Nakes
Rising Star
So, the I just had the strangest DMT trip of my life. This was my first time trying my enhanced mullien (50:50) out with my GVG. I put 140mg because I have a kinda high natural tolerance. I take one huge inhale, hold, exhale, and suddenly get a jolt throughout my spine, going up to the top of my head. I immediately laid back and put down the pipe. I remember laying on my bed waiting for something to happen, and I remember thinking to myself all I was going to get was this shitty headache and no breakthrough, because it felt like forever without anything really happening.
Next thing I know I get these horrible mouth sensations. It felt kinda like insects were crawling out of my mouth, or the sensation of moving things that kinda sting in my mouth and on my tonge. I also had a really horrible taste in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was hearing voices telling me to vomit, or at least suggesting the idea of vomiting. They were also projected in the visuals, as I looked at my posters (I have a lot in my room) they were all somehow animated with a vomiting theme, I guess you could say. I even saw like arrows pointing towards my door as an indication I should probably get up and puke. Aside from the extremely weird mouth sensations going on, I decided to stick tight because this was too good, and I probably was in no shape to be moving anywhere.
Here's where it gets weird. When the room stopped being a hellish rollercoaster ride trying to get me to puke, everything seemed mostly normal again. I remember looking at my hands, something I usually do on the comedown of my trips. I find my own hands to be usually very fascinating while on DMT. They were very sweaty, almost soaked in sweat. They were definitely human, but did not look like my hands at all. I had really nice music playing, and I remember seeing my hands dancing to the music. It was like they were possessed by someone or something else. I simply watched my own two hands dancing gracefully in complete synchronization to the music. It was like watching two doves flying around elegantly. It really felt like something magical was happening. I simply observed and put what felt to me like absolutely no effort into it. It was completely surreal, and it was happening in my own bedroom. They did this for what felt like a few minutes at least, and it was all perfectly synchronized all the way up to the end of the song. The song ended very abruptly and I remember being completely in awe after it all. I can't emphasize the magical feeling of the whole thing enough, mostly because it happened in my own room. Something happened.
Here's the really fucked up part. I laid there for a while, thinking about what the hell just happened. I remember turning to my laptop in hopes of typing what I had just witnessed, but I realized I was far too high to do that. Then, all of a sudden, I fell into a different state of being. It was like I awoke from a dream, and the song that I had put on originally was still playing, and only a few minutes in. Before I "woke up" the song that was currently playing had finished, and the next one was playing. At this point, my thoughts go straight into "Oh god what the fuck" type of thoughts. I remember being convinced that I broke the time space continuum somehow. Next thing I know I go into bad trip mode. It feels like my mind is being bashed in by negative energy, or bad vibes, or something. I can't think straight, this lasts for a few minutes. As it starts to subside I turn to my laptop and begin writing down in a garbled mess what just happened.
I still don't know what happened. Seeing my room come alive like that is something brand new to me, and my magical dancing hands with a mind of their own kinda fucked with me. What's really fucking with me is the fact that it felt like I traveled in time, or something. I remember taking the hit, putting down the pipe, having the trip, and then waking up from all of it feeling like everything was just a dream.
I'm not really sure what to make of this. I do know that DMT fucks with how time works (another one of my weird trips was when I saw reality going in fast forward at a very noticeable rate. Either way, I'm still extremely confused. It's tempting to do it again, but I'm not sure if experiencing what feels like time travel through drugs is the best thing for my sanity.
Next thing I know I get these horrible mouth sensations. It felt kinda like insects were crawling out of my mouth, or the sensation of moving things that kinda sting in my mouth and on my tonge. I also had a really horrible taste in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was hearing voices telling me to vomit, or at least suggesting the idea of vomiting. They were also projected in the visuals, as I looked at my posters (I have a lot in my room) they were all somehow animated with a vomiting theme, I guess you could say. I even saw like arrows pointing towards my door as an indication I should probably get up and puke. Aside from the extremely weird mouth sensations going on, I decided to stick tight because this was too good, and I probably was in no shape to be moving anywhere.
Here's where it gets weird. When the room stopped being a hellish rollercoaster ride trying to get me to puke, everything seemed mostly normal again. I remember looking at my hands, something I usually do on the comedown of my trips. I find my own hands to be usually very fascinating while on DMT. They were very sweaty, almost soaked in sweat. They were definitely human, but did not look like my hands at all. I had really nice music playing, and I remember seeing my hands dancing to the music. It was like they were possessed by someone or something else. I simply watched my own two hands dancing gracefully in complete synchronization to the music. It was like watching two doves flying around elegantly. It really felt like something magical was happening. I simply observed and put what felt to me like absolutely no effort into it. It was completely surreal, and it was happening in my own bedroom. They did this for what felt like a few minutes at least, and it was all perfectly synchronized all the way up to the end of the song. The song ended very abruptly and I remember being completely in awe after it all. I can't emphasize the magical feeling of the whole thing enough, mostly because it happened in my own room. Something happened.
Here's the really fucked up part. I laid there for a while, thinking about what the hell just happened. I remember turning to my laptop in hopes of typing what I had just witnessed, but I realized I was far too high to do that. Then, all of a sudden, I fell into a different state of being. It was like I awoke from a dream, and the song that I had put on originally was still playing, and only a few minutes in. Before I "woke up" the song that was currently playing had finished, and the next one was playing. At this point, my thoughts go straight into "Oh god what the fuck" type of thoughts. I remember being convinced that I broke the time space continuum somehow. Next thing I know I go into bad trip mode. It feels like my mind is being bashed in by negative energy, or bad vibes, or something. I can't think straight, this lasts for a few minutes. As it starts to subside I turn to my laptop and begin writing down in a garbled mess what just happened.
I still don't know what happened. Seeing my room come alive like that is something brand new to me, and my magical dancing hands with a mind of their own kinda fucked with me. What's really fucking with me is the fact that it felt like I traveled in time, or something. I remember taking the hit, putting down the pipe, having the trip, and then waking up from all of it feeling like everything was just a dream.
I'm not really sure what to make of this. I do know that DMT fucks with how time works (another one of my weird trips was when I saw reality going in fast forward at a very noticeable rate. Either way, I'm still extremely confused. It's tempting to do it again, but I'm not sure if experiencing what feels like time travel through drugs is the best thing for my sanity.
