| DOSE: |
40 mg |
insufflated |
2C-C
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120 mg |
insufflated |
2C-C
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[Erowid Warning: The following report documents the ingestion of an unusually high and potentially dangerous dose of 2C-C. We have chosen to include this report to help document the dose range, but its inclusion does not imply that this dose is safe.]
On Friday, February 21st, 2003, I went to a party at a friend’s house. I had been very depressed for a week or two. At around 12 I insufflated 40 mg of 2C-C. I heavily drank beer. I either lost or ate another 40 mg capsule at some later point, I can't remember. I had a similar as before, but much more sedated. Trails of dots following cigarettes, rapidly jumping thoughts, etc...
When I woke up at noon on Saturday, the 22nd, I immediately insufflated 120 mg of 2C-C. I broke it into two lines and snorted 1, then the other about 10 minutes later. I had to focus to do the second line. I was still a little under the influence from Friday, and it hit me fast. I heard voices, laughed continuously, saw quick lines of color, had rapid thoughts trying to find significance in the most basic ideas and processes, and felt extremely internal. I went outside and laid down on the stairs, cold rain drizzling on me.
After around 20 minutes I went inside and lay down on the couch and became very cold, yelling and laughing for blankets. At this larger dose, I felt complete vertigo, both physically and mentally. I wanted company, but felt like a burden to my friends who were there. I could not stand or light my own cigarette. I laughed, and talked little. The vertigo is the part that was completely new; it’s hard to describe. Just a strong desire to pull all the way inside myself until .
I had many questions that I asked myself, but few answers. This lasted strong for around 4-5 hours. I went home, and my internal thoughts turned into dazed depression. I cried and felt hopeless. I had been feeling very down for the last couple of weeks, and this brought it all down on me heavily. I ate some pizza with my friend and smoked a few bowls of pot.
I remained depressed until I went to sleep at around 10. I felt much, much better the next day. I don't think I will take that quantity of a substance I don't know that much about again when I am depressed. It was a learning experience, though. It gave me several deep questions about myself that I am soberly contemplating. I do not regret the experience.
