Citation: Chris M.. "From Good to Bad to Worse: An Experience with 2C-I & Cannabis (exp103016)". Erowid.org. Mar 29, 2019. erowid.org/exp/103016
I decided to go ahead and give this experience report thing a shot after I had my first real bad trip last night. So, here it goes.
It was a beautiful evening in Southern California; I was sitting at the beach with a friend of mine, 30 bucks, and an appetite for some kind of drug. What happened later that night was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
Before long, I spot a good friend of mine walking in my direction. Let's call him 'T', for privacy reasons. Long story short, him and I had done business together before and within 3 minutes he had my money in his pocket and was on his was to pick up my friend and I some 2c-i, one capsule each.
When he returned, it was immediately down the hatch. There was no time to waste, the sun was going down and I had to be home later that night. I have moderate experience with psychedelics and mind-altering chemicals alike. My adventure began with little hesitation. Let's do this.
About an hour passed and I was feeling a noticeable mood lift, couldn't seem to wipe the smile off my face. I had just arrived at my friend Allie's house and was smoking a bowl, chatting, laughing, feeling euphoric. The people I was with knew what I was about to embark on, they'd done it countless times. I was in a comfortable environment with people I trust, so I have no explanation for the life-changing trip that would occur over the next 4-5 hours.
The trip was starting to take effect: suddle yet fascinating visuals were beginning to fill my point of view, which seemed to have transformed into a widescreen TV-like format... Noticable color enhancement, the plants seemed to breathe around me. I was peaceful, yet a little anxious. Muscle tension was present but wasn't anywhere near overwhelming. Typical stuff, just what I expected.
A few friends of mine were smoking dabs, concentrated THC for those who don't know. Nothing new to me. I took an enormous rip, and I can tell you honestly it was GAME OVER for me from here on out.
The only way I can describe the way the rip felt is 'thick'. It felt as if I was filling my lungs with ash and black smoke. I blew out a large cloud and immediately began hacking up a lung. I was coughing so hard I felt like there was fluid coming up from my throat into my mouth. I couldn't speak, I sat down and closed my eyes trying to wait out the chest burn. I was surprised by full blown CEVs unlike anything I had ever seen... Patterns of intricate design were zooming at me and beginning to overwhelm me. I was immediately disoriented and began dripping sweat. Extremely uncomfortable would be a massive understatement.
Acting sober was completely out of the question, I was completely and fully submurged in what I must simply put as the psychedelic experience. Which is just perfect, because Allie's mom came out onto the balcony to smoke a bowl/cigarette with us. Not a good situation.
Still coughing, I had to introduce myself. I'd met her before but I knew she wouldn't remember me. After a short lived awkward conversation, I turned my back and looked off into the now starry night. Waves of color were now traveling up through the night sky, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted so badly to be enjoying this. Something was telling me that I had just made a terrible decision, and that thought creeped through my head over the next 10 minutes.
I wanted so badly to be enjoying this. Something was telling me that I had just made a terrible decision, and that thought creeped through my head over the next 10 minutes.
Her mom finished her cigarette and went inside, and out came the confessions. 'Guys, I really don't feel well. I think I'm starting to have a bad trip or something. What should I do? What should I do?' I was beginning to feel embarrassed, my throat felt as if it was closing. The feeling wasn't like anything I can describe, nothing they said to me made any sense. Whether it was a question, a statement, a command, they all entered my mind in the form of a riddle.
nothing they said to me made any sense. Whether it was a question, a statement, a command, they all entered my mind in the form of a riddle.
Things in general were beginning to not make sense, I was becoming more and more dissociated from reality. Faces were morphing, sounds were fluctuating in pitch and before long complete and total paranoia set in. Luckily for me Allie's mom had left, because I began hyperventilating and obsessing over the fact that I wouldn't make it through this trip. I was questioning my own sanity, would I ever be the same again? I was stuck, I was confused, I was completely knocked off my feet. My friends laid me down on the couch and gave me some water. Nothing. My chest felt as if there was an elephant sitting on it, no matter what I did I was convinced I was going to die. Terrible stuff. Not a situation I want to put myself through again.
Sure enough, hours of out of control hallucinating and absolute tripped-out-ness passed and I was finally starting to feel better. Oddly enough, I got my mind straight, sat down, burped, and I was golden. I don't want to write a novel here so I'm going to wrap it up. Funny stuff, my friend who was with me tripping all night had an awesome time. Not even my panic and bizarre verbalizations about the meaning of life throughout the night could wipe the smile off his face. But, 2c-i is a research chemical after all. A bad batch? Wrong environment? Brain chemistry? What caused this? I may never know, but for some reason I'm OK with that. Thank you for taking the time to read this report. I truly appreciate it.
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