Poads
Rising Star
So I had never tried DMT before, yet I attempted an extraction anyway. I half-assed the entire tek, my yield was terrible. Still, I managed to gather a few crystals that were a brilliant white in color.
Upon waking up at 5:45, I smoked a small bowl, just to help wake up. I knew my next smoke would be DMT.
At 6am, 15 minutes after waking up, I took my EHLE mini bong, like the one in the link, and filled it with fresh water:
I put in a small amount of marijuana
I gathered about half of my unweighed DMT, it felt soapy, I don't know if that's how it's supposed to feel, but that wasn't going to stop me. The other half of my DMT is still sitting on a coffee filter on my kitchen counter. I put this white mass right on top of the small amount of marijuana. It filled most of the bowl. I covered the white DMT mass with another small amount of marijuana.
Excited, I went into my room, closed the door, turned off my tv, turned on a light, sat on my bed, and held my bong in hand.
Being careful to let the flame of the lighter touch the bowl as little as possible, I took a big hit. Not a good taste. It tasted of gasoline, but it wasn't too harsh. I took a bigger hit, it wasn't as easy to hold in, but I managed. I took a third hit. After that I coughed. I still had stuff in the bowl, but that was it; I was NOT going to hit that thing again.
From here it gets a bit fuzzy, stuff might be out of order, but I'll try my best to recall.
I immediately set my bong down. My whole body, particularly my chest, began to tremble. I felt an immense energy, the like of which I had never experienced before. DAMN! Indescribable. Honestly, I felt scared, like I was out of control.
I briefly saw a greenish, purplish "mass" of something, probably out of another dimension. The only way I can describe it was divine. It was easily the "trippiest" hallucination I have yet to see. This wasn't like the visuals on shrooms where everything was distorted. This was something that was not there.
But that lasted for about 1 second. After that my shakes began to get worse. I felt like a fucking crack head. I had never freebaaed anything before, and I did not like the feeling. My whole room was discolored, and I knew I wasn't in that dimension anymore. I began to go deeper into my trip.
I saw a race of aliens, which I call the Elephant People. They are like us, but they have no mouths, and they have elephant-like trunks (smaller than an elephant's turnk) where a human's nose would go. The Elephant People have pink skin and live on a scorching sandy planet, basically a large desert. I had never met the Elephant People before trying DMT, and I'm very glad I was able to meet them.
I tripped HARD for maybe 20 or 30 seconds. After that I began to come back from my journey with the Elephant People. My room was still discolored. The walls were moving consistently and they were changing colors, particularly in the corners. I still felt scared. Like still way too out of control. I was NOT having fun. I seriously felt like a crack head, my body shivering, and I couldn't even control it. I felt like a fool with the taste of naphtha in my mouth. The energy was uncomfortable, and I didn't know how to process my trip in the slightest. Forget tripping, I just wanted to make sure I was going to be okay.
I started calling people frantically. It was 6 am though, so noone picked up. I was barely able to recognize names in my phone. I just wanted someone to talk to. I left some hilarious messages on peoples phones
"Don't do DMT. It's fucking crazy."
"Dude I'm so scared right now. I feel like a fucking crack head. I'm shivering and I can't stop."
"Don't do it"
I walked into my bathroom. I looked evil. My skin was a sickening green. I was kind of reminded of the Nameks on Dragon Ball Z. I could see the evil inside of me. I learned that I'm not just a nice "holy" person, that there is legitimate evilness inside of me. Lucky, I'm not religious, so I don't give a damn if I'm good or evil. Unfortunately, DMT showed me that deep down I'm probably not a very nice person LOL!
I returned to my room and begin moving around it, prancing at times, in a random fashion. I was making sickening noises. I felt like a damn demon. There was one part where I let out a vocal "ooooooooooooooooo" I couldn't even control it. It felt completely natural.
I began calling more people, it was now easier to work my phone. I still did not good, and I was not having fun. I still felt like a fucking crack head. Noone picked up there phone. I knew I was coming down. I was pretty happy to come down because during the trip, I was legitimately scared.
Still, my body felt wrong, like what I smoked was something I shouldn't have. It did not feel natural like smoking weed or eating mushrooms. This felt like syntheticness. I felt like I hurt myself by smoking some unnatural no no shit. I returned to my bathroom where I wanted to throw up. I dry heaved several times, but did not get more than a few drops of vomit. This is not surprising, considering my stomach was empty since it was still early morning and I had not eaten yet.
I was coming down quickly, and starting to feel better, but I still did not feel good. I called more people, finally my mom answered her phone. I was panicky, telling her I did DMT and I felt like a crack head.
Now my mom has no clue what DMT is, and she had no clue what I was talking about because she wasn't even fully awake. But she calmed me down, told me everything was going to be okay, and basically made me feel alot better. I thanked her, and I told her I love her before hanging up.
By now my trip was all but over. I still had minor visuals but they faded fast. According to my phone, I called my mom 15 minutes into the trip.
So, it was pretty fucking intense. Now I find myself trying to figure out what happened. I think the gasoline taste made me paranoid that I hurt myself by smoking something bad, which made my whole trip perspective scary, and I wasn't prepared for it.
I knew my first DMT trip would be kind of rushed. I was so excited to try it, I wanted to do it ASAP. I did the entire extraction in like 12 hours. And I did it first thing in the morning, when I knew the crystals would have frozen.
If I ever do DMT again, it won't be for awhile. I will be from a careful extraction, which I prepared with sincerity and patience. Honestly, the trip was so powerful, overwhelming, scary, and uncomfortable that I don't think I want to do it again. This was not like shrooms, which to me are fun and give me confidence. DMT stripped me down and beat me up.
Still, that initial energy was indescribable and it was incredibly divine. I might try it again someday. For now, I just want to calm down and reflect.
Upon waking up at 5:45, I smoked a small bowl, just to help wake up. I knew my next smoke would be DMT.
At 6am, 15 minutes after waking up, I took my EHLE mini bong, like the one in the link, and filled it with fresh water:
I put in a small amount of marijuana
I gathered about half of my unweighed DMT, it felt soapy, I don't know if that's how it's supposed to feel, but that wasn't going to stop me. The other half of my DMT is still sitting on a coffee filter on my kitchen counter. I put this white mass right on top of the small amount of marijuana. It filled most of the bowl. I covered the white DMT mass with another small amount of marijuana.
Excited, I went into my room, closed the door, turned off my tv, turned on a light, sat on my bed, and held my bong in hand.
Being careful to let the flame of the lighter touch the bowl as little as possible, I took a big hit. Not a good taste. It tasted of gasoline, but it wasn't too harsh. I took a bigger hit, it wasn't as easy to hold in, but I managed. I took a third hit. After that I coughed. I still had stuff in the bowl, but that was it; I was NOT going to hit that thing again.
From here it gets a bit fuzzy, stuff might be out of order, but I'll try my best to recall.
I immediately set my bong down. My whole body, particularly my chest, began to tremble. I felt an immense energy, the like of which I had never experienced before. DAMN! Indescribable. Honestly, I felt scared, like I was out of control.
I briefly saw a greenish, purplish "mass" of something, probably out of another dimension. The only way I can describe it was divine. It was easily the "trippiest" hallucination I have yet to see. This wasn't like the visuals on shrooms where everything was distorted. This was something that was not there.
But that lasted for about 1 second. After that my shakes began to get worse. I felt like a fucking crack head. I had never freebaaed anything before, and I did not like the feeling. My whole room was discolored, and I knew I wasn't in that dimension anymore. I began to go deeper into my trip.
I saw a race of aliens, which I call the Elephant People. They are like us, but they have no mouths, and they have elephant-like trunks (smaller than an elephant's turnk) where a human's nose would go. The Elephant People have pink skin and live on a scorching sandy planet, basically a large desert. I had never met the Elephant People before trying DMT, and I'm very glad I was able to meet them.
I tripped HARD for maybe 20 or 30 seconds. After that I began to come back from my journey with the Elephant People. My room was still discolored. The walls were moving consistently and they were changing colors, particularly in the corners. I still felt scared. Like still way too out of control. I was NOT having fun. I seriously felt like a crack head, my body shivering, and I couldn't even control it. I felt like a fool with the taste of naphtha in my mouth. The energy was uncomfortable, and I didn't know how to process my trip in the slightest. Forget tripping, I just wanted to make sure I was going to be okay.
I started calling people frantically. It was 6 am though, so noone picked up. I was barely able to recognize names in my phone. I just wanted someone to talk to. I left some hilarious messages on peoples phones
"Don't do DMT. It's fucking crazy."
"Dude I'm so scared right now. I feel like a fucking crack head. I'm shivering and I can't stop."
"Don't do it"
I walked into my bathroom. I looked evil. My skin was a sickening green. I was kind of reminded of the Nameks on Dragon Ball Z. I could see the evil inside of me. I learned that I'm not just a nice "holy" person, that there is legitimate evilness inside of me. Lucky, I'm not religious, so I don't give a damn if I'm good or evil. Unfortunately, DMT showed me that deep down I'm probably not a very nice person LOL!
I returned to my room and begin moving around it, prancing at times, in a random fashion. I was making sickening noises. I felt like a damn demon. There was one part where I let out a vocal "ooooooooooooooooo" I couldn't even control it. It felt completely natural.
I began calling more people, it was now easier to work my phone. I still did not good, and I was not having fun. I still felt like a fucking crack head. Noone picked up there phone. I knew I was coming down. I was pretty happy to come down because during the trip, I was legitimately scared.
Still, my body felt wrong, like what I smoked was something I shouldn't have. It did not feel natural like smoking weed or eating mushrooms. This felt like syntheticness. I felt like I hurt myself by smoking some unnatural no no shit. I returned to my bathroom where I wanted to throw up. I dry heaved several times, but did not get more than a few drops of vomit. This is not surprising, considering my stomach was empty since it was still early morning and I had not eaten yet.
I was coming down quickly, and starting to feel better, but I still did not feel good. I called more people, finally my mom answered her phone. I was panicky, telling her I did DMT and I felt like a crack head.
Now my mom has no clue what DMT is, and she had no clue what I was talking about because she wasn't even fully awake. But she calmed me down, told me everything was going to be okay, and basically made me feel alot better. I thanked her, and I told her I love her before hanging up.
By now my trip was all but over. I still had minor visuals but they faded fast. According to my phone, I called my mom 15 minutes into the trip.
So, it was pretty fucking intense. Now I find myself trying to figure out what happened. I think the gasoline taste made me paranoid that I hurt myself by smoking something bad, which made my whole trip perspective scary, and I wasn't prepared for it.
I knew my first DMT trip would be kind of rushed. I was so excited to try it, I wanted to do it ASAP. I did the entire extraction in like 12 hours. And I did it first thing in the morning, when I knew the crystals would have frozen.
If I ever do DMT again, it won't be for awhile. I will be from a careful extraction, which I prepared with sincerity and patience. Honestly, the trip was so powerful, overwhelming, scary, and uncomfortable that I don't think I want to do it again. This was not like shrooms, which to me are fun and give me confidence. DMT stripped me down and beat me up.
Still, that initial energy was indescribable and it was incredibly divine. I might try it again someday. For now, I just want to calm down and reflect.
) - no I am not condoning this behaviour, Im just saying)... and Im sure that you will too. 
