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Stewie
After a few sub-breakthrough experiences, that can be described as blah at most, I was blasted onto a spaceship with two of the grey aliens. They had a device of some kind that contained all of my previous DMT trips. I could see into all of them and relive them if I looked deep into one. They appeared as floating orbs.
They had all of the trips collected in some strange collection device, kind of looked like a missile shaped box. They told me why they had implanted me. It was so they could record these DMT experiences, collect, and review them. They knew that there is great power contained within the DMT experience. They said they don’t have anyway of going through the trip themselves and must record and review other beings trips.
They didn’t appear as friendly, or mean. They didn’t seem like they wanted to cause harm, but they also didn’t seem to concerned for my well being, like I was being used as a tool.
I felt as if they had complete control of my breakthrough. As if the DMT turned on a beacon and they pulled me the rest of the way there.
After they collected all of my trips, it was like they hit a trap door and I was thrust into darkness, back to my room.
They had all of the trips collected in some strange collection device, kind of looked like a missile shaped box. They told me why they had implanted me. It was so they could record these DMT experiences, collect, and review them. They knew that there is great power contained within the DMT experience. They said they don’t have anyway of going through the trip themselves and must record and review other beings trips.
They didn’t appear as friendly, or mean. They didn’t seem like they wanted to cause harm, but they also didn’t seem to concerned for my well being, like I was being used as a tool.
I felt as if they had complete control of my breakthrough. As if the DMT turned on a beacon and they pulled me the rest of the way there.
After they collected all of my trips, it was like they hit a trap door and I was thrust into darkness, back to my room.