has anyone else had any experiences simmelar to the following: I smoked a big hit of some freshly extracted yellow crystals. They were alot yellower then the previous ones, but to the point: I smoked them all up in one hit, and as I sat back in my desk chair it felt good to put the pipe down. So, the usual ensued. That kind of fractal, crystaline medusa liquid, as i've heard it called, oozed out of the back of my eyelids and I was away. The track I had playing from my sequencer was called ' the big step ' and had a reversed vocal sample in it. My friend james, from first year of uni saying 'Rhienneheiz-kabut!' with a german accent. Reversed, this says, in a strange way, Duuh Biig Step! anyhoo, to the point, as I opened my eyes, the CEVs I was enjoying were transponsed onto everything in the room. I.E Everything in the room appeared to have eminated from my closed eye visuals. As If it came out of hyperspace. The objects and blocks of colours zoomed into place like out of a cheezy gameshow, blockbusters or something. Almost As If I controled the closed eye visuals somehow, I would easilly have been able to define and control what appeared in my room. Blocks of colours on my wall hanging zoomed into place, as did speakers, desks, and all the other random objects in my room. They maintained their curious 'cartoonesque' appearance i've sometimes seen on acid. I admired my hands and legs for 30 seconds or so... though my sense of time at this point was completely screwed. I realised how I was one of these entities too, I was no different from a speaker, a desk, etc. They were all asmuch alive as I was. then I felt embarressed for having been smoking. (I quit a while ago, but recently relapsed a little. ) Then, asif on auto pilot, the only thing to do was cough it out, into an old coffee cup. horrible. then, simmelarly automatically, I sat as a child in the corner of the classroom for a while. I was embarressed infront of the objects in my room. I then started tidying, still utilizing the warped sense of time DMT gives you, and doing everything very quickly. I picked up my guitar half way through and began to play some tunes. a nice floaty melody that I vaugely recognised from somewhere... I ptu the guitar down, and noticed how every object was fairly sexual, which made sense if they were all living. Dmt has a sexuality to it anyway, its very smoothe, liquid, bubbly, sexua. Like an oozing, undulating wall of fat woman's breasts, squirming and writhing around. madness. Anyone reported a simmelar experience? objects in your room becoming alive, made out of the CEV's ?
but then again, i've only met them once.
