SWIM first learned about DMT last August while visiting an old friend in Vegas. SWIM read parts of DMT: The Spirit Molecule and became very interested. Being a recreational drug user, SWIM was determined to try this elusive chemical at least once in his life. A few days ago a successful extraction was performed using Q21's tek. While waiting for the solvent to evap, all five of SWIM's roommates came in the room where he was and started asking questions about what he was doing. They were all filled with excitement when they heard that it was DMT, because almost all of them knew about it but were never able to get their hands on it.
After the solvent was completely evaporated, everyone went to the same room to witness SWIM's first blastoff. SWIM was sitting on a couch when he took his first hit. After exhaling, SWIM heard one of the roommates say "It smells like fucking crackheads breath." Immediately after exhaling, SWIM took another rip and held the vapor in as long as possible. SWIM started feeling the effects within a few seconds, and looking around the room he could see the faces of everyone else start warping, almost as if they had four sets of eyes with the skin on their faces moving sort of like a conveyor belt. The next thing SWIM remembers is a wave of sickness. He started dry heaving and felt like vomiting so he ran over to the sink. The only thing that was running through SWIMs head was "Why the fuck did I just do this?" SWIM regretted smoking it and just wanted the feeling to be over. In a few moments things changed for the better. With SWIM's eyes closed he started seeing the most beautiful and amazing patterns of bright vivid colors. SWIM made his way over to the bed in the room and fell on it face first. SWIM remembers hearing "It smells like fucking crackheads breath" again followed by another voice yelling "WHAT THE FUUUCK IS GOING ON." SWIMS roommates curiosity got the best of them and all five tried it out while SWIM was still tripping. When SWIM came back he saw everyone else all over the room tripping out. Everyone else came back soon after and they were all talking about how amazing the experience was.
The next day SWIM decided to give it another try in a different environment. SWIM wanted to take a bigger dose this time, but without a microgram scale he had to resort to "eyeing the dose out". The first hit wasn't very big, but by the time SWIM exhaled he was already feeling the effects. SWIM decided to take another huge hit, and right after he noticed that the intensity of this trip couldn't even be compared to the previous night. SWIM was told that his face turned into a look of extreme fear and just curled up into a ball. Moments later he started dry heaving, and at this point SWIM was surrounded by a yellow light. Then SWIM's universe completely dissolved and time didn't exist any more. There was also an absence of any visuals whatsoever. SWIM was broken down into nothingness. His emotions and feelings were gone, and SWIM thought this is what it must be like to be dead. After what felt like an eternity, SWIM was able to open his eyes and realize he was coming back. He was so relieved that he was alive. Every breath SWIM took felt felt amazing because breathing meant that he was alive. When SWIM was completely back he had a new appreciation for life. For SWIM, it never felt so good to be alive. He had a new appreciation for life and realized that he took so much for granted.
SWIM decided he would defiantly try some spice again, but for now to just give it a break. Life seemed different after the trip, and SWIM realized that there was so much more to life than he realized. He has no regrets, but the second trip made him realize that DMT is not a drug to be fucked around with.
After the solvent was completely evaporated, everyone went to the same room to witness SWIM's first blastoff. SWIM was sitting on a couch when he took his first hit. After exhaling, SWIM heard one of the roommates say "It smells like fucking crackheads breath." Immediately after exhaling, SWIM took another rip and held the vapor in as long as possible. SWIM started feeling the effects within a few seconds, and looking around the room he could see the faces of everyone else start warping, almost as if they had four sets of eyes with the skin on their faces moving sort of like a conveyor belt. The next thing SWIM remembers is a wave of sickness. He started dry heaving and felt like vomiting so he ran over to the sink. The only thing that was running through SWIMs head was "Why the fuck did I just do this?" SWIM regretted smoking it and just wanted the feeling to be over. In a few moments things changed for the better. With SWIM's eyes closed he started seeing the most beautiful and amazing patterns of bright vivid colors. SWIM made his way over to the bed in the room and fell on it face first. SWIM remembers hearing "It smells like fucking crackheads breath" again followed by another voice yelling "WHAT THE FUUUCK IS GOING ON." SWIMS roommates curiosity got the best of them and all five tried it out while SWIM was still tripping. When SWIM came back he saw everyone else all over the room tripping out. Everyone else came back soon after and they were all talking about how amazing the experience was.
The next day SWIM decided to give it another try in a different environment. SWIM wanted to take a bigger dose this time, but without a microgram scale he had to resort to "eyeing the dose out". The first hit wasn't very big, but by the time SWIM exhaled he was already feeling the effects. SWIM decided to take another huge hit, and right after he noticed that the intensity of this trip couldn't even be compared to the previous night. SWIM was told that his face turned into a look of extreme fear and just curled up into a ball. Moments later he started dry heaving, and at this point SWIM was surrounded by a yellow light. Then SWIM's universe completely dissolved and time didn't exist any more. There was also an absence of any visuals whatsoever. SWIM was broken down into nothingness. His emotions and feelings were gone, and SWIM thought this is what it must be like to be dead. After what felt like an eternity, SWIM was able to open his eyes and realize he was coming back. He was so relieved that he was alive. Every breath SWIM took felt felt amazing because breathing meant that he was alive. When SWIM was completely back he had a new appreciation for life. For SWIM, it never felt so good to be alive. He had a new appreciation for life and realized that he took so much for granted.
SWIM decided he would defiantly try some spice again, but for now to just give it a break. Life seemed different after the trip, and SWIM realized that there was so much more to life than he realized. He has no regrets, but the second trip made him realize that DMT is not a drug to be fucked around with.
