Hello transitory,

I speak within your thread as a direct result of experiencing a rather ground shaking journey, that occured about an hour ago.

I feel I should offer a warning of graphic context in the following:

I am still shaking and reeling from the visions I experienced, as they were not of simply dying.

They depicted images of the human body torn open with blood and gore.

It began as simply a strong vibrating sensation, then I saw a rapid series of these images, or rather the process of it occuring. It was told to me to be the phenomenon of "DMT pop".

The ultimate expression was that DMT chooses an individual once in a while to take, to kill.

I was convinced that I had come across images on the internet previously that depicted such deaths, though now in a clear head, I do not ever recall seeing this nor where I could find it.

There were also visions of my beloved wife in between with her holding my hand and saying "DMT pop" among some other words that are not clear to me.

I opened my eyes frantically and looked down at my hands to see flashes of my flesh breaking open, and felt like I was being told that I am next. I was chosen to be the next person taken by DMT pop.

As everything churned around me I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself and allow the dmt effects to subside, which they did not. I scrambled to the door of the room I was in and attempted to open it for a minute to no avail. There was no door nob...

I eventually opened the door and came upstairs, trembling the entire time in fear that my body would split open and my wife would come home to the horror of this scene. I lay down upon the carpet and once again tried to control my breath. This time it began to work.

I felt a wave of nausea come and go, but otherwise I gradually came down to a stable plateau.

I began to search for anything on the net regarding such images but told myself not to as the graphics may send me over the top.

Then I found your post.

Interestingly enough, the last time I went in, I saw vivid depictions of coils of wire, that when they touch flesh it would fizzle and pop to cause it to burst open and black liquid would pour out. I was very shaken by this too.

I had been working recently with nichrome wire (with low voltages and currents) to use for various purposes, so I think this may have filtered into my consciousness. Otherwise, I use stainless steel wool for vaporizing, and this too could have been the source of that imagery. No clue...

I am still gathering thoughts so I apologise for not being able to extend further thought or insight into your topic.

At least I can share however, that I share your experiences, and am still alive, albiet with an even stronger drive to dynamically expand my life.

I send warm regards and support to my fellow being.