(This technically isn't a story about hyperspace.)
Yesterday I took DMT for the first time. During the second attempt I was snapped out of my hallucinations by the sharp sound of my father’s keys. He had stopped in from work, being a local mailman (later he said he just felt he needed to stop in). I just recently began living with him again. I had not lived with him since my parents separated when I was 10 years old. I’m 28 years old now. So, at first I was a little scared of getting “caught” despite being a grown adult! But that quickly shifted and without having to think about it much I open my bedroom door and ran out to him. First he was a little startled, understandably! But he’s 66 years old and knows how to spot someone under the influence of a hallucinogen!
After a few moments of allowing him to see that I was okay, I gave him a huge hug and began weeping. I told him, “I haven’t hugged you in so long.” We both instantly realized the meaning of this. Although we have hugged and seen each other over the past 18 years (and I've been living here for nearly a year) we both knew there was something between us; a fear of loss preventing us from fully loving one another as father and son. So, DMT allowed me to truly hug my father for the first time in 18 years.
Since I was very much still under the influence of DMT I wasn't sure if any of this actually happened because he had to go back to work! Distraught, I wandered outside for a bit. Then I remembered he gave me some scratch-off lottery tickets before he left (it's a routine with us). I thrust my hand into my pocket to find them. Concrete evidence it had all truly happened. I sat in the grass and listened to the birds and squirrels until I fully came down. 18 years of repression and separation vaporized in an instant.
Yesterday I took DMT for the first time. During the second attempt I was snapped out of my hallucinations by the sharp sound of my father’s keys. He had stopped in from work, being a local mailman (later he said he just felt he needed to stop in). I just recently began living with him again. I had not lived with him since my parents separated when I was 10 years old. I’m 28 years old now. So, at first I was a little scared of getting “caught” despite being a grown adult! But that quickly shifted and without having to think about it much I open my bedroom door and ran out to him. First he was a little startled, understandably! But he’s 66 years old and knows how to spot someone under the influence of a hallucinogen!
After a few moments of allowing him to see that I was okay, I gave him a huge hug and began weeping. I told him, “I haven’t hugged you in so long.” We both instantly realized the meaning of this. Although we have hugged and seen each other over the past 18 years (and I've been living here for nearly a year) we both knew there was something between us; a fear of loss preventing us from fully loving one another as father and son. So, DMT allowed me to truly hug my father for the first time in 18 years.
Since I was very much still under the influence of DMT I wasn't sure if any of this actually happened because he had to go back to work! Distraught, I wandered outside for a bit. Then I remembered he gave me some scratch-off lottery tickets before he left (it's a routine with us). I thrust my hand into my pocket to find them. Concrete evidence it had all truly happened. I sat in the grass and listened to the birds and squirrels until I fully came down. 18 years of repression and separation vaporized in an instant.
