Hello, I am a professional idiot, and I thought this report might be interesting to document/read. On a pretty nice day outside in a forest I got the idea to insufflate some 2cb, even though I was having a really shitty week, and prior to how easy and forgiving my older 2cb experiences were, I thought I would take the edge off, and it would only last a few hours. Since I didn't have a scale on me, I thought I'd eyeball the amount, and I got an amount that looked slightly higher than what I'd think is 10-20mg, but I said fuck it and snorted it.
Surprisingly for the amount that was ~probably~ higher than what I would normally take, it barely hurt my nose at all, which I found bizarre. 10-20 minutes pass, and I'm not feeling anything, so I start considering the possibility that it was actually a very small amount, and just as I reach for my backpack to redose shit starts hitting the fan. I instantly feel a wave of doom hit me that basically says "you fucked up", and things slowly start to breathe, my senses start to melt with each other, and the body load starts hitting me. The tactile sensations become so intense that the headphones that I had on become impossible to keep on my head because of how many senses are being stimulated, so I put it into my backpack. I have taken high doses of lsd in the past, but none of the visuals can compare to what starts happening now, things are just completely oozing and flying insects are leaving 5 second trails, painting the entire world. Keep in mind that I am basically tweaking in the middle of the forest from the insane stimulation, while even having a blade of grass touch me or a fly land on my face is absolutely too much, and yet every single sense is being stimulated, so I decide fuck it, I'll ride it out and just walk around, since I can't even stay still for a second. Not much time has passed from this point, and the visuals keep getting more intense and intense. It reaches the point where I literally cannot make out objects and everything looks like an abstract art painting made out of swirling oatmeal, every single sound that I make or I hear reverbs at least 5 times in my head. I am so confused that I start giving myself directions out loud, and an unexplainable terror is hitting me. There's no rational fear here, I am just absolutely terrified and even though I know that it will be over in a few hours it feels like I am permanently stuck in this state of sensory overload (even though I know I'm not) it feels like it's hopeless. As I'm walking around and hoping it will start going down (it doesn't), I start having an ego death while I'm still standing on my feet, and it quite literally feels like I'm losing my mind and the sheer confusion and the overstimulating environment prevents me from just sitting down and letting go (the stimulation and body load too). At this point even the entire world is becoming recursive, not only my thought patterns, and it feels like I am walking for eternity, and every single step I take feels like I am being sent back to the same place a second before, the trees and the foliage are perfectly geometrically arranged and every single time I close my eyes I see collosal and complicated structures, and the worst thing is that I recognize all of this trickery, but terror is still utterly shattering me. It feels like I have been condemned to suffer, and some sort of entities decided to mock me for my stupidity, so I start hearing cackles and feel gazes watching me, and I start hallucinating eyes and a specific geometrical pattern that always comes up when shit gets really weird. I am essentially swirling in a big pot of color and geometry and I am completely and utterly alone. Then I start remembering my family, and it feels like I am reconnecting with every single one of them. Then come my friends. All of the memories of bad and shitty things that I did start coming back, and I am hit by waves of regret and start crying, I feel like a complete and utter cretin doing drugs in the middle of a forest while I still have plenty of unresolved issues, and they wouldn't even guess that I would do that. I plead to the entities/gods that I am eternally sorry and accept this punishment for my own sheer stupidity and promise I won't ever do anyone I love wrong again, provided I get out of this alive. I dont exactly remember what happens afterwards, but the idea that I will be able to see my family and friends again gives me great strength, and I start finally calming down, it even starts to become enjoyable. I am utterly enamored by how beautiful the world looks and the oevs are so beautifully algorithmical I am just standing dumbfounded looking at ferns. After a long and confusing walk through a psychedelic soup I start to slowly gain my sanity back, at this point I am basically running back to my house, my entire face is red and my pupils are completely filling my eyes, but that's okay. I am still utterly paranoid and confused, I keep hallucinating voices and sounds and entire scenarios of completely bizarre things like drug dealers in the middle of the forest hunting me start playing in my head, but even at this extreme dose the 2cb headspace is completely lucid so I recognize it as fake. I run into my neighbour on the way home and can barely string a sentence, and it takes me a couple of seconds to respond, but I make it home. After all of this hell I finally get some respite in a shower, and rejoice that I managed to survive this. I come down completely in roughly 5 hours and crash because I am utterly exhausted.
Even though this was obviously too much and it ended up pretty bad, I'm happy it happened since I won't take psychedelics as a joke again, and I have actually begun to fix my life. In retrospect, don't take 2cb as a "joke" and don't eyeball substances, all of the set and setting rules apply equally to 2cb.