Listen, I'm not trying to come off like the keeper of the true experience. I've been hanging around here a year and a half now, and I've still yet to write up a trip report. I would love to, really. I like to write, and this is a topic that for better or worse NEVER strays from my mind. I'm just not able to articulate it with any honest accuracy. Where I go doesn't translate at all, and I don't expect that to change. I can tell you what it means to me, I can break it down into pieces, but it's all just metaphor - and here's the thing - so is everything else.
What I can tell you is this (and please take it with a grain of salt; this is just a ridiculous attempt to articulate something I can't begin to understand):
For me, the experience goes MUCH deeper than anything I see or hear - and as mindblowingly, earth shatteringly, overwhelmingly visual as it certainly is at that level (and I'm not talking about sensing things you can only track peripherally; when you go deep, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING is RIGHT THE FUCK IN YOUR FACE), DMT (for me) is not a fireworks display; it's not a movie or iTunes visualizer. To go there is to BECOME the movie and look back through the screen from within. I myself become transformed and actually cease to be. I am de- and re-constructed perpetually, as part of a greater whole. It is revelatory beyond ALL human comprehension. I play a part in an infinite cycle of collective death and rebirth, and as much as I've been (which is more than some and not as much as some others), I can tell you that I HAVEN'T SEEN SHIT. THE RABBIT HOLE IS BOTTOMLESS.
If what I'm saying doesn't make sense, you'll just have to trust me when I say that you have only played around the edges. I don't care who you are, how many other drugs you've taken or how hardheaded you claim to be. DMT is just different. When you get it right, it will hit you like an atom bomb square in the face, and you'll come back shaken to the fucking core and humbled in ways you can't imagine.