So last saturday evening (about 10-11 pm) I smoked 100mg of DMT. That was my first time with DMT and my previous experiences with psychedelics were limited to NBome's.
What happened was unbelievably amazing.
After about 4 - 5 minutes after snorting I felt terrible body load. Then, the visuals started being more obvious and obvious. At first I just felt that the colours were getting more... colourful? I remember saying something like "This room looks like a painting". Visuals were getting stronger and stronger, the breathing, the blur, the trippling of every object, colour changes, fractals and shapes... That was just amazing.
And then, the breakthrough.
I felt gagging, I automatically ran to bathroom - I puked a little bit and then sat down on the floor. The bathroom was quite dark so I did not see any visuals, but my mind was getting crazy. I felt like there are at least 5 people around me, even though there was only my friend in the next room. I started losing my mind
- I was transported to the world of crazy and taken out of context dreams. They were grotesque - weird places, weird objects and creatures, almost no action. I felt like I'm experiencing at least 10 dreams at the same time. After a couple of minutes sitting on the floor of bathroom, I went back to the room and layed down on the bed. I did not close my eyes, but I covered them with my arm. I kept on experiencing weird dreams and thoughts. Sometimes I would lift my arm to see the room, but the visuals were so intense that I just couldn't look at them. I was so overhelmed with what was going on...
The TV was on with some criminal - police TV series and The Best of Mozart was playing from my phone. This music was really annoying, it sounded very weird, not like music. My friend who was supposed to my trip sitter was doing nothing. Just sitting down on the chair and clicking on his phone like crazy. The only thing he did was to put a cold and wet piece of rag on my face after I came back from bathroom.
I kept on laying down on the bed with my mind going on around thousands of weird and grotesque dreams at the same time. When the peak was finally wearing off, I could finally say things and look at the world around me. I decided to be quiet and lay down with my eyes covered. I was focusing on the TV - there was a policeman with very nice deep voice who was talking about son of a mother, who was a drug addict. I was so focused that the only thing I could feel, see, hear or think about, was the voice. It really made me calm down...
The whole trip - peak was about 24 minutes in length, though it felt like hours. Very intense and overhelming, the only way to fight it is to calm down and relax. Anything I would try to say during the tirp was too loud. I was trying to say "shh" very quietly - too loud, really loud. I am sure going to get more DMT and maybe experience a good trip - who knows.
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