2C-B Dreaming

Dropping and Napping

Substances: 2C-B

Sit down to a nice dinner at a local microbrewry in town, drinking a pint of a fine dark beer called Flying Squirrel, and eating an amazing vegetable plate with artichoke heart dip with my wife, and THE URGE comes on strong. We all know the rushing feeling of spotenaity that strongly pulls us to take entheogenic delights at the strangest moments...

I had been awake since 6 AM that day, working hard all day long on numerous projects, and I was feeling quite exhausted and the beer was pulling me off into dreamland. The next day I looked forward to an even busier schedule. What was I thinking? The URGE took over my logical mind - I had a stash of 2-CB hidden and upon arriving at home I popped the gel-cap into my mouth and said a prayer.

Quickly undressing and heading for bed, my wife read to me, out of the book "Wind in the Willows" until I was sound asleep. That's right, the entheogenic voyage seemed to be over - I had been so overcomed with exhaustion that I had dozed right off after two pages... the mole had just met the rat... ZONK.

Two hours later, I woke in another world. I heard a sound like the zapping of bugs in an electric lamp, but the sound echoed and reverberated through my head until the noise sparked a visual earthquake like none I have ever experienced before. Unreality took hold...

I flew to the living room. FLEW? I just flew! How did that happen? I am in a dream, I figure - I am flying just like I fly in a dream (doing the brest-stroke) and I arrive only to find a living room populated with living beings of an amazing diversity. Repitlian, insectiod, humanoid, jelloid - slinking and slithering and sliding all over my living room furniture.

The familiar thought of "Where am I?" comes into focus and I am lost among this zoo of animals in my living room. I let the thought go - who I am does not matter - but the waves of overcoming energy (like the best orgasm imaginable) start to ride over and through my body until *I* am slithering and slinking and sliding with all my new found friends.

Time passes, and the orgasmic like energy does not fade, the loss of identity and state of alienistic whatchamacalit begin to morph slowly into a new reality. I am suddenly back in my bed, my wife gently sleeping with the "Wind and the Willows" idyllicly forgotten on her lab as she too fell asleep to the stories of mole and rat.

Identity resumes and personal thoughts come into focus, I think about the status of my life in relation to the world I have made for myself. I find the faults and get to work, I see a virtue and I humbly pat myself on the back... the trip wears off and I fall asleep again.

I wake in the morning - God I have so much to do today! What happened last night? Was it all a dream?