maybe two months ago I was testing out a batch of 2C-T-7 and took a very small dose, approximately 15mg. It was nice, and definitely accentuated my day, but wasn't much of an experience on its own. A few hours after come-up, as the effects showed subtle signs of tapering off, I took a miniscule hit of DMT. By miniscule, I mean I didn't even take one full toke; I just burnt a tiny amount and got a taste. I could not believe how hard it hit.
immediately, I was propelled into a vibrantly colorful, cartoon landscape. Some bigass grassy field with trees, flowers, sky...all very plain, solid, magic marker-looking colors. It almost appeared to be cel-shaded, if you're familiar with video game graphics at all.
Additionally, everything around me was frantically morphing. I saw flowers transform into pinwheels, pinwheels transform into butterflies, butterflies turn back into flowers. A tree's leaves bunched up into a rose-shaped mosaic, repeatedly blooming and unblooming, while ridges in its trunk became innumerable snakes, chasing each other's tails. Both the sky and grass were made up of block-styled letters and numbers, swirling around like alphabet soup going down a toilet, maintaining the colors, textures, and general shape of the scenery they represented. The contour of every discernable object was framed with thick borders of both black and white. I could see every single color combined into the whites, and in them danced the words "LOVE" and "PEACE," almost microscopic, nearly everywhere, in flashing rainbow text.
everywhere I looked, my surroundings performed impossible visual feats in my honor, as if they were putting on a show. Bolts of lightning and energy zoomed through my point of focus, further illuminating and accentuating everything my eyes rested upon. Examining any specific details only served to reveal more astounding intricacies.
while in the midst of being overwhelmed by this, a sentient being shapeshifted into existence right in front of me. This being was of many different forms simultaneously, and would've appeared as nothing more than eye candy had I not already been completely sure it was alive. But I was sure. It was alive, and it was me, manifested. We gestured to one another, back and forth, reassuringly, communicating something completely ineffable. It was an acknowledgement of all that was happening around us; an acknowledgement of all that was amazing, and all that was us. This being faded off into the distance, continually making subtle reappearances to cement this mutual assurance, and indulge in it. Eventually it disappeared, along with the entirety of my illusory surroundings.
suddenly I was back on earth, laying in my bed. There were beer bottles standing upright all over my floor; remnants of my earlier drinking and my laziness in cleaning them up. Every single one of them was alive, bouncing up and down as if just released from a jack-in-the-box. The blacklight lamp sitting next to me was flooding a brilliantly phosphorescent purple gelatin all over my floor, in waves, rippling and flowing as genuinely as real liquid. My computer monitor across the room had been replaced with a large, flat display depicting an exuberant clown's cartoon face. Its eyes were enormous white balls and its mouth was a monitor-shaped rectangle framed in bright red lips. It was laughing at me, and with me, in some nonvocal manner, communicating something to the effect of, "Wasn't that fun? Isn't this fun?" I conceded: yes, it was most certainly fun. Lightning bolts still accompanied my purveying of the room, almost like a mouse cursor for my eyes.
everything around me was strikingly three-dimensional for the next five minutes or so, but sadly, it wore off. It probably only lasted ten minutes from start to finish. But it was still the most visual psychedelic experience I can recall having, even more visual than full doses of DMT by itself. Shit is fucking insane.
