I visited the court of The DMT King (I have to write it in caps, don't ask why), and obviously I was interrupting something or otherwise intruding. He was like, "oh so you came back for more, eh? well I'll give it to you" (at this point, for some reason I had a feeling I had been there before, like deja vu) Then The King proceeded to shatter my mind into tiny pieces and show me what it was made from.
Then things got a little crazy. I'm not sure what happened, monsters, royal servants ordered to slap me around, things were getting scary so I decided to open my eyes, which usually returns me to reality. Oh no, it doesn't work. I see the real world but the trip goes on. I get stuck in some kind of a time loop, the same things happen again and again and again, for eternity. I realize The DMT King has cursed me and I will be spending the rest of my life like this.
I start to panic. From somewhere I hear the laughter of The DMT King, saying, "do you still question my power?" I try to answer, no I don't, I submit to you, please have mercy my lord! But I cannot speak. Eventually the time loop breaks, but still the effects continue. I'm completely convinced I will be spending the rest of my live with severe HPPD, with visuals all around me.
Then eventually they start to wane and I start to believe maybe I will survive this after all. My girlfriend is sitting next to me, talking to me in a calming manner. I gradually come down, and yet again I feel DMT has taught me a valuable lesson.
This was quite a heavy dose of DMT. I'm not going to try a dose of this scale again very soon.
Then things got a little crazy. I'm not sure what happened, monsters, royal servants ordered to slap me around, things were getting scary so I decided to open my eyes, which usually returns me to reality. Oh no, it doesn't work. I see the real world but the trip goes on. I get stuck in some kind of a time loop, the same things happen again and again and again, for eternity. I realize The DMT King has cursed me and I will be spending the rest of my life like this.
I start to panic. From somewhere I hear the laughter of The DMT King, saying, "do you still question my power?" I try to answer, no I don't, I submit to you, please have mercy my lord! But I cannot speak. Eventually the time loop breaks, but still the effects continue. I'm completely convinced I will be spending the rest of my live with severe HPPD, with visuals all around me.
Then eventually they start to wane and I start to believe maybe I will survive this after all. My girlfriend is sitting next to me, talking to me in a calming manner. I gradually come down, and yet again I feel DMT has taught me a valuable lesson.
This was quite a heavy dose of DMT. I'm not going to try a dose of this scale again very soon.