I've smoked DMT seven times before, as well as having extensive experience with DPT and 17 other psychedelics involving hundreds of trips, and this trip was the most perturbing one I've ever had.
I take my Zune, my make-shift DMT pipe loaded with 50mg, and lay down in my girlfriends bed and slowly, slowly heat up the DMT. As soon as I get a taste through the straw I start inhaling, taking in as much as I possibly could in one hit, and set the pipe down and hold it in.
Instantly I feel the charge of DMT fire through my body, I feel my body fading away and just lay down and close my eyes and put on Shpongle. At first, colours appear morphing and changing, eventually taking solid shapes and patterning themselves into objects, which in turn spew out new colours to form fractals. Eventually all the madness sort of solidifies into a recognizable shape, I'm driving a car along a road, but nothing looked like how it normally looked. All the colours were wrong, and everything was made out of DMT-stuff.
I drove along for a while laughing to myself when in my head I looked to my right, and saw a fully formed shadow of a man floating next to me, staring at me. It hated me, hated me more than anything I've ever felt in my life. I was shocked and taken unaware, I had read about entity contact on DMT, but not like this. It started reaching out for me with it's arms, burning his eyeless face in my direction. I snapped out of it and "moved" in my head and stared back at him with as much hatred as he stared at me with. This enraged the shadow and caused him to double up in size and get even angrier. I stopped this quickly, and just stared neutrally at him, and he faded away, staring at me until he was gone, with that intense hate.
At this point I shocked myself out of the trip, and opened my eyes, and started gasping for air, unsure of what the fuck just happened. I closed my eyes tentatively, to probe for the stranger and he was there again, starting to fade in. I jerked my eyes back open and I could still feel it's presence, literally right next to me. I moved in the room, and thought about this for a few minutes, and then went outside for a cigarette to clear my head. This wasn't the DMT I was used to, since when does my 2nd favourite psychedelic send shadows to attack me?
I went inside and told my girlfriend and friend and they theorized that it was the "energy" left over from my girlfriends ex-husband who I know would probably try to kill me, at least hates me with all his might. I personally am an atheist, and am left asking and wondering and unsure. I know I was on drugs, but fuck, so terrifying and engrossing. I've never been quite so scared on a trip, even when I've pushed WAY WAY WAY beyond what I can handle, and vaporize my ego with a proverbial psychedelic nuke, (MXE+DPT, LSD+Shrooms+MDMA, DXM+Cannabis+Salvia+n2o, stupid shit like that at high doses) I feel more okay about the experience than that. Even at my lowest, most horrified of trips, ones that had real world consequences, I was not this scared. Beyond that though, it was a fine trip flying through DMT hyperspace.
I take my Zune, my make-shift DMT pipe loaded with 50mg, and lay down in my girlfriends bed and slowly, slowly heat up the DMT. As soon as I get a taste through the straw I start inhaling, taking in as much as I possibly could in one hit, and set the pipe down and hold it in.
Instantly I feel the charge of DMT fire through my body, I feel my body fading away and just lay down and close my eyes and put on Shpongle. At first, colours appear morphing and changing, eventually taking solid shapes and patterning themselves into objects, which in turn spew out new colours to form fractals. Eventually all the madness sort of solidifies into a recognizable shape, I'm driving a car along a road, but nothing looked like how it normally looked. All the colours were wrong, and everything was made out of DMT-stuff.
I drove along for a while laughing to myself when in my head I looked to my right, and saw a fully formed shadow of a man floating next to me, staring at me. It hated me, hated me more than anything I've ever felt in my life. I was shocked and taken unaware, I had read about entity contact on DMT, but not like this. It started reaching out for me with it's arms, burning his eyeless face in my direction. I snapped out of it and "moved" in my head and stared back at him with as much hatred as he stared at me with. This enraged the shadow and caused him to double up in size and get even angrier. I stopped this quickly, and just stared neutrally at him, and he faded away, staring at me until he was gone, with that intense hate.
At this point I shocked myself out of the trip, and opened my eyes, and started gasping for air, unsure of what the fuck just happened. I closed my eyes tentatively, to probe for the stranger and he was there again, starting to fade in. I jerked my eyes back open and I could still feel it's presence, literally right next to me. I moved in the room, and thought about this for a few minutes, and then went outside for a cigarette to clear my head. This wasn't the DMT I was used to, since when does my 2nd favourite psychedelic send shadows to attack me?
I went inside and told my girlfriend and friend and they theorized that it was the "energy" left over from my girlfriends ex-husband who I know would probably try to kill me, at least hates me with all his might. I personally am an atheist, and am left asking and wondering and unsure. I know I was on drugs, but fuck, so terrifying and engrossing. I've never been quite so scared on a trip, even when I've pushed WAY WAY WAY beyond what I can handle, and vaporize my ego with a proverbial psychedelic nuke, (MXE+DPT, LSD+Shrooms+MDMA, DXM+Cannabis+Salvia+n2o, stupid shit like that at high doses) I feel more okay about the experience than that. Even at my lowest, most horrified of trips, ones that had real world consequences, I was not this scared. Beyond that though, it was a fine trip flying through DMT hyperspace.