Hey, this is my first post on this site.
I just need some help understanding my situation and where I stand.
This Sunday i had my first psychedelic experience. I snorted 120 mg of dmt. Which was probably dumb, I know. I had a friend watch me, a very close one. I had done research. I knew setting was everything, and my friend and I made sure I was comfortable and safe beforehand. Anyway, I jumped right in, you could say.
Which ended up not being fun. So I guess I'll explain the trip here. First the sound of the music kind of faded out and was replaced with this wave of static like sound. Details on the wall kind of disappeared and became one color. For example, I couldn't see bricks on my fireplace, it was all just red. Like everything had became flat and simple. This only lasted a little bit before I became basically nothing. It was like I had never existed. I was born unto an empty abyss with no meaning in my life. I couldn't grasp the concept of I. I had no history or anything. It was horrifying, having no meaning like that. It was all so alien I cant even describe it.
So that was the important part. After that I slowly came down and realized I am me. And i am fine.
Fast forward to today, I decide I'll try only 60 mg snorting it, freebase btw. Except alone.
I was expecting a different trip. Instead what happened was the setup was the same. The classical music I had on became that terrible static wave, and the colors became the flat undetailed version.
And let me tell you, I got SCARED. Because I knew if it let it take me, it was going to take me back to that hell of nothingness but searching for meaning and fear from my first trip. Everything happened the same. So I fought it because I didn't want to go back.
It didn't take me. At all. I fought it and focused on the ceiling. And when I could I grabbed my phone and called my friend and talked to him and stalled through the rush of intensity making sure it couldn't take me.
And like that the trip faded away, and my classical music came back and I sat there and thought about my actions for the next hour.
So I guess I have come to the forum for advice. Why did this happen? Why was the trip going the exact same as before? Why was my first trip like that? Complete destruction of myself. I was expecting new worlds and crazy patterns but I got obliteration of myself? And then the threat of it a second time? Should I just give up on DMT? Do me and it not get along?
I just need some help understanding my situation and where I stand.
This Sunday i had my first psychedelic experience. I snorted 120 mg of dmt. Which was probably dumb, I know. I had a friend watch me, a very close one. I had done research. I knew setting was everything, and my friend and I made sure I was comfortable and safe beforehand. Anyway, I jumped right in, you could say.
Which ended up not being fun. So I guess I'll explain the trip here. First the sound of the music kind of faded out and was replaced with this wave of static like sound. Details on the wall kind of disappeared and became one color. For example, I couldn't see bricks on my fireplace, it was all just red. Like everything had became flat and simple. This only lasted a little bit before I became basically nothing. It was like I had never existed. I was born unto an empty abyss with no meaning in my life. I couldn't grasp the concept of I. I had no history or anything. It was horrifying, having no meaning like that. It was all so alien I cant even describe it.
So that was the important part. After that I slowly came down and realized I am me. And i am fine.
Fast forward to today, I decide I'll try only 60 mg snorting it, freebase btw. Except alone.
I was expecting a different trip. Instead what happened was the setup was the same. The classical music I had on became that terrible static wave, and the colors became the flat undetailed version.
And let me tell you, I got SCARED. Because I knew if it let it take me, it was going to take me back to that hell of nothingness but searching for meaning and fear from my first trip. Everything happened the same. So I fought it because I didn't want to go back.
It didn't take me. At all. I fought it and focused on the ceiling. And when I could I grabbed my phone and called my friend and talked to him and stalled through the rush of intensity making sure it couldn't take me.
And like that the trip faded away, and my classical music came back and I sat there and thought about my actions for the next hour.
So I guess I have come to the forum for advice. Why did this happen? Why was the trip going the exact same as before? Why was my first trip like that? Complete destruction of myself. I was expecting new worlds and crazy patterns but I got obliteration of myself? And then the threat of it a second time? Should I just give up on DMT? Do me and it not get along?
, took a while to get used to.