I’d like to start this post by stating that I’m not at all saying 2CB is a horrible drug. I think it’s magical and not enough people know about it.
As a bit of a precursor, I did 2cb for the first time about 2 months ago, it was weird and confusing (I took it by itself and no other substances). I made a thread about it if you want to read it.
The second time I did it I was surrounded by good friends and found that weed is practically the key to it. As soon as I smoke weed, visuals start to appear and grow around me. I am sure I’ll make a thread about this at some point because this was the best trip I’ve ever had. 2CB + Weed + NOS is INSANE!
Anyways, to the story....
Me and 4 other friends (all of whom had only ever done mdma and weed before) had set off camping. We were rough camping so chose a forest we liked the look off and set off to search for an area to camp on,
Just as we start to unpack our bags and setup our tents, I get a call from my dad (which is rather unusual). Without going too much into detail, my dad is explained to me how one of my close friends had a very bad time on MDMA the other night and that my friends dad had called my dad and told him it was because of a pill I ‘dealt’ to him. The person in question (let’s call him ‘Jimmy’) had taken half an MDMA pill and blacked out for about 3 hours. His friends that were with him worried when he started to lose focus and got his parents. Jimmy woke up to his parents sat next to him on the sofa.
Long story short, many phone calls were made from me to Jimmy, Jimmy’s father, my mum and my dad. I drove 1.5 hours from where we were camping to meet Jimmy, his mum and dad to have a chat about everything. They told me that they got the wrong end of the stick and didn’t realize I wasn’t actually dealing, simply that I’d given him a pill. The whole situation was awkward because I know Jimmy had done this exact pill and many drugs before but his parents didn’t know this so I had to tread on thin ice with what I said.
Everything was talked through and Jimmy opened up and admitted he had been drinking with his friends from 2pm till 1am and dropped at 130am. Anyone that is experienced with MDMA should know that drinking lots of alcohol with it is a recipe for disaster and is known to cause black outs. I’d told Jimmy this prior to him doing the pill.
My moral of this short story is that everyone’s okay with me now they’ve realized I’m not a dealer and that Jimmy was a complete idiot. I still feel awful but it’s one of those funny situations where I’m to blame but it’s also not my fault for what happened, right?
Skip forwards, everything’s over with and I’ve got a big relief. I’ve never been so shook up in my entire life.
1.5 hours of driving back and what felt like the longest ever 40 minutes walk, I’m at the camp and it’s all set up. The time is now 10pm at night. Me and my 3 friends drop, the other devising to just chill and spot.
The 2CB are blue Mickey Moises and I always order from the same reputable vendor. I’d say they’re about 18mg a pill, maybe a little less.
Here’s an outline of my trip:
T+0 minutes: Drop first pill. T+ 15 minutes: Taken some big bong hits and passing around a spliff. T+30 minutes: Dropped second pill. T + 45 minutes: Smoked more weed and had a pint size can of cider. T + 1 hour: The beautiful patterns start to appear. Just like they were the second time I tripped. (The first time I did 2cb had no open eye visuals, only closed.) T + 1 hour 10 minutes: Visuals are getting pretty strong but I like all the patterns and colors. I decide it’s time to chill and go into the tent to lay and relax/enjoy. T + 1 hour 15 minutes: I look out of my tent and there’s two fold out chairs. Between the two chairs, there’s a red charging cable for a phone that’s hanging wrapped around each arm of the chairs (wrapped on the left arm of one and the right of the other). I notice this red cable morph into devil horns and start to grow a face type thing. Thinking too myself ‘this is weird, never had this before’. Then all the patterns I’ve been seeing start to morph into creature type things with fangs. T + 1 hour 30 minutes: Everything is nasty looking and I’m starting to realize this isn’t the trip I was hoping for. I swear 2CB is only patterns. I forgot to mention this but one of my friends who I’m sharing a tent with is an experienced trooper and has done a lot of acid in the past (I’ve never done acid). I tell him what I’m seeing and that I’m starting to worry. He and the trip setter are telling me to calm down. I’m really confused because no matter what I do, the visuals get worse and worse. Like I’m spiraling down.
I’m panicking and messaging my girlfriend who’s on holiday, looking for reassurance. Everything around me is patterns that turn into faces trying to attack me and I feel hopeless. The other guys put on happy music that I really like to try and help things and I try to think of happy things but everything is so dark and it’s like it’s eating at everything happy in my life.
The weirdest thing is that the happy music was slowing down and going out of tune.
The absolute perfect way I can describe my trip is like everything was the other world from Stranger Things. You’ll know what I mean if you’ve seen it. When the trip setter was speaking to the other guys and telling them I was having a bad trip, it made me more angry and hopeless, it felt like everyone was against me and tying to attack or hurt me.
I take half a Xanax bar to try and chill out. First time taking Xanax but apparently it helps and can help you sleep.
T + 2 hours 30: I’m still riding out this horrible trip. Everyone else is in a bliss world or off their face but I’m just seeing horrible visuals. Every time I try and fight them, they come back more horrible so I subside and let them take me. Is like the ground is opening up and the grass is turning into hands that are trying to drag me to hell.
I take another half a Xanax bar (I’ve taken 2mg Xanax total).
T + 3 hours: The guy in my tent decided to try and sleep or chill out and enjoy visuals so I go to the middle tent where the trip sitter and my friend who’s having a great time is. He’s being hilarious and coming out with random shit. Slowly but surely me, my friend and the trip sitter are finding things funnier and my visuals are fading. The Xanax must be working because last time I tripped, my visuals lasted 6 hours long. As things get funnier, I do a small bit of ket and we all do balloons until we run out. I pass out and wake up the next morning remembering fragments of what happened.
I guess I’m just asking really for someone more experienced than myself to explain what happened. Was it a result of what happened with the run in with my parents and my friends parents? Bare in mind that my friend who blacked out, his parents are best friends with my parents.
I felt like that was put to rest and I was glad I came forwards, accepted responsibility and faced the problem head on?
I’m just confused and worried about doing it again.
Any advice or just any general comments would be great.
Happy to answer any questions if needed.
Thanks in advance!