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Trip Report – November 26, 2025
Substance: DMT (vaporized, 25mg)
Setting: Living room couch, low lights, TV on, music playing and vibing
Cat: Gracie, interdimensional security chief
Ignition
Deep inhale → hold → exhale.
TV instantly turns into a violent red-white strobing portal. Audio skips like a broken record.
Brief 3–4 second spike of panic (“What the fuck?!”). Hands fumble like bricks trying to power on headphones; motor skills already gone.
Then it hits me: this is launch. Panic flips to laughter. Headphones finally slide on.
Breakthrough
One single moment: the high-pitched carrier wave screams, and riding right on top of it is Her voice (unmistakably feminine, pure loving tone, no words). That’s the only time I hear Her tonight, but it’s enough. I know it’s a She.
Jaw drops, face freezes, pupils blow wide open. Body locks. I’m shot through the
chrysanthemum at light speed.
The Space
I land inside a living Pixar / Toy Story universe, 4-D and breathing.
My bookshelf books are suddenly huge, blocky, glowing refrigerator-sized toys. The entire apartment has become a benevolent, playful, cartoon-bright toy-box dimension. Every surface is rounded, saturated, bounce-lit, pulsing with joy.
I’m Andy shrunk down in my own room, surrounded by living objects that love me. No entities, no voices now, just pure childlike wonder and safety. The message is wordless but deafening:
“This is what reality looks like when you turn the joy all the way back up.”
Re-entry
Land soft. TV normal. Reggae flowing through headphones. Body buzzing with warm sunlight.
Gracie begins her hour-long security sweep.
Re-entry & Immediate Aftermath
Land soft on the couch. TV normal. Reggae flowing. Body absolutely buzzing with sunlight.
The inspiration hits like a freight train:
I am completely reborn.
In that moment I decide to revamp every social media channel tonight—new handles, new bios, new mission.
I grab my phone, set the mushroom + plate logo, write the bio, and schedule the first official “I’m back” post for tomorrow morning.
Then I drop the raw truth post on my personal Facebook.
Within minutes the love avalanche begins: 40+ reactions at 2 a.m., Oscar DM, Samantha, Ixtlan, Darryn, old friends, Gary Busey-Colby meme. The village feels the shockwave instantly.
Integration Notes
That single moment of Her voice on the carrier wave was the ignition switch for everything that followed.
Brief panic + headphone struggle = last twitch of the old timeline.
TV-to-Pixar portal was the preview screening of the new life.
Gracie needed an hour to confirm the apartment wasn’t still a Toy Story set.
Final Takeaway
She didn’t just give me a trip.
She hit the reset button on my entire life in 15 minutes, turned my living room into Pixar, reminded me joy is my default setting, and handed me the launch codes.
I used them immediately.
Strength After Struggle is no longer a plan.
It’s live, scheduled, and glowing.
I’m home.
And She’s riding shotgun forever.
Thank you, Ma’am.
Happy Thanksgiving indeed.
Substance: DMT (vaporized, 25mg)
Setting: Living room couch, low lights, TV on, music playing and vibing
Cat: Gracie, interdimensional security chief
Ignition
Deep inhale → hold → exhale.
TV instantly turns into a violent red-white strobing portal. Audio skips like a broken record.
Brief 3–4 second spike of panic (“What the fuck?!”). Hands fumble like bricks trying to power on headphones; motor skills already gone.
Then it hits me: this is launch. Panic flips to laughter. Headphones finally slide on.
Breakthrough
One single moment: the high-pitched carrier wave screams, and riding right on top of it is Her voice (unmistakably feminine, pure loving tone, no words). That’s the only time I hear Her tonight, but it’s enough. I know it’s a She.
Jaw drops, face freezes, pupils blow wide open. Body locks. I’m shot through the
chrysanthemum at light speed.
The Space
I land inside a living Pixar / Toy Story universe, 4-D and breathing.
My bookshelf books are suddenly huge, blocky, glowing refrigerator-sized toys. The entire apartment has become a benevolent, playful, cartoon-bright toy-box dimension. Every surface is rounded, saturated, bounce-lit, pulsing with joy.
I’m Andy shrunk down in my own room, surrounded by living objects that love me. No entities, no voices now, just pure childlike wonder and safety. The message is wordless but deafening:
“This is what reality looks like when you turn the joy all the way back up.”
Re-entry
Land soft. TV normal. Reggae flowing through headphones. Body buzzing with warm sunlight.
Gracie begins her hour-long security sweep.
Re-entry & Immediate Aftermath
Land soft on the couch. TV normal. Reggae flowing. Body absolutely buzzing with sunlight.
The inspiration hits like a freight train:
I am completely reborn.
In that moment I decide to revamp every social media channel tonight—new handles, new bios, new mission.
I grab my phone, set the mushroom + plate logo, write the bio, and schedule the first official “I’m back” post for tomorrow morning.
Then I drop the raw truth post on my personal Facebook.
Within minutes the love avalanche begins: 40+ reactions at 2 a.m., Oscar DM, Samantha, Ixtlan, Darryn, old friends, Gary Busey-Colby meme. The village feels the shockwave instantly.
Integration Notes
That single moment of Her voice on the carrier wave was the ignition switch for everything that followed.
Brief panic + headphone struggle = last twitch of the old timeline.
TV-to-Pixar portal was the preview screening of the new life.
Gracie needed an hour to confirm the apartment wasn’t still a Toy Story set.
Final Takeaway
She didn’t just give me a trip.
She hit the reset button on my entire life in 15 minutes, turned my living room into Pixar, reminded me joy is my default setting, and handed me the launch codes.
I used them immediately.
Strength After Struggle is no longer a plan.
It’s live, scheduled, and glowing.
I’m home.
And She’s riding shotgun forever.
Thank you, Ma’am.
Happy Thanksgiving indeed.
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