DOSE:	1 capsl	oral	2C-P
	repeated	smoked	Cannabis
		smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes

BODY WEIGHT:

110 lb

Previously to this trip I've had experiences with a 2 hallucinogens; mushrooms and 2c-e. When my friends that tried 2c-e and 2c-p told me that 2c-p was just a longer and milder trip of 2c-e, I really wanted to try it. So I got a large dose in one capsule (my friend who sold me it says it was the highest dosage I should take).

I waited till the perfect time to take it, and I planned a few weeks ahead what I was going to be doing where and with whom. I decided I wanted to be in a house that I was comfortable in, an old fashioned house with lots of stairs. I wanted to be with only a few people that were my good friends. When that Friday arose, my plan was perfect. I has a good mindset throughout the day, and took the capsule at 1:45 right before I left school. My friend, I shall call him 'R', was supposed to pick me up from school and bring me to my tripping destination and stay there with me, then bring me home later. Little did I know that my plans would be swept away and forgotten by those whom hold the household... He did pick me up, but he had a slight change in plans so I had to get dropped off at my other friend's, 'A', house. This wasn't part of my plan, but I just enjoyed it and smoked some marijuana to pass the time as I awaited the effects.

A few hours passed, and I didn't see and visual effects. I was checking up on my plans and then was informed that I couldn't go where I had planned to trip. My friend R picked me back up when he was done with whatever he was doing, and I finally started to feel the body high. And the mental high, if that makes sense. When I'm tripping I feel like my mind doesn't really process things the same, almost like I don't think at all. And I find it especially hard to multitask. We were making alcohol runs and whatnot, mad people were calling me for who knows what and it overwhelmed me a lot. I was getting really annoyed by R acting like he's the shit. He claimed it to be 'Beach O'clock.' So he brought me to my other friend, M's house, who was having a party that night. M was friends with a lot of my friends so i figured it would be okay even if there were a lot of people there. R decided to leave me there and go to the beach, making someone else responsible for bringing me home. That didn't make me happy with him, but it was better then him annoying me all night.

I don't remember much about the start of my trip, I smoked some marijuana through out the night. My friend's faces were melting, I thought one of my friends puked in the front pocket of my bag. I put my hand in my pocket and felt a really sticky, booger-like substance in it. I felt that on my finger tips for the rest of the night. One of my friends has really luscious long curly hair, I looked at him and all of his curls were shaped like mushrooms. After that, it was like there was a film over my eyes that displayed a rainbow mushroom pattern in everything I looked at. I don't remember much of the little thing that I saw, but I know it was awesome up until M sat me down to watch a movie with him. The movie was called 'The Fourth Kind.' I've never seen it before that, but I saw previews and it looked weird. M said to me 'you're gonna love this, it's about aliens!' So I watched it intently, I don't remember anything about the movie, except that it was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life. There was a girl whose face was sunken in like she was half dead. Her hair was all dry and messy, and she talked like she was dying. It scared the shit out of me. It turned my whole trip bad. I just wanted it to end (the movie).

When I realized that I was able to get up and leave the room where the movie was playing, I went in the bathroom and looked at myself. I saw all of my flaws, it wasn't scary looking at myself like a lot of people say it would be. My pupils were as dilated as they could get. I tried taking a picture of my eye on the front camera of my phone, but it looked like the crack in my camera distorted the picture, making the picture look like it was pinched in some areas. I gave up on the picture, and went outside to smoke a cigarette. The guy who was in charge of bringing me home was wearing hipster glasses and a fedora, with a really cool shirt. I looked at him and said 'you look fucking awesome!' H e said that I controlled myself really well, and he was surprised that I was tripping. Around 1am, he decided it was time to bring me home.

On the way home I felt like the trip was wearing off, so I wasn't worried about my father being suspicious. My driver put on the most relaxing and amazing song I've ever heard. It was 'Flightless bird, american mouth' by iron and wine. Him and his girlfriend sat in the front of his grandpa-like car, and sang together. It was so beautiful I started to tear up. We arrived at my house, I thanked him for bringing me home and went into my house. I realized my trip wasn't wearing off, at all. I quickly rushed into my room trying to act cool. As soon as I opened my door a wave of hallucinations hit me because my blanket was so bright. It literately felt like it hit me. I decided to put on some TV and try to go to bed, but that wasn't a good idea. Family guy was on, I love that show! not this time. Every face I saw scared me. They all looked evil. So i turned off the TV and tried to sleep. I couldn't. I stared at the seahorse on my wall and it turned in a perfect 90 degree angle, and as it turned it looked like it was fanning out. Like one of those Chinese geisha fans, and every step it took, the earliest step would fade more.

I dozed off a couple times around 5am. I woke up feeling like someone had choked me in my sleep, my skin was pale and cold. I felt like that woman from the movie I watched. I felt like a zombie. I will never forget that feeling. I woke up again at 6am, feeling the same, dead inside and out. I was still hallucinating, colors were very vivid. I just wanted it all to go away. It had been 16 hours since I started tripping. Isn't that long enough? I went upstairs and sat on the counter top of my bathroom sink just staring at myself in the mirror. I took that time to write a really long story about my trip. It was a scary story, I wish I still had it. I tried to go back to bed, I slept for about an hour. I realized there was no use in trying to get sleep, so I took a shower. After my shower my trip was slowly going away, making me feel more dead inside as the time passed on. I smoked a cigarette, and just sat in the garage thinking to myself about the whole experience. My trip had finally stopped around 8am. I was so thankful, but I just wanted sleep.

Now that I look back at it, I would totally do it again. I would just have to be somewhere that I could sleep (not at home). And I would have to be with people I trust, preferable my boyfriend to keep me safe and cuddle and sleep with. I would take it earlier in the way, maybe around 10am. It was probably the most memorable experience of my life. I will never forget it, hopefully...

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 98617
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Jan 5, 2018	Views: 1,158
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