Reptileinyourhead
Esteemed member
Hello hello.
I’ll get to the point, like many here, once faced with the utter realism of the dmt space, I feel compelled to get the experience off my chest.
Three puffs from a vape pen and the world quickly changed, the most prominent sensation was a heaviness in my head, an incredible squeezing that kept getting tighter.
I panicked, I was convinced that I could not survive this, I still had some memory of a body then and I sat up in bed and opened my eyes, only fast changing fractals which gave me the sense of a shrinking space.
There was no presence, no tunnel, no world, I felt completely alone and I couldn’t ward off the sensation of looming death.
The discomfort became so great that I truly, with no doubt at all, expected to blink out of existence any second.
The pressure ever increased and I still existed and a new thought appeared, that I may instead inhabit this state of being forever, and surely be driven mad by the intensity of it.
At the darkest moment I saw the faint outline of my bedroom window, I was intently staring out of it, and I snapped back to semi reality and realized I was shaking my fist towards the ceiling saying “you son of a bitch, you son of a bitch” as if i knew the entity responsible for my experience.
I stood by the window cursing for a minute and a second wave hit me and tried to pull me back into that space but I resisted, I didn’t want to go back there.
Soon after I layed down and fell asleep.
Anyone experience something similar?
I’ll get to the point, like many here, once faced with the utter realism of the dmt space, I feel compelled to get the experience off my chest.
Three puffs from a vape pen and the world quickly changed, the most prominent sensation was a heaviness in my head, an incredible squeezing that kept getting tighter.
I panicked, I was convinced that I could not survive this, I still had some memory of a body then and I sat up in bed and opened my eyes, only fast changing fractals which gave me the sense of a shrinking space.
There was no presence, no tunnel, no world, I felt completely alone and I couldn’t ward off the sensation of looming death.
The discomfort became so great that I truly, with no doubt at all, expected to blink out of existence any second.
The pressure ever increased and I still existed and a new thought appeared, that I may instead inhabit this state of being forever, and surely be driven mad by the intensity of it.
At the darkest moment I saw the faint outline of my bedroom window, I was intently staring out of it, and I snapped back to semi reality and realized I was shaking my fist towards the ceiling saying “you son of a bitch, you son of a bitch” as if i knew the entity responsible for my experience.
I stood by the window cursing for a minute and a second wave hit me and tried to pull me back into that space but I resisted, I didn’t want to go back there.
Soon after I layed down and fell asleep.
Anyone experience something similar?
