windupgodzilla
Rising Star
I had a really disappointing bummer of an experience last night turning my roommate on to DMT.
He’d expressed interest in trying it since I did my first extraction and had my first experiences a couple of months ago. I told him we could do it any time. Last night he was like can we do it tonight? I had some doubt because he’d had a couple of drinks in my presence (I don’t drink) but I brushed it off. He’s kind of an alcoholic but he didn’t appear to be wasted or anything so I figured he’d be ok.
And he was ok. I did a little cleansing ritual in my living room with a sage smudge and a gong. I gave him a pre-game coaching on getting the route of administration right. He asked if he could keep the music on low and I said sure. I set him up with 30 mg in my oil burner and told him I’d see him when he got back in a few minutes. I helped him get 4 hits in and he spent the next five minutes staring into my cat’s eyes and giggling. Once he blurted out, “Weird!” When he was more lucid, he described it as our living room was a glowing, beautiful, and almost Japanese scene with my cat as the central focus. He said it reminded him of his first time taking mushrooms when, not knowing what he was doing, he ate a quarter ounce. Before long he was up and around, using his phone and talking freely.
I was gonna pass on tripping myself because I was a little high on cannabis and I was hungry but watching my roommate tempted me. I asked him if he would sit me for a trip and he was like yeah do it. I said “I’m gonna turn off the music because I find it distracting,” and did so. I loaded up my own 30 mg and expressed some nervousness about going for it on weed because I’d never combined DMT with anything before. Anyway, I told him I just needed him to sit and maybe take the pipe from my hands when I finished my hits.
I got three hits in and put the pipe down. The liftoff started and I closed my eyes for a second to try to get my bearings. Almost immediately my roommate got up and started walking around the room. “What the f**k is this,” I heard him say. I open my eyes and he is in the middle of our living room standing in a cat litter box i’m selling on Craigslist. He crouched in it and made a pooping sound until he fell over. I said out loud, “You realize I am conscious right?” I didn’t have the physical ability to engage further. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. My roommate kept picking objects in the room up and loudly putting them down on the table and it was really distracting and I started feeling totally disrespected. Then he got up and loudly started playing with my cat. At a certain point I whispered, “Will you please stop doing that?” He did.
I laid there sighing with my eyes closed as a muted version of other DMT visions I’ve had in the past flowed by. There was a jester swimming in the swirling, fluid geometry and waving like he was passing me in a hallway. The color grey hung over the whole trip like a cloud. I was really upset with my roommate for not respecting my experience the way I respected his and I was trying to put my thoughts together to tell him this without getting too outwardly upset.
I started speaking before I was fully down and, once I did, there was no holding back how upset I was. I was like “Why would you mess with me and start acting like a clown like immediately after I put the pipe down? Everything I’ve done since we got started here has been with a seriousness and respect for what you know is a very powerful experience. I did everything I could to make your experience safe and calm and you did the opposite of that for me. You know this isn’t a party drug and soon as I got it in me you started acting like my drunk uncle on Easter. I expected you, as my friend, to respect my experience and you totally disrespected it.” He tried to get indignant and act like I was off base and that made me really angry. I pretty much yelled at him for being selfish and ignorant for 5 minutes and he eventually apologized, mostly to get me off his back. I said, “I accept your apology but that was a real bummer, man.” I laid my head down and was sighing and he got up and tapped me on the knee saying, “Sorry, buddy,” and walked off to the bathroom. I got up and just went in my room. I felt like I’d been kicked in the head.
I’ve taken LSD and mushrooms many times but this was only my 16th time smoking DMT. I learned some hard lessons. One is that alcohol and DMT don’t ever belong in the same room as each other. Another is that I will never share DMT with people that aren’t part of a psychedelic community again. Another is that I need to more carefully evaluate my setting and companions for safety factors and not throw caution to the wind when I have doubts. As much as I think my roommate acted like a selfish jerk, he has no experience in being a trip sitter and I should have more clearly explained what I needed from him in that moment. Either that or I should have waited until he went to bed and did it alone.
Anyway, this is kind of a long ramble but 12 hours later I’m still pretty bummed about it and I figure people here would understand. Thanks.
He’d expressed interest in trying it since I did my first extraction and had my first experiences a couple of months ago. I told him we could do it any time. Last night he was like can we do it tonight? I had some doubt because he’d had a couple of drinks in my presence (I don’t drink) but I brushed it off. He’s kind of an alcoholic but he didn’t appear to be wasted or anything so I figured he’d be ok.
And he was ok. I did a little cleansing ritual in my living room with a sage smudge and a gong. I gave him a pre-game coaching on getting the route of administration right. He asked if he could keep the music on low and I said sure. I set him up with 30 mg in my oil burner and told him I’d see him when he got back in a few minutes. I helped him get 4 hits in and he spent the next five minutes staring into my cat’s eyes and giggling. Once he blurted out, “Weird!” When he was more lucid, he described it as our living room was a glowing, beautiful, and almost Japanese scene with my cat as the central focus. He said it reminded him of his first time taking mushrooms when, not knowing what he was doing, he ate a quarter ounce. Before long he was up and around, using his phone and talking freely.
I was gonna pass on tripping myself because I was a little high on cannabis and I was hungry but watching my roommate tempted me. I asked him if he would sit me for a trip and he was like yeah do it. I said “I’m gonna turn off the music because I find it distracting,” and did so. I loaded up my own 30 mg and expressed some nervousness about going for it on weed because I’d never combined DMT with anything before. Anyway, I told him I just needed him to sit and maybe take the pipe from my hands when I finished my hits.
I got three hits in and put the pipe down. The liftoff started and I closed my eyes for a second to try to get my bearings. Almost immediately my roommate got up and started walking around the room. “What the f**k is this,” I heard him say. I open my eyes and he is in the middle of our living room standing in a cat litter box i’m selling on Craigslist. He crouched in it and made a pooping sound until he fell over. I said out loud, “You realize I am conscious right?” I didn’t have the physical ability to engage further. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. My roommate kept picking objects in the room up and loudly putting them down on the table and it was really distracting and I started feeling totally disrespected. Then he got up and loudly started playing with my cat. At a certain point I whispered, “Will you please stop doing that?” He did.
I laid there sighing with my eyes closed as a muted version of other DMT visions I’ve had in the past flowed by. There was a jester swimming in the swirling, fluid geometry and waving like he was passing me in a hallway. The color grey hung over the whole trip like a cloud. I was really upset with my roommate for not respecting my experience the way I respected his and I was trying to put my thoughts together to tell him this without getting too outwardly upset.
I started speaking before I was fully down and, once I did, there was no holding back how upset I was. I was like “Why would you mess with me and start acting like a clown like immediately after I put the pipe down? Everything I’ve done since we got started here has been with a seriousness and respect for what you know is a very powerful experience. I did everything I could to make your experience safe and calm and you did the opposite of that for me. You know this isn’t a party drug and soon as I got it in me you started acting like my drunk uncle on Easter. I expected you, as my friend, to respect my experience and you totally disrespected it.” He tried to get indignant and act like I was off base and that made me really angry. I pretty much yelled at him for being selfish and ignorant for 5 minutes and he eventually apologized, mostly to get me off his back. I said, “I accept your apology but that was a real bummer, man.” I laid my head down and was sighing and he got up and tapped me on the knee saying, “Sorry, buddy,” and walked off to the bathroom. I got up and just went in my room. I felt like I’d been kicked in the head.
I’ve taken LSD and mushrooms many times but this was only my 16th time smoking DMT. I learned some hard lessons. One is that alcohol and DMT don’t ever belong in the same room as each other. Another is that I will never share DMT with people that aren’t part of a psychedelic community again. Another is that I need to more carefully evaluate my setting and companions for safety factors and not throw caution to the wind when I have doubts. As much as I think my roommate acted like a selfish jerk, he has no experience in being a trip sitter and I should have more clearly explained what I needed from him in that moment. Either that or I should have waited until he went to bed and did it alone.
Anyway, this is kind of a long ramble but 12 hours later I’m still pretty bummed about it and I figure people here would understand. Thanks.
People just dont get what we do and how its done man...dmt isn't for them at all, as even the social aspect of dmt takes a certain level of maturity, not to mention intense trips.
