Ok, so this is how I take it, correct me if I'm wrong.  Most of these shut off stories or "scoldings" for lack of a better term seem to me that they're really only like a bartender cutting you off.

Friendly neighborhood bar, been going there for years, know everyone etc.  Either one night you get trashed, or over time you sink in a little deeper than what synchs with everyone's comfort zone and they cut you off, tell you to get your **** calibrated because you're getting sloppy?

That's how it sounds to me.

Here's where I'm going with this.  If that is infact the case, then that adds to this "hyperspace" as you people call it, being some sort of actual place, with actual minds.  Because I know with xannax for example, "they" dont cut you off or black out the high, you find out you did too much when you wake up in your car after driving through the front of a pizza shop, or waking up to everyone you know hating you all of a sudden.

Kratom has a ceiling, you just puke.  Saliva, people just dont like.  What is it about this dmt where "it" actually shuts the doors to the theatre and tells you to go away?

That is a very interesting little aspect about dmt trip reports in my opinion. Pretty unique to just that molecule.