Hello,
A few weeks ago I made a pretty bad mistake when smoking the last 45mg of my spice stash; I took my sleep medication, Seroquel, along with my vaped spice.
Background: I have smoked a lot of DMT freebase, probably 300-400+ throughout the past year (yes I do it multiple times per night whenever I do end up doing it) and I viewed myself as pretty darn experienced for my age. The spice that was vaped was mine from an extraction, so quality/purity is not necessarily a factor as much the fact that I took my nightly Seroquel. This experience takes place in my bedroom at my parents' house.
Experience: Okay, so to start this off, let me say that I still do not remember loading up my vape and actually hitting the spice, but just know that before this experience I was 100% coherent and everything...I just dont remember things leading up to hitting it.
I will start from the point I awoke from the dmt:
I suddenly came-to and I pulled the beanie (hat) off of my head desperately. I use a beanie-type that is pulled down over my nose to ensure that I cannot see any speck of light, enhancing the visual aspect. So I pulled it off my head and frantically looked around my room. I was laying on my bed in the wrong direction, legs hanging off the side and I kind of thought "I must have drifted to sleep," except for the fact that my head was wrapped in some type of confining object (the beanie, i later figured out). I then noticed I did not feel like myself at all, I felt as if my mind was taken out of my previous body's head and placed into another random person. This is when things get VERY weird..
As I looked around my room, EVERYTHING was coated in a yellow, plush-type of texture (think of Big Bird from Sesame Street and think of his yellow feathers coating everything). Everything that would be in my room was there...except it had this coating. For example, I use a tower fan in this room to cool me off. It was still there in the same exact place it normally is, but it had that yellow coating...along with everything else in its normal place with the same coating.
I put two and two together and came to the conclusion I was part of a HUGE psychological "trick" or "prank" as well as part of a kidnapping and put into this "mockery" of my normal room. (this is all experienced while not knowing I had smoked DMT at all). I felt like Someone or Something was using me as part of an elaborate psychological joke to test a human's experience while thinking they have been mentally transferred (it all seems so silly now, but it was more real than anything at the time) I then rushed through the thoughts of myself never returning to my original body and having to try to explain to others what had happened - Mentally being placed into another physical body. I wondered what could be done to fix this, but I realized NOTHING could fix this and that it was a possibility that I might have just gone insane. I thought about how other psychotic people couldnt explain themselves rationally and that that might be exactly what I was experiencing.
So, I stood up, walked out of my bedroom door into a hallway-type room in my house (the room was real) where stairs leading upstairs go to my parents bedroom. I thought to myself that the "kidnapper" must be upstairs, so I called out "Dad!" to see if he was there like he normally would be. A person, who did NOT sound like my dad answered casually "Yeah?" (it was around 3am). I thought that the kidnapper/creator of this SICK "joke" was going to come down the stairs and continue to do whatever he had planned. But instead, my father's familiar body came down the stairs and frantically asked me what was wrong (I must have given some insight into my state of mind).
I ignored him out of pure shock and walked back into my bedroom which was now 100% normal and not covered in yellow fuzziness. I then started to get ahold of myself, kinddd of. I walked back to my dad standing on the stairs and said "Dad, I dont know what is happening, I just woke up and...I JUST DONT KNOW!...We have to go to the hospital right now." At this point I realized that I was myself, but I still thought something extremely traumatic had happened since i ddidnt remember falling asleep and felt very odd. He then quickly, without any questions, said "alright, let me put my clothes on I'll be right down." I walked into my room to put on some clothes, still scared out of my mind.
Then it hit me. I FREAKING SMOKED DMT!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! I quickly called my dad back downstairs and said "Holy F*** Dad, I am alright. I TOTALLY forgot I had smoked DMT" (he is well aware of my extractions and my use of it, very supportive and interested in my lifestyle, actually) After telling him this, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of relief making sure I was okay. I was so embarrassed, to say the least. I then again insured him that I didnt need medical attention and kind of laughed about it.
This was BY FAR my biggest, most intensely real freakout I have ever had on psychedelics. Soon after relaxing and becoming extremely tired I realized I had taken my sleep medication, Seroquel, about 45 minutes before waking up from the spice hyperspace. I do not remember anything from the time I woke up and prior except for some things I did far before I must have smoked the spice.
Just wanted to get this out there...I am pretty tolerant when it comes to bad trips, meaning I havent felt THIS out of control and confused EVER even when having a intensely bad time; that includes high doses of traditional psychedelics. It was definitely a wake up call. The fact that I thought my consciousness was transplanted into a totally different being as an elaborate, psychological joke was so messed up. I don't know (besides the Seroquel) what could have diluted me into thinking that this was even possible in a waking state, but it felt so real during it that I did not question it more than anything else.
Spice showed me that even outside of hyperspace, it can guide/mislead you physically around in a waking state of consciousness. Just the most bizarre thing I have ever experienced. It also showed me that if people arent too careful with this stuff, it can actually be TRAUMATIC even once the trip has ended, which I never truly understood until this happened. I still get scared just recalling this incident and thank probability for my Father being conditioned (by me) to deal with people out of their mind; he really was the "grounding" object in this experience.
Also, despite my clumsy self forgetting about the Seroquel, I do feel that this experience was meant to happen and that it was spice's idea/lesson in the end. The lesson being simple, DMT is a force to be reckon with...IT CAN DO ANYTHING IT WANTS TO YOU.
A few weeks ago I made a pretty bad mistake when smoking the last 45mg of my spice stash; I took my sleep medication, Seroquel, along with my vaped spice.
Background: I have smoked a lot of DMT freebase, probably 300-400+ throughout the past year (yes I do it multiple times per night whenever I do end up doing it) and I viewed myself as pretty darn experienced for my age. The spice that was vaped was mine from an extraction, so quality/purity is not necessarily a factor as much the fact that I took my nightly Seroquel. This experience takes place in my bedroom at my parents' house.
Experience: Okay, so to start this off, let me say that I still do not remember loading up my vape and actually hitting the spice, but just know that before this experience I was 100% coherent and everything...I just dont remember things leading up to hitting it.
I will start from the point I awoke from the dmt:
I suddenly came-to and I pulled the beanie (hat) off of my head desperately. I use a beanie-type that is pulled down over my nose to ensure that I cannot see any speck of light, enhancing the visual aspect. So I pulled it off my head and frantically looked around my room. I was laying on my bed in the wrong direction, legs hanging off the side and I kind of thought "I must have drifted to sleep," except for the fact that my head was wrapped in some type of confining object (the beanie, i later figured out). I then noticed I did not feel like myself at all, I felt as if my mind was taken out of my previous body's head and placed into another random person. This is when things get VERY weird..
As I looked around my room, EVERYTHING was coated in a yellow, plush-type of texture (think of Big Bird from Sesame Street and think of his yellow feathers coating everything). Everything that would be in my room was there...except it had this coating. For example, I use a tower fan in this room to cool me off. It was still there in the same exact place it normally is, but it had that yellow coating...along with everything else in its normal place with the same coating.
I put two and two together and came to the conclusion I was part of a HUGE psychological "trick" or "prank" as well as part of a kidnapping and put into this "mockery" of my normal room. (this is all experienced while not knowing I had smoked DMT at all). I felt like Someone or Something was using me as part of an elaborate psychological joke to test a human's experience while thinking they have been mentally transferred (it all seems so silly now, but it was more real than anything at the time) I then rushed through the thoughts of myself never returning to my original body and having to try to explain to others what had happened - Mentally being placed into another physical body. I wondered what could be done to fix this, but I realized NOTHING could fix this and that it was a possibility that I might have just gone insane. I thought about how other psychotic people couldnt explain themselves rationally and that that might be exactly what I was experiencing.
So, I stood up, walked out of my bedroom door into a hallway-type room in my house (the room was real) where stairs leading upstairs go to my parents bedroom. I thought to myself that the "kidnapper" must be upstairs, so I called out "Dad!" to see if he was there like he normally would be. A person, who did NOT sound like my dad answered casually "Yeah?" (it was around 3am). I thought that the kidnapper/creator of this SICK "joke" was going to come down the stairs and continue to do whatever he had planned. But instead, my father's familiar body came down the stairs and frantically asked me what was wrong (I must have given some insight into my state of mind).
I ignored him out of pure shock and walked back into my bedroom which was now 100% normal and not covered in yellow fuzziness. I then started to get ahold of myself, kinddd of. I walked back to my dad standing on the stairs and said "Dad, I dont know what is happening, I just woke up and...I JUST DONT KNOW!...We have to go to the hospital right now." At this point I realized that I was myself, but I still thought something extremely traumatic had happened since i ddidnt remember falling asleep and felt very odd. He then quickly, without any questions, said "alright, let me put my clothes on I'll be right down." I walked into my room to put on some clothes, still scared out of my mind.
Then it hit me. I FREAKING SMOKED DMT!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! I quickly called my dad back downstairs and said "Holy F*** Dad, I am alright. I TOTALLY forgot I had smoked DMT" (he is well aware of my extractions and my use of it, very supportive and interested in my lifestyle, actually) After telling him this, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of relief making sure I was okay. I was so embarrassed, to say the least. I then again insured him that I didnt need medical attention and kind of laughed about it.
This was BY FAR my biggest, most intensely real freakout I have ever had on psychedelics. Soon after relaxing and becoming extremely tired I realized I had taken my sleep medication, Seroquel, about 45 minutes before waking up from the spice hyperspace. I do not remember anything from the time I woke up and prior except for some things I did far before I must have smoked the spice.
Just wanted to get this out there...I am pretty tolerant when it comes to bad trips, meaning I havent felt THIS out of control and confused EVER even when having a intensely bad time; that includes high doses of traditional psychedelics. It was definitely a wake up call. The fact that I thought my consciousness was transplanted into a totally different being as an elaborate, psychological joke was so messed up. I don't know (besides the Seroquel) what could have diluted me into thinking that this was even possible in a waking state, but it felt so real during it that I did not question it more than anything else.
Spice showed me that even outside of hyperspace, it can guide/mislead you physically around in a waking state of consciousness. Just the most bizarre thing I have ever experienced. It also showed me that if people arent too careful with this stuff, it can actually be TRAUMATIC even once the trip has ended, which I never truly understood until this happened. I still get scared just recalling this incident and thank probability for my Father being conditioned (by me) to deal with people out of their mind; he really was the "grounding" object in this experience.
Also, despite my clumsy self forgetting about the Seroquel, I do feel that this experience was meant to happen and that it was spice's idea/lesson in the end. The lesson being simple, DMT is a force to be reckon with...IT CAN DO ANYTHING IT WANTS TO YOU.
