My 2C-I extravaganza

Hey guys,I'm just writing this to share and try to put into words what an AMAZING night I had last night. I ingested somewhere between 90 and 120mg of 2C-I and had the best trip of my life. I might write a trip report, but right now I'm still in need of some heavy recooperation. It was truly a scene from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas because it took place in a hotel room and when we all woke up/gave up trying to sleep the room was just a mess with 100 used glowsticks scattered about, puke, shit, and blood strewn about and 4 wannabe neo hippies assed out with more questions than answers as to WTF happened in that room the night before. It was 1 of the partakers 1st trip ever(20mg) and the oters 1st tirip with 2C-I( only slightly less than me).

The reason I am unsure of exact dosage is because I brought an unknown/random amount of liquid with me only planning on maybe a light trip, and keeping the rest for next time. But I know i took measured amounts totaling 90 mg, and then decided to split the rest of the bottle with my friend( no measuring) and he said he only took a little bit, not half, so i polished of what i guess was about 30 more mg's on top of my 90.

I dont want to come across as bragging, I just wanted to share. I love 2C-I and have alot of experince with it in high dosages up to 80 mg's previously so I dont want anyone to think I was just being wrecless, I have felt out this drug and decided it was safe for me to go that high.

Anyone have similar experiences?

Syke1 said:

puke, shit, and blood strewn about and 4 wannabe neo hippies assed out with more questions than answers as to WTF happened in that room the night before.

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lol, sounds like things may have taken a wrong turn at some point there during that trip. Was everyone ok afterward?


I've blacked out during a hard Mescaline trip before, and when I finally woke back up a few hours later into reality somewhat (this was at 3am), my front door was standing wide open, and my best friend who was tripping out of his mind earlier was missing, but his car was still in my driveway. I wondered around the surrounding countryside searching everywhere for him for about 4 hours until dawn, all the while still tripping balls myself, and getting constantly distracted by everything around me along the way. I think I may have spent about an hour or more of that time staring at this one really old tree which seemed to be trying to communicate with me. Until I finally remembered again that my friend was missing, and for some reason it popped into my head to go check the thick patch of woods behind my house. I found him about 300 yards in, totally naked and laying on his back in a pool of mud (this was during the early part of winter, and it was about 40 degrees outside).

It scared me when I first saw him because I thought he may have been dead, but when I ran upon him to check he immediately looked at me with a confused look on his face, and started laughing uncontrollably, still tripping his ass off. He didn't know what had happened to his clothes, so I had to drag him back out of the woods naked, and into the house, still tripping myself, and calm him down, basically trip sit him until he came back to reality a few hours later. He remembered nothing about what he had been doing the entire time of course, or how I had dragged him outta the woods because he wasn't in reality enough to be able to walk. I learned from that experience that it is best to lock yourself and your friends inside the house during those trips. Other than that though it was an amazing experience, as always.

All I can say is wow, thats a fucked up night smotz, I'm glad your friend was ok, that wouldve scared the shit out of me.

I can't remember a span of time maybe about 2 hours along, which I'm assuming was my peak, lol. Through most of the trip I could distinguish reality apart from fantasy(which became very melded together at some points) but when I would close my eyes i would litteraly forget about my surroundings and just become part of another world, where music covered the walls like a 3D visualizer and I was watching Roger Waters( or as I imagined him to be) sitting in a bar as a toothless old drunk singing a bunch of old Floyd songs( which was playing from an ipod) smoking a pipe. Its so crazy but at some points during that I remember zooming in on his pipe and watching music bellow from the pipe head and single notes of music escape from the mouth piece in perfect synchronization with the music. If I was artistic with a pen or paint I could draw a exactly how this bar and pipe looked, it was like I watched it all in 1080 p HD. This was the hardest I've ever tripped, even more than DMT.

The 2ci kicked in at about 11pm and I finnaly became more or less sober at 2:30 the following day a, but even at 2pm I could watch lawns of grass swirl around and faces distort...basicly 2pm was equivelant to an 8th of shrooms.