Fractalized Vines: Oral Ingestion of 2-CB

A Trip Report on my Second experience on 2-CB

Dose: approximately 15-20mg

Ingestion Method: oral via a pressed pill

Date: 5/31/2025

This time we ingested already pressed pills orally and I was a bit concerned that the burning sensation might take root in my stomach but had 0 problems with it. No pain at all. Apparently no one knows the dosing on these, but think it’s 15-20mg. Most people report not feeling onset with oral ingestion for an hour, and I set about to do a few things to ready the house, but within 15 minutes my trip began.

Again I felt a bit overstimulated on the come up. I determined that it’s best for me to spend this time with just my husband in our bedroom lying down trying to relax myself. But once those feelings subsided I was able to mingle with others and only wanted to stay outside for the duration of this trip. The few times I had to go inside I hated it. The air felt cold and artificial.

Interestingly, with the dose increase, this trip felt less sensory intense & body centric. Or maybe I was just more prepared and not as startled by feeling like every nerve ending was buzzing this time. Or maybe I was so distracted by the visuals that the body high hummed in the background in comparison. Either way, I know I felt pleasurable sensations in my body, but what I saw with my eyes was the star of this trip.

These visuals were like nothing I had ever seen before. Sitting on my porch I watched as every plant grew like vines toward me. Inside each vine, each leaf, was neverending fractal patterns to dive into with your eyes. Slightly pixelated in appearance on the edges. And Amazonian looking; maybe with a hint of Aztec. The vines started from brown limbs and green leaves but as they fractalized they burst into vivid colors: purple, green, orange… they were breathtaking; everything around me, breathtaking. Things further away looked more crisp and vivid and bright like I just upgraded my eyes to high definition and had previously been viewing the world through a softening lens. Everything screamed out vitality & I smiled imagining the vines wrapping around my legs; engulfing me.

Fractalized Vines

At one point my husband said, “isn’t it kind of annoying how the visuals are just in your periphery?” I whipped my head around to look at him incredulously; watching as fractalized vines slithered like serpents toward his feet and exclaimed emphatically, “PERIPHERY?!?! NO! …. NO! Are you kidding me? I’m like living inside of a fractal right now!”

I looked down at my my ankles. I smiled at their sharp angles (y'all know I love angles). Began to think of bones and saw some early iteration of mine in the body of a Nordic shamanic woman; a “Völva.” (I didn’t know that word before this or that women in the Viking era were shamans, but I saw this vision and then I knew.)

Throughout the trip my husband took me on a journey through his words, often making me laugh, always bringing concepts back to a central point. Again and again meandering and returning. A trip that always returns to where it began and sets out again to again return.

As I came down I became more introspective. I was reminded of visions I’ve had previously on mushrooms about mine and my husband’s aesthetic soul signatures. I saw the lines that comprised each of our beings; mine vertical, his horizontal. The way the come together, the way they’re meant to come together, perpendicular to form something new; an angle. An angle that wouldn’t otherwise exist if there wasn’t he + me.

I was interested in sex more this time than last time, but unfortunately we were not alone. I imagine it would have been engulfing like the vines. Okay, Shulgin, I see where you’re going with this.