensity also rose. By the time we had reached the apex I was tripping in earnest and feeling very positive about what was to come. The drug felt very much like mescaline at this point (probably about T+1:00) with a slightly more digital undertone. I remarked that it felt "more intentional". We paused at many spots to admire flowers, moss, and waterfalls. I was very actively acknowledging and acclaimating to a growing stimulation and general body hum. My recent 2C­B experiences have generally felt very bad physically ­ intense claminess, worrying tingles and diminished propioception being common. When I felt these sort of feelings arise I came to terms with them and tried to disperse that energy throughout my body so that it could be channeled into energy for hiking.

We finished our hike through the rock garden and decided to venture further from the cabins in search of new trails. Along the road the intensity began increasing further. I checked the timer we had started and we were about 1.5 hours from drop. Stopping at a bridge, we spent some time overlooking the stream that ran all throughout the area, and I began to notice the first hints of tracing and patterns forming on the water and the wood of the bridge. My hands left little persistent dots in their wake, like beads of flesh colored juice shaking off of a popsicle in outer space. I remarked that the visuals were getting interesting, and again focused on producing calming energy from the increased bodily effects. We reached the camp headquarters and found a nice trail on the map. By this point walking felt very much like flying, and I was getting occasional strong rushes of stimulation that felt like a distinct "sharpness" in the upper­rear part of my head. This was a familiar feeling of 2C­B for me ­ the sensation seemed to undulate and eventually settle into a strange hollow feeling in my teeth as the trip progressed. Again, I consciously adjusted to this sensation.

After smoking some pipe tobacco, we made it to the trail head for the "Salt Lick" trail and paused on a rock to look out over the stream once again. The visuals were becoming very intense. When staring straight ahead the world seemed to slowly churn back and forth, sometimes achieving a dramatic slant. The whole of my visual field was essentially swirling. After a short break we stood up and pressed forward on the trail.

The weather was becoming increasingly pleasant, and after removing some outer layers we hiked in silence for a good half hour or so. Physically everything felt strange. I guess my body was beginning to feel tired, but the only way I really knew this was that my pace appeared to slow and become less elegant. I was lumbering through the woods in a sort of meditative haze, feeling much like a sasquatch. Motion seemed essential to me despite my body's protests, and I felt that the act of hiking and focusing on my motion was keeping me from completely losing my tie to reality. Eventually I felt that I was a sort of unconsciously propelling this chunk of meat through time and space, with no real idea as to why or how I was doing it. We stopped and sat on a log. I told Sam that I loved her, and I looked out upon the trees to find them nearly upside­-down in gyration. The visuals were beautiful if not slightly unnerving.

"Man. I feel like with every step I'm turning over page after page of this trip, and each page is totally different. More intense, less intense, more visual, more physical, less mental, more emotional, etc."

It was true, though until we sat I had not really had the presence of mind to express it. The most interesting characteristic of 2C­B for me seems to be that it is almost entirely uncharacteristic. While the drug is often cited as not being particularly "deep", in my body this does not seem to be the case. It is extremely deep in the variety of sensations it produces. Moment to moment it felt like I was on different drugs entirely. The 2C­B of 5 minutes ago was rarely the 2C­B of now. Sometimes it felt like MDMA, sometimes like mescaline, sometimes like LSD and dare I say sometimes like mushrooms. Most times it felt like none of those, it just felt like a natural separate reality. Sometimes it felt completely unnatural. For a series of steps the trip might be focused on something as broad as the illusory nature of death (I had been reading Walt Whitman the previous night), or on something as specific as how my fingernails felt resting on top of my fingertips.

And so I heaved the meat forward step after step, traveling through invisible portals to entirely separate realities every 3 to 5 minutes. These were each sort of micropeaks, like the wave­like nature of some of the more classic psychedelics but distilled down to a minute -by-­minute undulation. Eventually I found myself in a foreboding zone. We had been climbing uphill for 45 minutes or so at this point, now about 3.5 hours since drop. We found ourselves in more coniferous scenery. It was windy, and butts were moving quickly overhead. I decided to stop, as I felt like my control over my body was very loose at this point and that even though I didn't feel physically tired I probably was. As my heart rate slowed I propped myself against a backpack, and Sam and I stared up at my butts which to me seemed to become more and more menacing and rain­heavy. I'm not sure as to whether or not this was accurate. As the wind blew I began to feel uneasy, and I decided that after hours of carefully averting discomfort and anxiety I would employ a little additional psychopharmacology to hasten a descent. It wasn't so much that I was panicking or feeling overwhelmed, moreso that we were nearing the cabin and although I had enjoyed my traipse through what felt like several different planets, I was ready to go home.

At about T+4:00 I arose and chewed 0.5mg of etizolam ­ a very mild dose but just enough to tell my body "ok, time to start easing out". It worked as expected, and slowed the mental side of the trip to a crawl while the visual and physical carried on as if nothing had happened. It also made walking very hard, as it was already somewhat of a struggle. When we arrived at the cabin we disrobed and I remarked "wow, pants". The textures on everything were vivid and angular, a familiar effect.

We climbed into bed and I spent about a half hour staring at the ceiling with some breeze coming in from the window. The light reflecting off the slats in the ceiling seemed to form irridescent snakes, and I contorted my body into various positions that felt fleetingly comfortable. Knots in the ceiling's wood skittered around on random paths like mice. Sam was beautiful. Her eyes were captivating despite being mostly pupils, and her skin seemed to be full of reds, blues, greens and yellows. I felt for some time that we were at the beach, as I could hear the stream babbling through the window and the breeze felt fresh and hydrating. At times the cabin appeared relatively normal, and at other times it seemed to be bending back and forth like a diving board.

I was eager to start cooking but I was still very much under the influence of the drug. This filled me with a mildly anxious energy that I felt should be expended. I began to touch Sam's skin and explore the visuals that this produced. She was so incredibly colorful. Rather unexpectedly things became sexual. I surprised even myself as I took off her underwear, it was like some sort of magnetism outside of my control. The sex was otherworldly. Our bodies warped and shone bright in the visual field corresponding with the emotions that were being transmitted. I won't go into too much detail as I feel I did enough of that with my last cabin­ sex trip report, however the orgasm in particular could probably fill its own pages. At the critical moment time seemed to briefly completely disappear. Then... shoomp.... shoomp.. shoompshoompshoomp: ­ it came back online asynchronously. My consciousness was chopped and screwed as it barreled back into existence. Visually the world skipped several beats in different directions, I felt that the ensuing 10 seconds were essentially scrambled. Like I was experiencing second 2, then second 7, then second 4, then second 3, etc. Time very briefly lost all semblance of lineality. I sighed heavily as I came out of it and started laughing because that seems to be my body's default response to things it doesn't fully understand.

After orgasm I felt a remarkable warmth all throughout my body for about an hour. I took puffs from an e­cigarette as we laid in bed and talked. The drug clearly exposed strong physical, emotional, and mental bonds between us which is really all I could've asked for from the experience. Ahead of us were several hours of culinary chores, made slightly tedious by the wear of the etizolam but also made delicious by the love the 2C­-B had brought into the room.

Overall this was an A+. I feel that I've both resumed my friendship with 2C­B and strengthened my bond with Sam significantly. Setting and dose were probably responsible for my previous harsh experiences with this drug, and now understanding the truly variegated nature of its effects I should be able to better plan my usage of it. At the very least I know to expect the unexpected.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 113459
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Feb 12, 2020	Views: 6,254
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