Like a dick I skipped that step, thinking that smoking extra weed and lying down would save me. I was wrong. Very wrong. Especially as I took all the DMT.
Still, even when I was puking harder than ever before (I had to do it twice) and lying on my bathroom floor wishing I'd never even heard of silly jungle drugs it didn't ruin the experience. In fact, immediately after I chucked up the second time it was as if the drug took pity on me a bit and the intense DMT visuals gave way to some impossibly detailed and vivid Egyptian stele-type scenes - kind of like it said "oh, you like this shit don't you? Well have some of this for a bit and go back to your bed and lie down".
For the first part of the trip the intensity was unbelievable and made it hard to even think, let alone form a coherent enough impression to be able to describe it. The euphoria just kept building to almost-uncomfortable levels. At one point I just thought "you're a dick and you shouldn't be messing with these things". What was amazing was how keen the drug was to dispel any negative thoughts I might have about myself - it was, at the risk of sounding corny, as if the drug or the entities it facilitated contact with (I'm reluctant to use such terminology so freely, but that's certainly the handiest description) really liked me, loved me even, and wanted me to appreciate myself more. Which was fine with me of course. The kind of neutral / negative ego examination you can get with acid or 2C-E was completely absent.
Best body high of any drug whatsoever into the bargain and the afterglow is going very nicely indeed. What can I say? People who've only smoked it should definitely try this.
