moracca said:
for me, a fairly dark room, by myself, possibly some faint music playing in the background, laying in my bed, under the covers, propped up on comfy pillows is the perfect place to be. I also liked someone else's idea of a bath, but I don't have a bathtub
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but no, I don't feel having someone else there is completely necessary. You don't really have the urge to walk around, just experience outer space in your mind.
well, I guess I kind of feel the need to revise my original post on this matter, as I have had an interesting experience in the meantime which sort of changes things a bit.
The other night, I was laying in bed under the covers, ready to sleep, shirt, boxers, socks, thats it. i hit a water bong spice sandwich, and proceed to drift into spice land. however, it didnt stay this way. After approximately 1 minute (i'm guessing), I for some reason threw the covers off, got out of bed, walked around my apartment for a couple minutes looking for my pants and shoes before i decided to turn the light on to look for them. I finally found them, grabbed my keys, and headed out my front door. Now mind you, this is all in the midst of a heavy dmt trip. So anyway, I'm walking outside, and decided i might as well head to the gas station to get cigarettes. As I'm walking, I'm thinking to myself "what the hell am I doing, I should not be outside right now WTF!!" however I'm realizing that I physically can NOT turn around and go back. not that I really really wanted to, but I had the intense feeling that I just could not do it if I wanted to.
I make it about half way to the gas station before I start coming down. As I am, I can actually see this "force" (cigarettes) pulling me to walk to the gas station. Now, I really have no problems with any substances, but I hate the idea of something getting to the point of it controlling you and no longer being a choice. I was beginning to get to this point with cigarettes. I was smoking a lot more than I should, and in the back of my mind I knew it. But I think it took this experience to actually show that to me in plain sight.
So although that hasn't been very long ago now, I haven't smoked since then, and I'll see if this lasts
But anyway sorry for the long trip report here, my point is this... I originally thought DMT was something that is always a sedentary experience, ie, you're not walking all over the place like salvia for example. I now know that's not exactly the case. I would like to add tho that while I was walking, things were definitely morphing and distorted and geometric, but I still felt fairly comfortable in my physical motor skills (except for not being able to turn around
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). Overall I'm thankful for the experience, but equally thankful that nothing bad came of it when it definitely could have. I'm sure I will continue to use DMT without a sitter, however I just wanted to throw this experience out here as a word of caution
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