A Night of Psychedelic Exploration: A Journey Through 2C-E, Amphetamine, and Hardcore Music

Introduction
The Decision to Experiment
The First Dose
Physical and Mental Challenges
A Change of Plans
The Ride to the Club
Entering the Club
The Social Labyrinth
The Coin Machine Challenge
Conclusion

1. Introduction

The following narrative recounts a night filled with psychedelic exploration, amphetamines, and hardcore music. It highlights the experiences of two individuals, "R" and "I", as they navigate the effects of 2C-E, a psychedelic drug, and the challenges of social interaction and altered perception. The story takes place in various settings, from a caravan shack to a hardcore music club. What started as an innocent desire to push boundaries led to unexpected challenges and moments of self-reflection.

2. The Decision to Experiment

Around 10:00 PM, the night was still young when R and I made a bold decision: to take 2C-E again but without holding back. Both of us had used the drug before, but we had always started with cautious doses, gradually increasing the amount over time. This time, we decided to take a larger dose in order to experience the full effects all at once. Based on what we had heard, consuming the full dose in one go would produce the desired effects, whereas a gradual increase only extended the duration without reaching the peak experience.

3. The First Dose

We prepared for the experience by eyeballing approximately 20mg of 2C-E each. I went first, snorting the substance, and almost immediately felt intense pain in my nose. It felt as though my nasal passages were burning chemically. This sharp sensation led me to lie down on a couch to recover. Tears welled in my eyes from the discomfort, and R, noticing my distress, hesitated but then joined me in the experience. He went to the mirror, took his dose, and soon we were both in the depths of our psychedelic journey.

4. Physical and Mental Challenges

Despite the initial discomfort, the effects of 2C-E quickly started to manifest. The atmosphere around us began to warp and twist. The once familiar surroundings of the caravan shack started to feel grim and unsettling. Unable to shake the feeling, I stepped outside and vomited, though it didn't bother me as much as one might expect.

Inside the caravan, the air was heavy with cigarette smoke, and the space was overcrowded. The combination of factors overwhelmed me, and I felt increasingly out of place. My mind was racing with confusion and unease, so I decided to take some amphetamine sulfate, hoping it would help to suppress the effects of the psychedelic and bring some clarity.

Despite my efforts, I struggled with the concept of a mirror, unable to perform the action without assistance. My sense of reality was slipping further, and I asked a friend to help me prepare the amphetamine and hold the mirror to my nose.

5. A Change of Plans

After some time, R and I decided to take a walk through our town. During our walk, I confided in him that I was feeling uneasy and wanted to go home to ride out the trip in the safety of my quiet bedroom. However, as I approached my house and stood outside, I found myself questioning my decision. The lights were still on inside, and I realized that I was about to return home after consuming a drug I had eagerly sought to explore. What was I doing, going home after this experience? How would I explain my current state to my mother, who was still awake?

This moment of doubt led me to reconsider, and I turned around, heading back toward the caravan shack. When I entered, I was met with cheers from the group. Not only had they been disappointed by my departure, but they also saw my decision to return as a sign of commitment to the night’s adventure.

6. The Ride to the Club

As the group debated whether or not to go out, one of our friends offered to drive us to the club, though he wasn’t sure he would join us due to upcoming exams. The idea of heading to the club excited me, as I had never experienced such an adventure while under the influence of psychedelics. R was more hesitant but decided to join after I reassured him about the excitement of the car ride itself, based on my past experiences.

During the ride, R’s doubts persisted. He explained that his mother’s words, "You’re not going out, are you?", kept echoing in his mind, causing him to question his decision. Upon arrival at the club, he decided to head back with the driver, leaving me alone to face the night ahead.

7. Entering the Club

I, on the other hand, was determined not to let anything spoil my mood. I left my bag behind in the car, not wanting the extra weight of worries, such as the risk of losing it or accidentally carrying forgotten drugs. Little did I know, I had left my phone and house keys in the bag, an oversight that would soon cause problems.

Once inside the club, I was greeted by the pulsating sound of hardcore music. The energy in the air was electric, and I was eager to dive into the experience. As I walked toward the entrance, I couldn’t help but wonder what I looked like at that moment, but I shrugged it off, convinced that the security staff knew me.

The security check was thorough, and I was frisked before passing through. When my ID was scanned, I found myself confused by the "18 and over" stamp. I had already received an entry stamp, but in my altered state, I failed to connect the dots. After a brief moment of confusion, the security guard tapped me on the shoulder and handed back my ID, laughing as he asked, "Dude, are you on drugs again?" I responded with a simple, "Uhm… Why?" His eyes rolled, and he went back to his work, seemingly unbothered by my strange behavior.

8. The Social Labyrinth

Once inside, I made my way to the cloakroom to check in my jacket, and then I lit a cigarette to calm myself. I decided to look around the club, and soon I found myself surrounded by vague acquaintances, familiar faces, and old friends. One by one, they greeted me with enthusiastic exclamations: "Hey man! How are you doing? Long time no see!" I struggled to respond appropriately, so I remained silent, silently enjoying the attention.

The next challenge was managing to purchase coins for the bar using my card. The machine in front of me seemed like a familiar yet daunting object. In the past, I had used it during less intense experiences, but now, under the influence of 2C-E, the task felt overwhelmingly difficult. After a brief moment of hesitation, I decided to give it a try, thinking to myself, "If I can pull this off, I can do anything." Miraculously, the transaction went smoothly, and I felt a surge of confidence.

9. The Coin Machine Challenge

The successful transaction gave me a moment of clarity amidst the chaos. It was a small victory, but one that felt significant in my altered state. With the challenge behind me, I was ready to fully immerse myself in the night. The music pulsed through me, and the dance floor beckoned.

10. Conclusion

What began as a simple plan to explore the effects of 2C-E evolved into a wild night of confusion, self-reflection, and strange adventures. From the intense discomfort of the initial dose to the moments of doubt and confusion, every step of the journey was marked by challenges that tested my sense of reality. Ultimately, the night became a tale of resilience and acceptance, reminding me of the unpredictability of psychedelic experiences and the unexpected moments of clarity that can arise in the midst of chaos.