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That sounds way off. Can you give us a full rundown of what you used in your extraction to help eliminate the possibility of other factors?
Although the identity of the crystals realistically can only be determined through a proper chemical analysis, did they have any kind of subjective psychotropic effect at all, and if so, at what dose? There's a possibility that your anomalous observations could have primed your expectations if by some chance you did collect something that was largely DMT. Even so, it would be wise to hold off with taking any more of that stuff until you positively identified it as DMT or similar.
Reagent testing and TLC are the places where you should start if you're interested in narrowing down the possibilities of what those crystals could be. It's rather interesting that they didn't redissolve, although -30°C is colder than the average domestic freezer. For this reason one has to consider that the material may have transitioned into a more stable polymorph which is particularly resistant to redissolving in naphtha.
But again, we really can't say what it is unless someone else here has direct experience of this same material and used identical extraction procedures to obtain the same result. It would still be nice to see some pictures - preferably closeups - of the crystals and this would help some more with the troubleshooting process.
Oh, and if you did have any further comments on whatever subjective effects the material may have produced, that could prove informative too.
The effects were awful. Normally when I smoke DMT, I can tell within about five seconds what kind of ride I’m in for—either an ego-dissolving launch or just a pleasant “picture show.” My visuals usually start as a black-and-white image, like a street scene, and then they shift into more colorful, mechanical imagery—gears turning, machines unfolding, that kind of thing. Pretty consistent every time.
With really big hits, if I open my eyes the whole world spins like it’s mounted on a weather vane. I’ll see the same scene replicated five or six times, all rotating, like someone took snapshots of reality and is shuffling them in front of me instead of letting them stitch together into one seamless moment. So I usually keep my eyes closed during the heavy ones. That’s also when the buzzing starts in my ears, and if the dose is large enough, a white sheet just drops over my inner vision—total overwhelm. Those are intense but still familiar; I know the territory.
This stuff wasn’t that.
I took a hit big enough that I should’ve seen something—anything. No images. Nothing. It just kind of fizzled out. So I took a bigger one. At first I got that same “oh shit here it comes” feeling, but the buzzing was different. Then it hit me: it felt like I was being physically torn apart from the inside out. Not ego dissolution—actual body dissolution. Brutal.
Toward the end, it shifted into something even stranger. It felt like I was being scanned under a red light by some kind of Asian supercomputer—Chinese or Korean, that kind of vibe. Almost like my entire life was a simulation being reviewed by some master race or machine intelligence. No DMT “land,” no familiar visuals, no warmth—just this cold, uncomfortable, clinical scanning feeling. Not fun. Not insightful. Just wrong.
I remember telling myself, “Hold on, you’ll come back,” because it was so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced from DMT. And honestly, based on that and the total lack of the usual visuals, I really don’t think what I smoked was DMT. And if it was, I wouldn’t ever do it again.
