This is an account of my first encounter with N,N-Dimethyltryptamine, which occurred yesterday afternoon. Before going into my trip, here's the standard background on the author: I'm 19, male, and fairly experienced in the realm of psychoactives. I rarely get the chance to trip, though, so imagine my delight when I went to my friend's house and was greeted with a gracious amount of DMT extracted from mimosa hostilis! I started bracing myself as soon as he brought the chemical up in conversation.
Set: I'm in an okay mood. Just looking to kill some time before work. I meet up with my friend (we'll call him "S") just to chill and smoke and he immediately offers me some DMT. I'm excited, but a little nervous now. Mostly I'm wary of the intense come-up that the drug is so notorious for. I've tripped LSD and shrooms once each before, as well as had a few experiences with K that were certainly psychedelic...but I know that nothing can possibly prepare me for the hit I'm about to take.
Setting: I'm with my friend S at his house, in his room. It's a nice day outside. S and I discuss the nature of DMT for a bit and he loads the yellowish flakes over a tiny pinch of weed (to cover the hole) in my pipe. He's not taking any, so I'm the only one tripping. The rest goes as follows.
The Experience: I take a deliberately-paced hit as S holds the lighter just close enough to the bowl to slowly melt the DMT. I hold it in for a good 10 or so seconds, and sure enough, the gears have already begun shifting before I even exhale. Things immediately feel very "different", but I'm not quite floored. S and I engage in conversation while I examine his room. Everything in it is rippling slightly, and I feel a delightful warmth coming from the whole place. I had taken a fairly small amount, but that was certainly enough to induce some nice borderline effects.
After collecting my thoughts from the short, pleasant trip, my friend let me take a much bigger hit. I'm going out on a limb and saying it was at least 30mg. This is definitely the "breakthrough" I was anticipating. In the span of 30 seconds, I had been suddenly sent to a very BAD place and the sky WAS, in fact, FALLING. Grabbing a hold of my senses, I stop to tell S how it's hitting me. I then turn to look at the psychedelic poster artwork S had on his door and watched it as the patterns undulated and danced around in impossible ways. Looking back at S, I see him play his guitar and seemingly project outwards and inwards several times over as the rest of the room expands and contracts with him. The fear that was in me has diminished somewhat as I'm simply in awe at how powerful the visions are.
S then instructs me to close my eyes. I do, and am jettisoned into deep space. I fly around the universe but then I land somewhere, I don't know precisely where...but somewhere. I watch civilizations prosper and fall in fast-motion, like stop animation or a flipbook. Then I feel like I'm witnessing all of existence melt at a rapid clip, and I begin to think about what I've done to myself. This is the end, it has to be. What have I done to myself? There's no way out of this. Nothing in the world can save me now. But I don't even know who "me" is. I don't even know where "where" is.
But then I realized...hey, I can open my eyes!
The rest of the trip was spent talking with S and enjoying the dwindling open-eye visuals. I feeling distinctly humbled and content at this point. This all occurred in the span of 20 minutes, but when I left it seemed like a couple of days had went past! I was glad to have some previous experience with psychedelics and a good sitter like S before going into this; I certainly wouldn't recommend it to newcomers or anyone prone to anxiety.
Ah, I suppose that goes without saying, right?
But you get what I mean.
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Set: I'm in an okay mood. Just looking to kill some time before work. I meet up with my friend (we'll call him "S") just to chill and smoke and he immediately offers me some DMT. I'm excited, but a little nervous now. Mostly I'm wary of the intense come-up that the drug is so notorious for. I've tripped LSD and shrooms once each before, as well as had a few experiences with K that were certainly psychedelic...but I know that nothing can possibly prepare me for the hit I'm about to take.
Setting: I'm with my friend S at his house, in his room. It's a nice day outside. S and I discuss the nature of DMT for a bit and he loads the yellowish flakes over a tiny pinch of weed (to cover the hole) in my pipe. He's not taking any, so I'm the only one tripping. The rest goes as follows.
The Experience: I take a deliberately-paced hit as S holds the lighter just close enough to the bowl to slowly melt the DMT. I hold it in for a good 10 or so seconds, and sure enough, the gears have already begun shifting before I even exhale. Things immediately feel very "different", but I'm not quite floored. S and I engage in conversation while I examine his room. Everything in it is rippling slightly, and I feel a delightful warmth coming from the whole place. I had taken a fairly small amount, but that was certainly enough to induce some nice borderline effects.
After collecting my thoughts from the short, pleasant trip, my friend let me take a much bigger hit. I'm going out on a limb and saying it was at least 30mg. This is definitely the "breakthrough" I was anticipating. In the span of 30 seconds, I had been suddenly sent to a very BAD place and the sky WAS, in fact, FALLING. Grabbing a hold of my senses, I stop to tell S how it's hitting me. I then turn to look at the psychedelic poster artwork S had on his door and watched it as the patterns undulated and danced around in impossible ways. Looking back at S, I see him play his guitar and seemingly project outwards and inwards several times over as the rest of the room expands and contracts with him. The fear that was in me has diminished somewhat as I'm simply in awe at how powerful the visions are.
S then instructs me to close my eyes. I do, and am jettisoned into deep space. I fly around the universe but then I land somewhere, I don't know precisely where...but somewhere. I watch civilizations prosper and fall in fast-motion, like stop animation or a flipbook. Then I feel like I'm witnessing all of existence melt at a rapid clip, and I begin to think about what I've done to myself. This is the end, it has to be. What have I done to myself? There's no way out of this. Nothing in the world can save me now. But I don't even know who "me" is. I don't even know where "where" is.
But then I realized...hey, I can open my eyes!
The rest of the trip was spent talking with S and enjoying the dwindling open-eye visuals. I feeling distinctly humbled and content at this point. This all occurred in the span of 20 minutes, but when I left it seemed like a couple of days had went past! I was glad to have some previous experience with psychedelics and a good sitter like S before going into this; I certainly wouldn't recommend it to newcomers or anyone prone to anxiety.
Ah, I suppose that goes without saying, right?
But you get what I mean.substancecode_DMT
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