00Burnout
Rising Star
I had 1 of my bros over last night and we blasted off together, no breakthroughs though, but he greatly enjoyed our shared experience.
About an hour later, I piled 54mg (was shootin for 50, but I just went with it at that) on top of a bowl of weed. I was thinkin, I probably won't be able to finish this but I'll have it for later. I melted the dmt down, lowered my lighter a little and took a nice big rip, held it, exhaled, and hit it again. After the 3rd hit, I just kept tellin myself' "come on, one more, you can do it". I took a 4th, a 5th maybe, not sure cause I couldn't track it anymore, but I finished the bowl, and the last rip I just roasted it and cashed it out (either I was too far to notice, or there wasn't any dmt left to burn, cause it didn't have that awful burnt taste)
I managed to set the pipe down on the coffee table, and boy what a reach that was! I laid back and closed my eyes. The chyrsanthamum first showed, it was red and continuously morphing, below it I saw 2 albino giraffe looking creatures side by side repeatedly bowing (if they had been closer they would've butted "heads?".
Slowly, the petals of the chrysanthamum started falling away, and briefly I saw a large constantly morphing mass of pillars, gears, and orbs (I'm fairly certain they let me peek at the machine for my effort), but soon after, I found myself in a room with many strange and indescribable morphing objects, somewhat reminiscent of the toys you find for toddlers in a doctor's waiting room (and I think a couch?), and I knew immediately I was in the waiting room.
I told myself "this is fine, if it's not my turn then I can wait a little longer, I've waited this long" and was overcome with a very strong sense of "you're next."
I wanted to look around, and really observe the space I was in, but I couldn't. I think this may be due to the fact I was not entirely "there" and still semi aware of my physical body and where it was at.
I think when I have the house to myself on Wednesday, I'll make it there, but we will see!
About an hour later, I piled 54mg (was shootin for 50, but I just went with it at that) on top of a bowl of weed. I was thinkin, I probably won't be able to finish this but I'll have it for later. I melted the dmt down, lowered my lighter a little and took a nice big rip, held it, exhaled, and hit it again. After the 3rd hit, I just kept tellin myself' "come on, one more, you can do it". I took a 4th, a 5th maybe, not sure cause I couldn't track it anymore, but I finished the bowl, and the last rip I just roasted it and cashed it out (either I was too far to notice, or there wasn't any dmt left to burn, cause it didn't have that awful burnt taste)
I managed to set the pipe down on the coffee table, and boy what a reach that was! I laid back and closed my eyes. The chyrsanthamum first showed, it was red and continuously morphing, below it I saw 2 albino giraffe looking creatures side by side repeatedly bowing (if they had been closer they would've butted "heads?".
Slowly, the petals of the chrysanthamum started falling away, and briefly I saw a large constantly morphing mass of pillars, gears, and orbs (I'm fairly certain they let me peek at the machine for my effort), but soon after, I found myself in a room with many strange and indescribable morphing objects, somewhat reminiscent of the toys you find for toddlers in a doctor's waiting room (and I think a couch?), and I knew immediately I was in the waiting room.
I told myself "this is fine, if it's not my turn then I can wait a little longer, I've waited this long" and was overcome with a very strong sense of "you're next."
I wanted to look around, and really observe the space I was in, but I couldn't. I think this may be due to the fact I was not entirely "there" and still semi aware of my physical body and where it was at.
I think when I have the house to myself on Wednesday, I'll make it there, but we will see!