Back then, around 2014 or 2015, I was just hanging around aimlessly all day, smoking a ton of weed and listening to psytrance all day long. Then this track came on with a vocal sample where a man's voice said something like: "I remember as I smoked dimtimtrim for the very first time...", and I wondered what the hell he was smoking. I hadn't been to a party in ages, so I had no connection to the "scene" (if such a thing even exists).
After rewinding several times and listening more closely, I finally caught the word "DMT," so I sat straight down at my keyboard, typed it in, and almost fell off my chair. In that moment, a new universe opened up to me and I knew instantly: I want this DMT!
Actually, everyone I dealt with had some kind of connection to drugs in one form or another, but nobody could make sense of those three letters—maybe they had heard of it, but certainly had never taken it. It took over a year before I finally, through ten different connections and only because I was annoying everyone about it, had my first crumbs in my hand. But was it really the real thing? I got it from an acquaintance, who in turn got it from someone who apparently knew someone. No one could tell me if it was truly what I wanted, so it took a while longer until the day came when it tormented me so much that I just put it in the bong and smoked it—whatever, if I end up smoking some crap and die from it, then that's what I wanted anyway.
But in the first moment, it was clear that it was what I had been looking for; it felt so familiar to me. Either because I had read so much about it in the meantime and recognized it, or for some other reason—doesn't matter, I had what I wanted and it was good.
Minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed completely stunned, and I knew that my life was going to be a bit different now, at least because I had to figure out how to source more of it. Somehow it worked, and I won't go into detail about that, but I was always dependent on others for it. Nonetheless, in the 10 years since that moment, I have taken quite a lot of DMT and learned a lot in the process, and now I am at the point where I need to become independent, so I have finally registered. So: Hi.
After rewinding several times and listening more closely, I finally caught the word "DMT," so I sat straight down at my keyboard, typed it in, and almost fell off my chair. In that moment, a new universe opened up to me and I knew instantly: I want this DMT!
Actually, everyone I dealt with had some kind of connection to drugs in one form or another, but nobody could make sense of those three letters—maybe they had heard of it, but certainly had never taken it. It took over a year before I finally, through ten different connections and only because I was annoying everyone about it, had my first crumbs in my hand. But was it really the real thing? I got it from an acquaintance, who in turn got it from someone who apparently knew someone. No one could tell me if it was truly what I wanted, so it took a while longer until the day came when it tormented me so much that I just put it in the bong and smoked it—whatever, if I end up smoking some crap and die from it, then that's what I wanted anyway.
But in the first moment, it was clear that it was what I had been looking for; it felt so familiar to me. Either because I had read so much about it in the meantime and recognized it, or for some other reason—doesn't matter, I had what I wanted and it was good.
Minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed completely stunned, and I knew that my life was going to be a bit different now, at least because I had to figure out how to source more of it. Somehow it worked, and I won't go into detail about that, but I was always dependent on others for it. Nonetheless, in the 10 years since that moment, I have taken quite a lot of DMT and learned a lot in the process, and now I am at the point where I need to become independent, so I have finally registered. So: Hi.
