Hi all, so SWIM bought a new coloured glass pipe especially for DMT; its beautiful. (the pipe, the dmt, both.)
anyway,
SWIM has been having trouble getting any spice lately but he obtained the remains of a vial from a friend which
he gave him ages and ages ago. good strong tried and tested amber stuff.
let me set the global parameters for the trip:
Flatmate arrived just as swim was preparing for it. Decided to do it in swim's studio. flatmate also enjoys
chemicals, mainly ketamine lately. he IV's it sometimes, but has stopped and now just snorts like 3 inch
SLUGS. probably near a gram in one line. During this trip he decided to do such a thing, without
telling me, which totally messed with my head while in the DMT state. idiot. anyhow;
The whole trip had a curious bouncing effect; swim would alternate between various levels, and also between
different points in the house, running about.
The whole trip was also A LITTLE stronger than swim was ready for, or expecting, tbh.
The whole trip also had a bizzare multiplicity to it; many things were multiplied. Read on. It also wasn't
so much a closed eye affair, it was just so strong that it didn't seem to make any difference though admitteldy
swim didn't really try to close eyes. It was just too strong. LOL.
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Pipe loaded. Unknown quantity. Probably about a fat pea sized amount of yellow amber crystals and flakes.
Probably bigger than a pea to be honest. More like a kidney bean or most of a kidney bean sized amount.
a full pipe bowl anyway, though it was a small specalised DMT bowl. perfect size.
SWIM is ready. flatmate is instructed not to distrub, and swim made a sign "Do not disturb... hyperspace."
INITIATE.
One toke. DMT seems to be melting, but not quite enough. swim thinks 'im not gonna get a good hit at
this rate' so the flame from the purple clipper is allowed to touch the DMT and vaporize it entirely.
the ENTIRE bowl dissapears into one toke. SWIM Exhales. Swims face looks like "OH MY GOD, WTF!!"
at the AMOUNT and sheer VOLUME and thickness of the smoke exhaled.
Swim sees the pipe is empty and places it down, and sits back.
LAUNCH.
Bizzare stretched tones signify the initial rush. No idea if music is playing or not by time its 1 min
into the trip.
The dual 21" CRT monitors take on a femanine, bust-like appearance, and the whole room sighs and
groans, and everything moves outward and intheways atleast by half a meter or so.
moves in correspondance to swims entrance to this ... place. or time. or whatever.
HIGH ALIEN TECHNOLOGY.
looking at the speaker and swim's rackmount unit, the leftmost CRT and the various bits of studio tech
the world seems to gain extra space - somehow to do with the multiplicity. read on.
Time and space are utterly distorted. Things are multiplied. The world seems to be intensely high resolution,
and swim gets the impression of HIGH MULTIPLICITY, NEW UNHEARD OF ALIEN TECHNOLOGY.
Everything is folding back on itself infitely in four dimensions. Alien dimension. Incredible to even describe,
everything has such an alien feel to it. Multiple fingers, multiple eyes. Completely duplicated across unheard
of dimensions. So, normal though? No, no, high alien technology DEFINATELY.
Everything seems purple or impossibly coloured somehow, though appears normal, just duplicated atleast 7 times...
and objects are breathing; heavilly. Trails, tracers, bizzare alien runes cover everything.
SWIM Looks at his hands. OH MY GOD.
Swim has EIGHTEEN fingers. They also move in a way which is impossible. swim was just rubbing swims fingers together but
what Swim saw looked like a bizzare backward folding influx of finger soup... They also had a really goblin-like character
(read on) which reminded me of a dandilion leaf, with slight pointed parts at various bits down the length of the, unusually
pink, digit mass.
Swim looks at the keyboard, as it barfs up several other keyboards to adjacent spaces - yet all part of the same keyboard.
Like some white plastic frog vomiting sexual partners into existance and then merging with them.
It expands to contain about three thousand, six hundred and twenty three different keys, and to be about a half meter (or
foot and a bit) squared.
- taking up the new space that is somehow created. it doesn't require more space on the desk, it simply MAKES more space
where it is duplicated. Massive trails on everything pervade. Swim loosk at his hands again and plays with the new found
eighteen digits... Very sexual feelings. Incredible. am swim human? am swim alien? am swim even WHAT?!!
How many arms does swim have? Everything has a goblin like chacater to it. Like the monsters ear's from gremlins...
Absoloute insanity.
Swim muses that he'd be able to type / program at an incredible rate with a keyboard like that and hands like these.
The power would be something like I to the X to the fifteen extra. The raw power of the textual imput flashes through
his head.
swim IS a web developer / web-based applications programmer for a job. swim quickly muses about how all
his work colleges go along to work and they all get paid but somehow it only makes sense if its non-functional,
a mess like the current state of the house. No one is really working' theyre all just working when they want to and
surfing the rest of the time. swims manager is a freak. He obviously smokes DMT.... swim realises.
Purple alien technology everywhere. If swim were to type it would be like the scene from ghost in the shell where
his fingers open out several times to yeild incredible typing power. Except that the keyboard ALSO did this.
Its impossible to explain how it managed to be SO big and full of SO many keys, yet take up LESS space on the
desk- because the desk extruded into a fourth dimension, further away from swim and yet the same distance.
the room was bigger. Everything breathed in and out inreleif. (See earlier note: curious bouncing effect.)
Swim looks around and sees buddah, impossibly transmografied into somekind of composite made from 9 buddahs.
many earlobes fractal off in a kind of manner which looks like a kid was blowing bubbles with buddah'lobes.
Swim's flatmate had some ketamine (see earlier note) and somehow (swim doesn't remember) we ended up talking
just otuside the studio. SO Far gone. I am a 9 headed 12 armed eighteen fingered alien which keeps inverting
and folding back on itself in a fourth, fifth and yes indeed even sixth dimension. Everything is having alien sex
with itself in an invisible alien interplay of mutliplicities.
Time doesn't make any sense whatsoever. The room is BIGGER as it is also alien. Swim has access to somekind of
bizzare, sexual, female oritend new alien techonology. If only swim could figure out how to type with eighteen
fingers and twelve arms... swim has evolved somehow.
This might be too much for swim to handle, swim ponders. Utterly Incredible.
The motion of swim moving his hands around is fantastically interesting. rubbing eighteen fingers together and
examining swim's hands yeilds a strangely sexual feeling. The studio is definitely a feminine entity; its dual CRTs
the bust and breast, welcoming and warm. The seat at which I sit.
Swim has no idea this is even POSSIBLE. HOW can this be possible? I am vishnu with many arms.
This is DMT Level TWO, as swim said earlier when thinking about the new pipe. It certainly IS.
talking to the flatmate, sort of, he seems otu of it and non-responsive. This puts a slight concern into swims' mind but
it mainly manifsts as "mhn, can't really relate to you right now, so im gonna go downstairs." not a trouble. It strangely
doesnt' occur to swim until later that he'd taken ketamine, though that is usual. Nice of him to let me know.
The house is in a mess. But this is the way it should be. Nothing works, there isn't enough time. Yet we have everything
we need and its all there, but in odd places. The flatmate mentions this later. Certainly the case.
Swim realises everything is the way it should be. Swim lays on his bed, catches a sight of his acid hoodie,
made of tesselated bears. they all smile, wave, wink and dance. Incredible. amazing body feelings, everything
is smooth and comfortable, sexual, asif being gently massaged by pre-orgasmic lubricated tentacles. Thats what
swim had earlier. Pink finger-tentacles, Eighteen of them to be precise. and many eyes.
Geometric patterns overlay everything.
Swim feels the sort of triple-unity (SEE: holy trinity/godhead, is-not-is, three gods go into a god and become a god,
all that is, all that isn't, and all that isn't either of those; for reference.) Swim realises this is the best and only way to exist.
swim feels in his hand, in the shape of his index finger, middle finger and thumb, the aligning of these three components.
Perfect. Slightly out of phase. It keeps phasing. see earlier: curious bouncing effect
This IS the best way to exist. IF swim had to sum it up; it'd be beautiful. a sort of <blows rasberry> noise. BPPFTPt.
thats how it works. thats how it was all SHAT into existance. in one big wank-off. BLAT. SQUELTCH. There ya go!
of course.
High multiplied secret alien technology seems to have dissapated, but still fractal patterns and incredible OEV's cover
everything. No idea what was making up several parts of reality as swim ran about the house, upstairs and down because
swim's feild of vision toward the peripheries just seemed to be made up of pyramids, like egyptian archetecture but
folding, changing, ever rearranging in some impossible or atleast implausible fashion; like escher stairs.
Swim goes back upstairs to attempt communication. Finding swim's flatmate on the stairs, he escorts him back into his
bedroom making sure to be comforting. Flat mate sits on bed, swim is utterly flabbergasted. Communication is attempted
and all that comes back is a curious thing...
With the typical bouncing motion, and insane auditory hallucinations (Which swim doesn't get much, so he was very
grateful.) He looked at swim. His face was incredible. Normal but I could see extra eyes, a definate THIRD eye, and
amazing visuals generally. As he bounced toward me in the motion which seemd to carry though the whole trip
we caught a glimpse of what was happening
he said:
"big red"
which stretched and toned in the most high resolution acoustic remodeling synthesis that could possibly be expressed.
as he said this, swim bounced away from reality again, the room becoming deeper and more 4D.
No idea what big red meant. swim questioned it, but no response. Decided to go stand at the sink and get a drink,
or something. Complete indecision. no idea what to do.
Stood at the sink, reality still bouncing back and forth to see swim's flatmate's sound and vision (work) truck parked outside.
it took on the comforting and reassuring shape of a sort of offical, not like a police officer but more like a council member
sent to park outside and survey the trip, incase it got out of hand. The street was transformed. Obtained water, helped
a little.
More conversation with flatmate, Downstairs, out in to the garden. couldn't breathe.. lack of air in this hyperspace. 4D isn't
as easy to respire in as 3D.
The garden is incredible. Plants bloom in all directions, everything has taken on an elf-like form, actually, mroe like sort of
goblins from gremlins, but not evil, just mischevious. PLant leaves are ears... swim exclaims 'fucking AY!!! FUCKING YES!!"
please at his handywork. potatoes, artichokes, herbs, carrots, lettuces, datura, opium poppies. Everything is here.
The datura looks especially goblin-like.
<edit this didn't happen HERE, but it happened at somepoint in the trip. no idea when though, probably at the start:
* SWIM is lead into somekind of room, everything becomes baby-is, the visuals simple and comforting.
* swim feels as a child being taken care of. Exactly what swim needs.
* Swim feels guided by somekind of entity, though unseen; but nearby.
* Swim does feel that this trip was just a little bit over what he a) expected and b) was ready for, but thats how you grow.
>
Inside again. Flatmate needs help.He is standing with snot dripping out his nose in the studio. swim runs to get a tissue from
the kitchen and realises he can't breath with the naptha fumes from evaporating more dmt. 'bpppft (rasberry noise)' whats
the point!? and turns it off. opens front door and stands for a second, indecisive. What to do? leave the door open like a
squat? stand yes. thats it. stand, sort of, looking into the street leaning like a sentry.
nothing weird about that. "yea, whatever" is what they'd think. Looked at swim's beautiful new car (1 - 2 months old now).
Everything is as it should be. swim has recently broken up with girlfriend and child, which was unwanted. Ex is a complete
liar, and a slut. and still lies to this day. swim feels much better now on swims own.
front door pushed more closed and back upstairs. Flatmate has snot hanging from his nose and is stumbling around in the
studio. Swim runs to get a tissue for him, again. "this could be a tricky one," swim shouts. "just a second..." things begin to
come together again. Running about, grabbing keys, tissue, turning off the naptha, running back, shutting the front door, opening the back door, coming upstairs swim gives him a tissue and tell him to wipe his nose, then run downstairs again to
sort something (what?) out.
Back from upstairs to find him in the studio again. PHew. did it, somehow. still tripping, but things are re-integrating. swim
feels normality may be just around the corner. Its there and its coming back. The position of all the objects on the stairs
and the general messy state of the house does NOT help really. Total chaos. Wish things would return to normal.
Some contact is made, and swim explains that he broke his roland fantom fa-76. shame
A load is lifted. swim & him agree
that they should come down. He seems more responsive now. By my estimates that puts the DMT trip at probably about twenty
minuites to half an hour depending on if he dosed slightly before I did. Incredible from one hit of smoked DMT.
swim explains over the next ten fifteen minuites that he's now just seeking a sense of normality. Clasping hands together in
prayer like fashion, feeling it coming, feeling it nearby. The objects in the house and their disorder is a jarring feeling in
swim's head.
Still feel like swim can't breath really propperly.
swim holds onto hope that the flatmate will provide normallity. It comes, gradually.
they agree that they need women to look after them, being two single men has left the place in a state.
Moving back to flatmates room, post-trip chat is made, though very breif. I explain how incredible it was. How i didn't
even know that was POSSIBLE.
everything was folding backward on itself, multiplying, expanding, oozing out, covered with a million fractal glyphs
forming ultra high precision secret alien technology which I used for my music. Inanimate object self-sex in four, five,
six, seven, eight dimensions.
they keyboard moment was hilarious though.
Swim also pondered during the trip about having an orgy with many women, and smoking dmt. that would be fantastic;
having them all multiply and writhe on swim's naked body.
incredible journey. Utterly incredible. Utterly unprepared however swim had made various little rituals (incense, breathing
focus, tidying a little, etc) in order to assist with the trip. Swim also made sure he was satisified and no porn was around
in order to avoid the pitfalls of "the DMT horn" which he occasionally gets, and is very wasteful.
No idea what the come-down time was or how long it lasted. Probably about 20 minuites, 3 - 4 for alien technology,
10 for the main body of the peak. It sure was HELLA strong; and swim started the whole thing with the absoloutely
astounded expression of OMG how much smoke is that as it came out. It lasted alot longer than expected.
ONE toke.
One incredible journey.
Namastee.
shoe
anyway,
SWIM has been having trouble getting any spice lately but he obtained the remains of a vial from a friend which
he gave him ages and ages ago. good strong tried and tested amber stuff.
let me set the global parameters for the trip:
Flatmate arrived just as swim was preparing for it. Decided to do it in swim's studio. flatmate also enjoys
chemicals, mainly ketamine lately. he IV's it sometimes, but has stopped and now just snorts like 3 inch
SLUGS. probably near a gram in one line. During this trip he decided to do such a thing, without
telling me, which totally messed with my head while in the DMT state. idiot. anyhow;
The whole trip had a curious bouncing effect; swim would alternate between various levels, and also between
different points in the house, running about.
The whole trip was also A LITTLE stronger than swim was ready for, or expecting, tbh.
The whole trip also had a bizzare multiplicity to it; many things were multiplied. Read on. It also wasn't
so much a closed eye affair, it was just so strong that it didn't seem to make any difference though admitteldy
swim didn't really try to close eyes. It was just too strong. LOL.
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Pipe loaded. Unknown quantity. Probably about a fat pea sized amount of yellow amber crystals and flakes.
Probably bigger than a pea to be honest. More like a kidney bean or most of a kidney bean sized amount.
a full pipe bowl anyway, though it was a small specalised DMT bowl. perfect size.
SWIM is ready. flatmate is instructed not to distrub, and swim made a sign "Do not disturb... hyperspace."
INITIATE.
One toke. DMT seems to be melting, but not quite enough. swim thinks 'im not gonna get a good hit at
this rate' so the flame from the purple clipper is allowed to touch the DMT and vaporize it entirely.
the ENTIRE bowl dissapears into one toke. SWIM Exhales. Swims face looks like "OH MY GOD, WTF!!"
at the AMOUNT and sheer VOLUME and thickness of the smoke exhaled.
Swim sees the pipe is empty and places it down, and sits back.
LAUNCH.
Bizzare stretched tones signify the initial rush. No idea if music is playing or not by time its 1 min
into the trip.
The dual 21" CRT monitors take on a femanine, bust-like appearance, and the whole room sighs and
groans, and everything moves outward and intheways atleast by half a meter or so.
moves in correspondance to swims entrance to this ... place. or time. or whatever.
HIGH ALIEN TECHNOLOGY.
looking at the speaker and swim's rackmount unit, the leftmost CRT and the various bits of studio tech
the world seems to gain extra space - somehow to do with the multiplicity. read on.
Time and space are utterly distorted. Things are multiplied. The world seems to be intensely high resolution,
and swim gets the impression of HIGH MULTIPLICITY, NEW UNHEARD OF ALIEN TECHNOLOGY.
Everything is folding back on itself infitely in four dimensions. Alien dimension. Incredible to even describe,
everything has such an alien feel to it. Multiple fingers, multiple eyes. Completely duplicated across unheard
of dimensions. So, normal though? No, no, high alien technology DEFINATELY.
Everything seems purple or impossibly coloured somehow, though appears normal, just duplicated atleast 7 times...
and objects are breathing; heavilly. Trails, tracers, bizzare alien runes cover everything.
SWIM Looks at his hands. OH MY GOD.
Swim has EIGHTEEN fingers. They also move in a way which is impossible. swim was just rubbing swims fingers together but
what Swim saw looked like a bizzare backward folding influx of finger soup... They also had a really goblin-like character
(read on) which reminded me of a dandilion leaf, with slight pointed parts at various bits down the length of the, unusually
pink, digit mass.
Swim looks at the keyboard, as it barfs up several other keyboards to adjacent spaces - yet all part of the same keyboard.
Like some white plastic frog vomiting sexual partners into existance and then merging with them.
It expands to contain about three thousand, six hundred and twenty three different keys, and to be about a half meter (or
foot and a bit) squared.
- taking up the new space that is somehow created. it doesn't require more space on the desk, it simply MAKES more space
where it is duplicated. Massive trails on everything pervade. Swim loosk at his hands again and plays with the new found
eighteen digits... Very sexual feelings. Incredible. am swim human? am swim alien? am swim even WHAT?!!
How many arms does swim have? Everything has a goblin like chacater to it. Like the monsters ear's from gremlins...
Absoloute insanity.
Swim muses that he'd be able to type / program at an incredible rate with a keyboard like that and hands like these.
The power would be something like I to the X to the fifteen extra. The raw power of the textual imput flashes through
his head.
swim IS a web developer / web-based applications programmer for a job. swim quickly muses about how all
his work colleges go along to work and they all get paid but somehow it only makes sense if its non-functional,
a mess like the current state of the house. No one is really working' theyre all just working when they want to and
surfing the rest of the time. swims manager is a freak. He obviously smokes DMT.... swim realises.
Purple alien technology everywhere. If swim were to type it would be like the scene from ghost in the shell where
his fingers open out several times to yeild incredible typing power. Except that the keyboard ALSO did this.
Its impossible to explain how it managed to be SO big and full of SO many keys, yet take up LESS space on the
desk- because the desk extruded into a fourth dimension, further away from swim and yet the same distance.
the room was bigger. Everything breathed in and out inreleif. (See earlier note: curious bouncing effect.)
Swim looks around and sees buddah, impossibly transmografied into somekind of composite made from 9 buddahs.
many earlobes fractal off in a kind of manner which looks like a kid was blowing bubbles with buddah'lobes.
Swim's flatmate had some ketamine (see earlier note) and somehow (swim doesn't remember) we ended up talking
just otuside the studio. SO Far gone. I am a 9 headed 12 armed eighteen fingered alien which keeps inverting
and folding back on itself in a fourth, fifth and yes indeed even sixth dimension. Everything is having alien sex
with itself in an invisible alien interplay of mutliplicities.
Time doesn't make any sense whatsoever. The room is BIGGER as it is also alien. Swim has access to somekind of
bizzare, sexual, female oritend new alien techonology. If only swim could figure out how to type with eighteen
fingers and twelve arms... swim has evolved somehow.
This might be too much for swim to handle, swim ponders. Utterly Incredible.
The motion of swim moving his hands around is fantastically interesting. rubbing eighteen fingers together and
examining swim's hands yeilds a strangely sexual feeling. The studio is definitely a feminine entity; its dual CRTs
the bust and breast, welcoming and warm. The seat at which I sit.
Swim has no idea this is even POSSIBLE. HOW can this be possible? I am vishnu with many arms.
This is DMT Level TWO, as swim said earlier when thinking about the new pipe. It certainly IS.
talking to the flatmate, sort of, he seems otu of it and non-responsive. This puts a slight concern into swims' mind but
it mainly manifsts as "mhn, can't really relate to you right now, so im gonna go downstairs." not a trouble. It strangely
doesnt' occur to swim until later that he'd taken ketamine, though that is usual. Nice of him to let me know.
The house is in a mess. But this is the way it should be. Nothing works, there isn't enough time. Yet we have everything
we need and its all there, but in odd places. The flatmate mentions this later. Certainly the case.
Swim realises everything is the way it should be. Swim lays on his bed, catches a sight of his acid hoodie,
made of tesselated bears. they all smile, wave, wink and dance. Incredible. amazing body feelings, everything
is smooth and comfortable, sexual, asif being gently massaged by pre-orgasmic lubricated tentacles. Thats what
swim had earlier. Pink finger-tentacles, Eighteen of them to be precise. and many eyes.
Geometric patterns overlay everything.
Swim feels the sort of triple-unity (SEE: holy trinity/godhead, is-not-is, three gods go into a god and become a god,
all that is, all that isn't, and all that isn't either of those; for reference.) Swim realises this is the best and only way to exist.
swim feels in his hand, in the shape of his index finger, middle finger and thumb, the aligning of these three components.
Perfect. Slightly out of phase. It keeps phasing. see earlier: curious bouncing effect
This IS the best way to exist. IF swim had to sum it up; it'd be beautiful. a sort of <blows rasberry> noise. BPPFTPt.
thats how it works. thats how it was all SHAT into existance. in one big wank-off. BLAT. SQUELTCH. There ya go!
of course.
High multiplied secret alien technology seems to have dissapated, but still fractal patterns and incredible OEV's cover
everything. No idea what was making up several parts of reality as swim ran about the house, upstairs and down because
swim's feild of vision toward the peripheries just seemed to be made up of pyramids, like egyptian archetecture but
folding, changing, ever rearranging in some impossible or atleast implausible fashion; like escher stairs.
Swim goes back upstairs to attempt communication. Finding swim's flatmate on the stairs, he escorts him back into his
bedroom making sure to be comforting. Flat mate sits on bed, swim is utterly flabbergasted. Communication is attempted
and all that comes back is a curious thing...
With the typical bouncing motion, and insane auditory hallucinations (Which swim doesn't get much, so he was very
grateful.) He looked at swim. His face was incredible. Normal but I could see extra eyes, a definate THIRD eye, and
amazing visuals generally. As he bounced toward me in the motion which seemd to carry though the whole trip
we caught a glimpse of what was happening
he said:
"big red"
which stretched and toned in the most high resolution acoustic remodeling synthesis that could possibly be expressed.
as he said this, swim bounced away from reality again, the room becoming deeper and more 4D.
No idea what big red meant. swim questioned it, but no response. Decided to go stand at the sink and get a drink,
or something. Complete indecision. no idea what to do.
Stood at the sink, reality still bouncing back and forth to see swim's flatmate's sound and vision (work) truck parked outside.
it took on the comforting and reassuring shape of a sort of offical, not like a police officer but more like a council member
sent to park outside and survey the trip, incase it got out of hand. The street was transformed. Obtained water, helped
a little.
More conversation with flatmate, Downstairs, out in to the garden. couldn't breathe.. lack of air in this hyperspace. 4D isn't
as easy to respire in as 3D.
The garden is incredible. Plants bloom in all directions, everything has taken on an elf-like form, actually, mroe like sort of
goblins from gremlins, but not evil, just mischevious. PLant leaves are ears... swim exclaims 'fucking AY!!! FUCKING YES!!"
please at his handywork. potatoes, artichokes, herbs, carrots, lettuces, datura, opium poppies. Everything is here.
The datura looks especially goblin-like.
<edit this didn't happen HERE, but it happened at somepoint in the trip. no idea when though, probably at the start:
* SWIM is lead into somekind of room, everything becomes baby-is, the visuals simple and comforting.
* swim feels as a child being taken care of. Exactly what swim needs.
* Swim feels guided by somekind of entity, though unseen; but nearby.
* Swim does feel that this trip was just a little bit over what he a) expected and b) was ready for, but thats how you grow.
>
Inside again. Flatmate needs help.He is standing with snot dripping out his nose in the studio. swim runs to get a tissue from
the kitchen and realises he can't breath with the naptha fumes from evaporating more dmt. 'bpppft (rasberry noise)' whats
the point!? and turns it off. opens front door and stands for a second, indecisive. What to do? leave the door open like a
squat? stand yes. thats it. stand, sort of, looking into the street leaning like a sentry.
nothing weird about that. "yea, whatever" is what they'd think. Looked at swim's beautiful new car (1 - 2 months old now).
Everything is as it should be. swim has recently broken up with girlfriend and child, which was unwanted. Ex is a complete
liar, and a slut. and still lies to this day. swim feels much better now on swims own.
front door pushed more closed and back upstairs. Flatmate has snot hanging from his nose and is stumbling around in the
studio. Swim runs to get a tissue for him, again. "this could be a tricky one," swim shouts. "just a second..." things begin to
come together again. Running about, grabbing keys, tissue, turning off the naptha, running back, shutting the front door, opening the back door, coming upstairs swim gives him a tissue and tell him to wipe his nose, then run downstairs again to
sort something (what?) out.
Back from upstairs to find him in the studio again. PHew. did it, somehow. still tripping, but things are re-integrating. swim
feels normality may be just around the corner. Its there and its coming back. The position of all the objects on the stairs
and the general messy state of the house does NOT help really. Total chaos. Wish things would return to normal.
Some contact is made, and swim explains that he broke his roland fantom fa-76. shame
A load is lifted. swim & him agreethat they should come down. He seems more responsive now. By my estimates that puts the DMT trip at probably about twenty
minuites to half an hour depending on if he dosed slightly before I did. Incredible from one hit of smoked DMT.
swim explains over the next ten fifteen minuites that he's now just seeking a sense of normality. Clasping hands together in
prayer like fashion, feeling it coming, feeling it nearby. The objects in the house and their disorder is a jarring feeling in
swim's head.
Still feel like swim can't breath really propperly.
swim holds onto hope that the flatmate will provide normallity. It comes, gradually.
they agree that they need women to look after them, being two single men has left the place in a state.
Moving back to flatmates room, post-trip chat is made, though very breif. I explain how incredible it was. How i didn't
even know that was POSSIBLE.
everything was folding backward on itself, multiplying, expanding, oozing out, covered with a million fractal glyphs
forming ultra high precision secret alien technology which I used for my music. Inanimate object self-sex in four, five,
six, seven, eight dimensions.
they keyboard moment was hilarious though.
Swim also pondered during the trip about having an orgy with many women, and smoking dmt. that would be fantastic;
having them all multiply and writhe on swim's naked body.
incredible journey. Utterly incredible. Utterly unprepared however swim had made various little rituals (incense, breathing
focus, tidying a little, etc) in order to assist with the trip. Swim also made sure he was satisified and no porn was around
in order to avoid the pitfalls of "the DMT horn" which he occasionally gets, and is very wasteful.
No idea what the come-down time was or how long it lasted. Probably about 20 minuites, 3 - 4 for alien technology,
10 for the main body of the peak. It sure was HELLA strong; and swim started the whole thing with the absoloutely
astounded expression of OMG how much smoke is that as it came out. It lasted alot longer than expected.
ONE toke.
One incredible journey.
Namastee.
shoe
