Smoked DMT for the first time today. It's been a long awaited experience. What drew me to this molecule was all the research I had done on it... Rogan, Strassman, Mckenna, and the whole DMT community that describes the experience as beautiful beyond comprehension. I wanted to go too. I wanted to see these vivid kaleidoscopes, machine elves, distant planets and cities of color. I wanted to experience this mysterious feeling of collective oneness within this strange dimension. That's what I was expecting, but it is not what I got.
Halfway through second hit and I knew something was wrong. I was able to stay in tune with reality long enough to set the vaporizer down next to me on the couch. The only way to describe what I felt is... I was sure I was going to die. I could feel my body shutting down like a poison consuming me entirely. All physical strength was diminished. Immediately I wanted out. I wanted to escape this nightmare. And just as soon as I had that thought, I was instantly reminded that I could not. I was stuck here and it would have it's way with me. These two thoughts constantly repeated over and over the whole time.... "I want out. I'm not getting out." It was extremely exhausting and painful, physically and mentally. Every second was unbearable. I could sense how much time was going by. I was still here in my living room, but barely coherent. I kept thinking there's no way I can handle 20 minutes of this. I was begging for it to end. BEGGING! Please please please stop! Thankfully OMG, after about 3 minutes, I could sense it waring off.
There was a moment when I realized that I was seeing some very synchronized colorful patterns, but I couldnt focus enough. It was very blury.
When I realized it was waring off, I opened my eyes. Everything I could see had a pulse like other dimensional shadows that you cant see sober.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?
Halfway through second hit and I knew something was wrong. I was able to stay in tune with reality long enough to set the vaporizer down next to me on the couch. The only way to describe what I felt is... I was sure I was going to die. I could feel my body shutting down like a poison consuming me entirely. All physical strength was diminished. Immediately I wanted out. I wanted to escape this nightmare. And just as soon as I had that thought, I was instantly reminded that I could not. I was stuck here and it would have it's way with me. These two thoughts constantly repeated over and over the whole time.... "I want out. I'm not getting out." It was extremely exhausting and painful, physically and mentally. Every second was unbearable. I could sense how much time was going by. I was still here in my living room, but barely coherent. I kept thinking there's no way I can handle 20 minutes of this. I was begging for it to end. BEGGING! Please please please stop! Thankfully OMG, after about 3 minutes, I could sense it waring off.
There was a moment when I realized that I was seeing some very synchronized colorful patterns, but I couldnt focus enough. It was very blury.
When I realized it was waring off, I opened my eyes. Everything I could see had a pulse like other dimensional shadows that you cant see sober.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?

