From another forum: He dosed the harmala seeds orally from 1:40 am - 2:10 am, then determined at 3:20 am that he was suffeciently under the influence of the MAOI. He took one big hit, the plastic taste unmistakable, then took another smaller hit. After his first hit he could feel his body shaking, like a ton of bricks had hit him. After inhaling the second hit he managed to put the pipe down, lay back into the couch and close his eyes. Something, grasshopper like was staring at him eye to eye, then looking around his body. The eyes were much more vivid then the rest of the body. He shrugged his head around in some sort of twisted staring contest with the creature. All of a sudden it faded from view and a million images exploded in his mind's eye. Stars, and flying through them at warp speed, fractal patterns, and the like. The trip took on the form that swim would look at something, which would make him think about something, then that thing would manifest itself in front of him. There was a little bit of erotic imagery as two nurses dressed in the type of uniform a nurse in a porno wears stared at him, then there was more of the hyperspace imagery. Finally there were massive structures made of rainbows. This whole time swims entire body was still except his head which was moving around like crazy. Swim opened his eyes, and everything around him started moving. Compared to other psychedelic visuals which tended to focus on one thing, these visuals seemed more encompassing. He noticed that the coffee table in front of him was changing size with his breathing, and that the legs of the chairs looked like they were breathing. Unlike with other psychedelics swim had no desire to get up and look around or wander, he was thouroughly amazed by what was around him and what was in his own head. He decided to toke on the DMT again, and lit it up, taking two medium sized hits. This time he saw eyes that were quite different, vertical slits staring at him. The initial visuals were much darker in nature, at first he thought he wasn't going to see anything, then the background lit up in a twisted halloween fashion. At first he could only make out the eyes, then he made out surgeon like creatures from multiple directions examining him. This occured breifly before it degenerated into the fractal explosion, which then degenerated into images of travelling very very fast over very very long cosmic distances, which then degenerated into the erotic imagery of women, then finally back into fractals that morphed into animals. Swim opened his eyes and the visuals had much the same flavor to them. Swim was wonderstruck and kept saying "Wow." He got up and walked around to get some water and go to the bathroom, his body proportion sense and coordination had not quite returned. He turned on the television and watched a combination of MTV, Star Trek, Anime and other late night fare, still quite engrossed in a psychedelic glow. He was very into the anime, which he normally never watches. He decided to toke again for a third time, this time the trip was of a somewhat different fare. Instead of immediately seeing the entities he saw of square, whose perimeter was made up of bird like creatures all lined up with their beak to the next one's back and a stage in the middle. The birds started moving their beaks mechanically and in synch, and finally several of them stood out and morphed into the entities, who this time seemed visibally upset that Swim kept coming back to DMT space. Swim wanted to get more out of the interaction than just having them stare at him, so he started taunting them and challenging them, whence two lion like creatures appeared to challenge Swim. Swim just kept telling, go ahead try to hurt me we live in different physical spaces. He could feel himself sitting there on his couch in his world (in a way that he imagines monks feel when in deep meditation, profoundly at physical peace), yet could feel his spirit transcending the worlds. The entities were getting pissed of swim, but before they could do anything, the entity phase gave way to the familiar flash of visuals. This time swim's visuals seemed more realistic, he saw many earthly animals, he saw his roomate standing on a beach like something from Super Mario Bros 3 with a parrot saying "I love my parrot!" He was then in the mountains of Tibet in some grey domed monastery bowing to a row of monks and what appeared to the Dalai Lama. There was bright, happy imagery in all of his visuals. He also found himself staring into a 8 foot tall porn star's asshole at one point. At this point it was around 5 am and he decided to smoke some pot. Lighting up a bowl it brought back many of the feelings and visuals from the DMT, as well as allowing swim to explore in a more controlled way some of the visuals he was getting from his last (bad) salvia experience two weeks ago. He understood the salvia process much better, the way it anthromorphizes furniture for him, he began to see the three windows in his field of view as some sort of stomp from mario, with a pelican like face looking at him. He came to the realization that marijuana is a memory drug and thought that to be very profound. He then decided to toke whatever was left in his pipe, taking three smallish hits. This launched him back into DMT space, but at this point it was clear the entities were pulling out all the stops. He could literally feel himself being spun around very quickly, and most badass halloween like imagery being trudged out. Swim was a little less confident on his fourth then his third his voyage. The visual rush was pretty amazing and seemed more salvia like, because the weed was causing him to think about his last experience with it. It also was less clear being under the influence of pot. It still left him amazed, and probably caused him to trip longer than even before. Swim decided to post some stuff online (including a rant about anti-anti-drug commercials idea on this board and some facebook stuff). Writing felt much like it does on mushrooms, with a hundred little threads of thought coming off each sentence. The words he typed glowed in different colors, so it was an enjoyable experience. He finally got to bed around 7 am. Some thoughts about the whole experience: Swim posted before asking about what to do to occupy yourself during a DMT trip, don't have anything. The DMT is far more intriguing than anything around you, forget music, it keeps you attached to this world instead of blasting off into DMT space. Don't do it around other people either, your brain's going to remain to much focused on them instead of the flood of information exploding inside of you. Under the influence every little sensory input becomes so magnified, swim could feel the twitch of his muscles, the sound of the heating system in his apartment building, the light coming through his closed eyes. Swim would very much in the future like to do what Joe Rogan did and smoke DMT then sit in a sensory deprivation chamber. That being said swim prefers sitting up against a couch to laying down, sitting up makes him feel like he's in much more control, probably the same reason that meditation is done in a sitting rather than lying position. The MAOI greatly enchanced the experience, allowing it to last longer and be more intense, swim suggests people trying mixing it with smoked DMT.
