Friday night, a buddy and I dropped a couple hits of acid each. Great trip, had a couple friends there who weren't tripping talking with us and had a lot of fun and great laughs.
After everyone else went to bed, our peak was fading, so we decided to smoke some weed.... out of our DMT pipe. We knew that there would be a good blast of DMT oxides in there, it was actually part of the plan
. The problem ended up being, the amount of weed I smoked getting a good haul of DMT, and I don't often smoke pot.
The DMT high was great. Got absorbed into the visualizations we had going with our music on the laptop for a few minutes. The problem was, when I came back, I was so dam stoned on weed that things took a turn for the worse.
Time seemed to be at a complete stand still, I felt as though I was sitting in the same room, in an alternate reality. After a while, and talking to my buddy a bit, I realized that I was actually in this room. Something still wasn't right, I still couldn't feel time and by now, the paranoia from the pot was really starting to take hold.
The thought went through my head that I had died. Luckily, I had the mental capacity to hold my shit together and sort through it. Having someone else with a fair amount of psychedelic experience with me helped quite a bit as well. The thoughts that I was dead did not go away, but I managed to stay calm and eventually lay down and go to sleep.
This was all so intense, when I awoke on the couch downstairs in the morning, I honestly expected to be sitting on the upstairs couch, still next to my buddy, holding the pipe and lighter. It definitely made me happy to be alive and I awoke with a bit more appreciation for life.
Never again will I mix DMT and large amounts of pot.... ever.
After everyone else went to bed, our peak was fading, so we decided to smoke some weed.... out of our DMT pipe. We knew that there would be a good blast of DMT oxides in there, it was actually part of the plan
. The problem ended up being, the amount of weed I smoked getting a good haul of DMT, and I don't often smoke pot.The DMT high was great. Got absorbed into the visualizations we had going with our music on the laptop for a few minutes. The problem was, when I came back, I was so dam stoned on weed that things took a turn for the worse.
Time seemed to be at a complete stand still, I felt as though I was sitting in the same room, in an alternate reality. After a while, and talking to my buddy a bit, I realized that I was actually in this room. Something still wasn't right, I still couldn't feel time and by now, the paranoia from the pot was really starting to take hold.
The thought went through my head that I had died. Luckily, I had the mental capacity to hold my shit together and sort through it. Having someone else with a fair amount of psychedelic experience with me helped quite a bit as well. The thoughts that I was dead did not go away, but I managed to stay calm and eventually lay down and go to sleep.
This was all so intense, when I awoke on the couch downstairs in the morning, I honestly expected to be sitting on the upstairs couch, still next to my buddy, holding the pipe and lighter. It definitely made me happy to be alive and I awoke with a bit more appreciation for life.
Never again will I mix DMT and large amounts of pot.... ever.
