maotsetung
Rising Star
Well SWIM and a couple friends decided to give DMT a shot and it had to have been one of the most rattling experiences SWIM ever had their life! I'm not sure how much SWIM and friends took, but SWIM packed quite a bit of it in and kept smoking for about 5-6 monster hits and held the last one in until their head started buzzing.
The buzzing was pretty terrifying and SWIM had to give himself a couple reminders that "things are gonna be back to normal after SWIM just rides this out, no turning back now". One weird thing about the buzzing was that it seemed so familiar, but not in a comforting way, almost like a suppressed memory.
After the initial buzzing SWIM found a way to maneuver my pipe to the nightstand(which was quite an ordeal in his state), slid under the covers and closed his eyes. This was when SWIM begin questioning the amount he smoked, all the while being propelled down some colorful tunnel lined with these 'living patterns'. SWIM was pretty OK with this whole colorful journey he was having for a few minutes until things started getting impossibly weird. Further down this tunnel, the patterns started turning into eyes and SWIM had this paralyzing feeling that he was surrounded. SWIM gasped out loud, his eyes sprung open, and the whole room was filled with what he could only describe as amorphous ghosts swimming through the air passing in and out of walls. The room also had this strange "futuristic" feeling to it, something about the architecture was enhanced, he couldn't really describe it.
What shook SWIM up the most was what happened next as he was staring at the ceiling trying to ignore all these ghosts. SWIM was shown the most detailed agonizing Christ figure, an emotionless and almost condescending Buddha, and as they moved away into his periphery vision a mean looking demon/alligator with a human-ish face kinda hologrammed out of the ceiling at him. It didn't touch him or anything like that, just glared at SWIM like he wasn't supposed to be there and was intruding. This went on for about a good 3 minutes or so until the figures all started fading. SWIM couldn't do much but lay there terrified debating whether or not he should sprint for the door.
Once SWIM was sure he was back on solid ground he couldn't stop talking/thinking about it. SWIM found out that all of his buddies were a little more cautious with their doses, didn't even come close to breaking through, and didn't really have much to report back afterward when we all met up back at the dinner table to discuss it. SWIM just sat there chainsmoking for about an hour while talking everyone's ear off about the ridiculous shit he just saw.
SWIM is not sure if he's interested in trying this stuff again any time soon, but SWIM is certainly not sorry he did because it was one hell of a ride. Despite the fact that the visions/archetypes SWIM saw may seem a bit cliche, he still can't get over how profound, emotionally evocative, and eerily invasive they all were.
The buzzing was pretty terrifying and SWIM had to give himself a couple reminders that "things are gonna be back to normal after SWIM just rides this out, no turning back now". One weird thing about the buzzing was that it seemed so familiar, but not in a comforting way, almost like a suppressed memory.
After the initial buzzing SWIM found a way to maneuver my pipe to the nightstand(which was quite an ordeal in his state), slid under the covers and closed his eyes. This was when SWIM begin questioning the amount he smoked, all the while being propelled down some colorful tunnel lined with these 'living patterns'. SWIM was pretty OK with this whole colorful journey he was having for a few minutes until things started getting impossibly weird. Further down this tunnel, the patterns started turning into eyes and SWIM had this paralyzing feeling that he was surrounded. SWIM gasped out loud, his eyes sprung open, and the whole room was filled with what he could only describe as amorphous ghosts swimming through the air passing in and out of walls. The room also had this strange "futuristic" feeling to it, something about the architecture was enhanced, he couldn't really describe it.
What shook SWIM up the most was what happened next as he was staring at the ceiling trying to ignore all these ghosts. SWIM was shown the most detailed agonizing Christ figure, an emotionless and almost condescending Buddha, and as they moved away into his periphery vision a mean looking demon/alligator with a human-ish face kinda hologrammed out of the ceiling at him. It didn't touch him or anything like that, just glared at SWIM like he wasn't supposed to be there and was intruding. This went on for about a good 3 minutes or so until the figures all started fading. SWIM couldn't do much but lay there terrified debating whether or not he should sprint for the door.
Once SWIM was sure he was back on solid ground he couldn't stop talking/thinking about it. SWIM found out that all of his buddies were a little more cautious with their doses, didn't even come close to breaking through, and didn't really have much to report back afterward when we all met up back at the dinner table to discuss it. SWIM just sat there chainsmoking for about an hour while talking everyone's ear off about the ridiculous shit he just saw.
SWIM is not sure if he's interested in trying this stuff again any time soon, but SWIM is certainly not sorry he did because it was one hell of a ride. Despite the fact that the visions/archetypes SWIM saw may seem a bit cliche, he still can't get over how profound, emotionally evocative, and eerily invasive they all were.