DOSE:
oral
GHB
(daily)
1 tablet
oral
2C-I
smoked
Cannabis
BODY WEIGHT:
95 lb
I took GHB for a year (for narcolepsy) with no side effects but when I upped my dosage, due to a tolerance, I was taking on average 13.5 grams/day. I never noticed any of the side effects (even the fact that I had lost 20 lbs (115 to 95 lbs.) in a little over a month, once increasing my dosage), until after I took 2C-I. I was so wrapped up in it that I thought my roommate was trying to steal money from me or kill me to the point that I �booby trapped� my room before I left for Christmas break, in 2010. The 2C-I trip, that I would have a few weeks later, was the key factor that placed me in an alternative mindset that led me to live in another world my brain stayed in, post trip, but also allowed me realize I needed to stop taking GHB.
It was Christmas break and I had about a week before starting the Spring 2011 semester of my Junior year, at a large Texas university. I had spent the majority of my junior year, especially during Christmas break, on the couch at my friend's place (smoking pot, of course) that I would later trip at. We would sit there pretty much constantly, drinking and smoking. Therefore, when my friend mentioned he had acquired a good amount of 2C-I (he was a largely experienced user of the drug), I jumped at the opportunity to try something new!
My boyfriend (it was his place and why I was constantly there) and I were the only ones who took one pill each, while my other 2 friends (the one who had experience with 2C-I and another who had done acid a few times) were going to be our baby sitters. I took the pill (around 3pm) and sat on the couch smoking, watching TV and watching my 3 friends (all guys) playing video games.
After about an hour of sitting waiting for it to kick in, all the sudden I noticed the environment I was so used to was the same, but very different. The game my friends were playing (World of Goo) looked phallic in nature and childish. All of my friends� stuff (gaming consoles, speakers etc.) just looked like black boxes with no function, just STUFF of no use. I felt as though I was stuck in time in a sort of cube of space, containing only the couch, my friends, and their useless boy toys that they were so engaged in. With this feeling of discomfort, I jumped up and yelled STOP! My sober friends suggested they would put something on the TV but everything that was on it just seemed pointless and empty, which only further alarmed me, so my 2C-I experienced friend helped by turning off all stimulating devices (the computer and TV). It was as if the image/view from the couch I had spent dozens and dozens of hours in front of had been broken down by brain and I was seeing the pointless nature of the sedentary state I had been in. I then found myself in a new world where it appeared that everything (literally, everything) had eyes, or a certain life to it.
In response to all the attention it seemed I was getting from the world that surrounded me, I tried hitting over a lamp and tried to mess with the TV but my friends stopped me and one of them said �we don�t want you hurting anyone� as they looked around at everything/'everyone' (I don�t think anything I thought they said during my trip, was actually said, at least not in the context I was receiving it I don�t think anything I thought they said during my trip, was actually said, at least not in the context I was receiving it