I'll start off by saying I'm glad I found this forum because I'm hoping some of you can help me understand what I went through. The only psychedelics I'd ever done in my life before DMT was a small amount of mushrooms, so this definitely was a big leap. I'd heard about DMT but I had no idea what hyperspace or anything along those lines were. I did this back in November of last year but haven't posted about it until now. They day before this breakthrough experience, my friend had a very small amount he let me smoke, on top of some weed. That small amount only made everything move, colors appear, and I felt really happy and like I was floating...but I quickly came back "down." I decided take my friend up on an offer and do DMT the next day...
Ok, the next day me and 5 of my friends decided to do DMT. Only a few of them had done a small amount, and never broken through. We had the lights off, low music playing, sitting in a circle, and a few candles lit. Three friends went before me, and they all just saw shapes, things in the room moving around, were smiling, ect. Nothing bad and no breakthrough. I was skeptical, loaded a gravity bong full of a small amount of weed and the rest DMT....my terrible experience starts here:
I pulled the gravity bong, inhaled it all, and it was the harshest grav I've ever taken. It was nothing like a harsh weed grav, I could immediately tell this was different. It hit me in the chest, and I don't even remember exhaling. The Dave Matthews song, "Where are you going" was playing and that's the last thing I remember hearing after I exhaled. All my friends voices in the room warped into one continuous ringing sound that got extremely loud.
Everything in the room went unbelievably pixelated, and swirled into a tunnel that I seemed to be getting sucked into. Then I was in a room, a hospital type room is how I would describe it. I was surrounded by creatures, the most terrifying creatures with huge fangs all staring down at me while I was laying on a metal table/bed. I can't even try to describe what the creatures were, because I still don't know how to describe them with words. At this point I had the most dreadful, hopeless feeling. It was the worst feeling I could had never imagined existed. It was a feeling like I had done something wrong, and I was so deeply sorry, but I could never make up for it. A dominant female figure staring at me from above began to form...I can distinctly remember what she looks like and I have chills just typing this. She had a huge circular face, what was a swirl of black and white, thin red lips, and very squinty eyes. She didn't say anything to me but I felt like she was judging me, and knew me. I felt like she was pure evil but I can't explain why. Suddenly, all the figures disappeared, and while I'm still laying on the metal bed, too many eyes to count all appeared above, me and surrounded me. They were all focused on me and were examining me. I was still so terrified, so scared and hopeless I can't even describe it.
Then all the visuals disappeared and I was flying through blackness...at this point I didn't know why I was here (I forgot I had done DMT). I had an even more intense feeling of dread, hopelessness, and the feeling I had done something wrong. I kept thinking I was dead, and all that existed was my soul now. I didn't even know what a human body was, or how to comprehend that. I then started thinking of my parents and how I was sorry for letting them down, and I saw them standing in front of me. (They are alive-I'm 22 by the way just to clarify) Then I slowly started coming back into my body, I felt like my body was melted, and I couldn't get any words out. It's like I didn't know what to say, or how to form words. I started to seem my friends faces in the room and had no idea who they were, and this thought scared me to death. I thought my mind had been erased, then I thought I was in a coma...I was beyond scared.
Then I remember being scared that I couldn't remember the items on the menu where I work (I'm a server), but that was good! I was coming back, I remembered my name, my job, my friends, everything in my life came flooding back and I was me again. None of my friends knew that I was having a bad experience except for one girl who said I looked terrified, eyes wide open, white face. I was able to regain my voice now and heard her talking to me...I started begging her to keep talking. I felt like her voice was pulling me back to "the real world." I was seeing the scariest things again, but in the room. Everyone had huge fangs, and there was a cat in the room that had huge fangs. Tears started rolling down my face, and I begged everyone not to do DMT again. All I could say was, "Y'all don't understand what just happened." I eventually talked in through with the girl that pulled me back to reality, and just talking about it made me feel better. I didn't sleep that night, and I was pretty scared of the dark for a while after but I'm ok now. It was really traumatic and I didn't think I'd ever be the same but I'm happy to say I can tell this story and even smile about it now. I appreciate the world I live in and the people in my life more...so that is a positive.
Later that night my friend had an experience just as bad as me...I tried to warn him but he wanted to break through. He did, and I hate he had to experience it also but at least he understands what I went through so everyone didn't think I was crazy. But his story is a story for another time...
Anyway, I'm glad I finally typed this out, because I've been meaning to. Has anyone had an experience like this? I don't think I will ever do DMT again, I just can't risk going where I went before. I'm also afraid I could go somewhere even worse, and I just can't deal with the thought of it.
Ok, the next day me and 5 of my friends decided to do DMT. Only a few of them had done a small amount, and never broken through. We had the lights off, low music playing, sitting in a circle, and a few candles lit. Three friends went before me, and they all just saw shapes, things in the room moving around, were smiling, ect. Nothing bad and no breakthrough. I was skeptical, loaded a gravity bong full of a small amount of weed and the rest DMT....my terrible experience starts here:
I pulled the gravity bong, inhaled it all, and it was the harshest grav I've ever taken. It was nothing like a harsh weed grav, I could immediately tell this was different. It hit me in the chest, and I don't even remember exhaling. The Dave Matthews song, "Where are you going" was playing and that's the last thing I remember hearing after I exhaled. All my friends voices in the room warped into one continuous ringing sound that got extremely loud.
Everything in the room went unbelievably pixelated, and swirled into a tunnel that I seemed to be getting sucked into. Then I was in a room, a hospital type room is how I would describe it. I was surrounded by creatures, the most terrifying creatures with huge fangs all staring down at me while I was laying on a metal table/bed. I can't even try to describe what the creatures were, because I still don't know how to describe them with words. At this point I had the most dreadful, hopeless feeling. It was the worst feeling I could had never imagined existed. It was a feeling like I had done something wrong, and I was so deeply sorry, but I could never make up for it. A dominant female figure staring at me from above began to form...I can distinctly remember what she looks like and I have chills just typing this. She had a huge circular face, what was a swirl of black and white, thin red lips, and very squinty eyes. She didn't say anything to me but I felt like she was judging me, and knew me. I felt like she was pure evil but I can't explain why. Suddenly, all the figures disappeared, and while I'm still laying on the metal bed, too many eyes to count all appeared above, me and surrounded me. They were all focused on me and were examining me. I was still so terrified, so scared and hopeless I can't even describe it.
Then all the visuals disappeared and I was flying through blackness...at this point I didn't know why I was here (I forgot I had done DMT). I had an even more intense feeling of dread, hopelessness, and the feeling I had done something wrong. I kept thinking I was dead, and all that existed was my soul now. I didn't even know what a human body was, or how to comprehend that. I then started thinking of my parents and how I was sorry for letting them down, and I saw them standing in front of me. (They are alive-I'm 22 by the way just to clarify) Then I slowly started coming back into my body, I felt like my body was melted, and I couldn't get any words out. It's like I didn't know what to say, or how to form words. I started to seem my friends faces in the room and had no idea who they were, and this thought scared me to death. I thought my mind had been erased, then I thought I was in a coma...I was beyond scared.
Then I remember being scared that I couldn't remember the items on the menu where I work (I'm a server), but that was good! I was coming back, I remembered my name, my job, my friends, everything in my life came flooding back and I was me again. None of my friends knew that I was having a bad experience except for one girl who said I looked terrified, eyes wide open, white face. I was able to regain my voice now and heard her talking to me...I started begging her to keep talking. I felt like her voice was pulling me back to "the real world." I was seeing the scariest things again, but in the room. Everyone had huge fangs, and there was a cat in the room that had huge fangs. Tears started rolling down my face, and I begged everyone not to do DMT again. All I could say was, "Y'all don't understand what just happened." I eventually talked in through with the girl that pulled me back to reality, and just talking about it made me feel better. I didn't sleep that night, and I was pretty scared of the dark for a while after but I'm ok now. It was really traumatic and I didn't think I'd ever be the same but I'm happy to say I can tell this story and even smile about it now. I appreciate the world I live in and the people in my life more...so that is a positive.
Later that night my friend had an experience just as bad as me...I tried to warn him but he wanted to break through. He did, and I hate he had to experience it also but at least he understands what I went through so everyone didn't think I was crazy. But his story is a story for another time...
Anyway, I'm glad I finally typed this out, because I've been meaning to. Has anyone had an experience like this? I don't think I will ever do DMT again, I just can't risk going where I went before. I'm also afraid I could go somewhere even worse, and I just can't deal with the thought of it.

Some people think DMT is more friendly, but in reality it can feel just as malevolent when treated in the same inexperienced manner. 