owsley
Rising Star
Unsatisfied with my first few doses of 30-50mg, I decided to dose 70mg. I loaded the spice up in my bong in a mullein/spice/mullein configuration. I then started inhaling, I managed 4 hits completely clearing the dose from the bowl. From then on things got intense. The familiar ringing sound was not there, nothing audible to ease me into the trip was there at all and I was completely blown out of this reality.
I remember being blasted through a corridor full of windows and being spun around, memories of childhood and faces I'd not thought about in years suddenly flashed in front of me. I thought I couldn't breathe so I opened my eyes expecting to be able to anchor myself back in the room....nothing was visible.
A clown dropped down on the left side of my vision and exploded like a ripple, sending mirrored images of himself out behind him like a camera facing a monitor of its own output. He was laughing playfully, it seemed too real to be drug-induced. Suddenly I thought "DMT" but I forgot all meaning of the word and shouted for my roommate.
He tried to open my door which was locked. I somehow got up off my bed and unlocked the door expecting to be able to feel safe and embrace the safety a familiar presence would offer, only he shouted back that the door was still locked. I panicked, the clown was no longer visible but the confusion of not knowing why he couldn't open the door led me into a spiral of anxiety which manifested itself as a black hole sucking the few parts of reality that I could see into it. I realised that I'd forgot to unlock the second lock, as I did I grabbed my roommate and tried to speak, I forgot all language.
Thankfully he knew how to handle the situation and explained to me that I was on DMT and that it would be over very soon. These words brought on a wave of relaxation and I regained the ability to form calm thoughts so I thought "embrace it". For the remainder of the trip I lay on the floor basking in the beauty constantly reminding myself that I was on a drug.
The outcome of this experience? I've realised that a breakthrough is intensely powerful enough to make you forget everything you thought you could take with you into the trip. The fear of not knowing what drug I was on and the feeling of isolation from not having a sitter led to a recursive series of bad thoughts each more unsettling that the last. The thing I like about LSD is the come up is spread out and it's a few hours before you peak so you have plenty of time to remind yourself that you're on a drug thus making it easier to handle. The sheer speed at which DMT peaks doesn't afford you that ability. Proper mental preperation and a comforting sitter are a must, for me at least. DMT is a teacher and this was a difficult lesson.
Edit: I've come to realize after the replies this thread received that this was a sub-breakthrough dose, hence the fear was a result of not being complety stripped of ego.
I remember being blasted through a corridor full of windows and being spun around, memories of childhood and faces I'd not thought about in years suddenly flashed in front of me. I thought I couldn't breathe so I opened my eyes expecting to be able to anchor myself back in the room....nothing was visible.
A clown dropped down on the left side of my vision and exploded like a ripple, sending mirrored images of himself out behind him like a camera facing a monitor of its own output. He was laughing playfully, it seemed too real to be drug-induced. Suddenly I thought "DMT" but I forgot all meaning of the word and shouted for my roommate.
He tried to open my door which was locked. I somehow got up off my bed and unlocked the door expecting to be able to feel safe and embrace the safety a familiar presence would offer, only he shouted back that the door was still locked. I panicked, the clown was no longer visible but the confusion of not knowing why he couldn't open the door led me into a spiral of anxiety which manifested itself as a black hole sucking the few parts of reality that I could see into it. I realised that I'd forgot to unlock the second lock, as I did I grabbed my roommate and tried to speak, I forgot all language.
Thankfully he knew how to handle the situation and explained to me that I was on DMT and that it would be over very soon. These words brought on a wave of relaxation and I regained the ability to form calm thoughts so I thought "embrace it". For the remainder of the trip I lay on the floor basking in the beauty constantly reminding myself that I was on a drug.
The outcome of this experience? I've realised that a breakthrough is intensely powerful enough to make you forget everything you thought you could take with you into the trip. The fear of not knowing what drug I was on and the feeling of isolation from not having a sitter led to a recursive series of bad thoughts each more unsettling that the last. The thing I like about LSD is the come up is spread out and it's a few hours before you peak so you have plenty of time to remind yourself that you're on a drug thus making it easier to handle. The sheer speed at which DMT peaks doesn't afford you that ability. Proper mental preperation and a comforting sitter are a must, for me at least. DMT is a teacher and this was a difficult lesson.
Edit: I've come to realize after the replies this thread received that this was a sub-breakthrough dose, hence the fear was a result of not being complety stripped of ego.