I was interested in 2cb because lots of articles say 2cb is the closest thing to MDMA for music festivals. I've taken 2cb in the past (pill) and was disappointed. So this time i bought a few mgs in power. Today i had another music festival and i decided to snort 10mg 30 mins before heading the venue and ... OMFG!!! 5 mins later (i was alone on the streets, heading to the venue) i went spiralling down into the most significant trip of my life. I honestly believe i was dying in a hospital bed, and that was experiencing were just fragments of imagination of a dying brain. I never felt so powerless, trying to cling to life. I remember running through the streets of London screaming "I am not giving up" and "I want to live" and "someone please help me". I stopped at a cafe and begged for help, and they called an ambulance, but it was taking too long, suspiciously too long, and I kept thinking "i can't give up on life", so I somehow managed to leave the cafe without no one noticing (thank god), and I was back in the streets running and crying "i don't want to die". I sat in a corner and started crying, and lost track of time, had this feeling that years have passed and that i was now a homeless old man living in the streets of london, again, memories of a dying brain. It was humbling, the realisation of how easily what we call "reality" can be so dramatically shaken. As the effects started to wear off i felt a sense of deep gratitude for being alive and an urge to hug people and say thanks for sharing your existence with me. It was humbling. But i am not doing this again. Shit was wayyyy to intense for someone who just wanted to have fun.