memphis10
Bluelighter
I've very familiar with psychs, mainly LSD, mushrooms, 2c's. Tripped acid first time when I was 13 (also first drug ever)...became aware of DMT sometime around 15ish.
My first DMT trip came unplanned, it was a cold Dec. 28th night, and I went over to a friend of mines appartment to chill with him and his gf and one of their friends. I cannot provide time references in this report because well there was no sense of time.
The night started out with the usual heavy beer drinking, chronic smoking that we always find ourselves doing.
The topic of tripping came up, I said something like, "I would fucking kill somebody over some DMT, havent been able to find it in almost 3 years of searching"
My buddy, whos appartment it was (we'll call him J), said "Well shit, i've got some in my room"
Now, this is important because it almost made the trip completely different. J's G/f was a snobby catholic school stuck up bitch that knew absolutely NOTHING about drugs, especially not DMT. She wholeheartedly believed in all of the negative untrue myths about LSD...and DMT was something she'd never heard of.
J goes to his room and brings out a little red baggie full of orange crystals.
J wasnt planning on us doing it right then and there that night, but I was very persistent. I grabbed a pen off his counter and proceeded to grab the tin foil, wrap it around the hollow pen tube, and made a decent foily/pen pipe. J eyeballed what I'd say was a match sized skinny line of crystals out before me, and I eagerly scraped them into the pipe.
Now, a little background about my trip companion for that night (we'll call him D). J's friend that i had just met that time was one of those 25-26 year old, big, happy, friendly guys. He drank a lot of beer, smoked some pot, that was it. He'd never tripped acid, and when I told him about DMT, he was like "well hell yeah, im in". Me and J kinda looked at each other and were like, "should we give him this"...D was like "im doing it, its a done deal, im ready". We just said OKAY.
I sat down in J's living room in his leather chair. Pipe in hand. J sat on the couch next to his gf and D sat in a rolly chair facing me. All eyes on me. I told J to hold the lighter for me. I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and sent some positive vibes out to the universe, knowing I'd be out there somewhere momentarily.
J lit the bottom of the foil, looking straight down into the pipe. "INHALE, NOW, GO GO GO GO GO"
I exhaled, J smiled...I started to feel, weird. FAST. Almost like good MDMA good. My vision changed and it was like looking at the room through fishscales. Or a kaleidescope (holy shit i spelled it right the first time).
I stood up. I knew that if I could stand up I probably needed more. I walked over the counter and motioned J over and said..."more". J said "fine" and dumped out atleast 2.5x my last dose. I thought it was me and D's dose both together...nope...mine.
I sat back down in the chair. All eyes on me. Im still feeling pretty good at this point. I feel like I knew what DMT was about, that I had the feel for it, that this chemical was great but not above me. I was wrong.
J lit the pipe. This is where things get kinda fuzzy. All I remember is the "INHALE" from J and then J laughing saying "wow, that is ALOT of FUCKING SMOKE!" It was like I had gotten a fucking cone full bong rip...of DMT.
Everything went black about this time and I couldnt hear nor open my eyes to see anything. I felt myself (if there was even a me at this point) being pulled far...FAR...away from my body, and this planet. Its hard to describe exactly what I "saw"...I "saw" damn near everything out there. My mind was with me though, as I could still think. I remember thinking at one point that I had deff. died and its like I heard everyone I knew and esepcially my parents say "yup, taylors dead, drugs, knew it was coming".
This is when I somehow forced myself to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and didnt recognize anyone around me. Its like blacking out and waking up rolling and tripping your fucking balls off around people you've never met somewhere you've never been.
I started to feel myself coming down and thats when I could muster my first words. "what happened?"
J jumped off the couch laughing, ran over to me, knowing that I had just brokethrough on DMT for the first time. He grabbed my hand and shook it and then a high five. I looked over on the couch at his naive ass gf and she was staring at me like if my mom was watching me fuck a hooker while hitting a crack pipe at the same time. Bad vibes. I looked over to D...who was like "wtf..." He looked at me and said, "are you back buddy". I said "yeah"
Around this time I still couldnt stand up and I pointed at D and said "your turn".
J loaded the pipe up with a little less than what was in mine the 2nd time. Still tripping, an evil feeling kinda came over me...one that said I should stop him...but i didnt.
D hit the pipe, big exhale just like me...and was fine for about 15 seconds. I look over and he is sititing bent over in his rolly chair rubbing his face...eyes blankly staring out into the distance.
D jumps up (and hey, hes a big guy) and thats when J jumps up. D grabs hold of J and says "DUDE" and then some unintelligable words. At this time J's g/f stands up and is like "ok what the fuck". im sitting back in the chair, laughing hysterically.
D runs over to the couch and lays down. Now, this is where things get weird. At this point im still lookin through fishscales, but I can feel DMT loosening its grip on me.
J has a retarded little painting over his couch that is like a watercolor of 3 sailboats in the ocean. D stared up at this poster for a few seconds and then started screaming at the top of his lungs. "THE PORPOISES! THE TURTLES! DOLPHINS!" "JIVE HO!"...in between each word laughing HYSTERICALLY. SCREAMING. Now, we're in a nice appartment and its kinda late and some 220 lb dude is screaming D has this look in his eyes that I have never seen before. He was the definition of GONE. D started flailing his arms and legs and its at this point I jumped up (which was fun as shit jumping for some reason) and ran over to D, took his shoes off, and took the lamps off both end tables around the couch.
D was still screaming random things and the turtles and porpoises and jive ho and blah blah blah. I started to think that maybe this guy has had a psychic break and will never be the same. J's g/f is mortified but starting to find it funny and grabs her camera phone and start video taping D just completely out of his mind screaming about sea animals and shit.
I grab my phone and start to video, for some reason it seemed like the right thing to do (turns out I didnt grab my phone, I grabbed J's, somehow figured out his video option on his phone in like .5 seconds and was now the tripping video camera guy.
D starts to come around after what feels like an hour. He can look at us in the eyes...laughing...but still all he could get out of his mouth was either one of the 3 sea animals he had dreamed up or..."jive ho"...which became the most used phrase around this time.
"how ya feeling D" "JIVE HO!...AHAHASHAHAHAHA"
Around this time J comes over to me and I was like, "tell me I did not act like this when I went out." He said "dude you were perfect you just laid back in the chair with your eyes closed and 2 thumbs up pointin at D". I felt good.
D comes back down FINALLY, but still is incorporating sea animals into the conversation at random times. The conversations kinda went like this:
J: so what did that feel like
D: AHAHAHAHA dude that was the craziest shit ever JIVE HO AAHAHAHAHA thank you
J's g/f: what did you sees
D: PORPOISES AND TURTLES AND THE DOLPHINS AHAHAHAH JIVE HO.
I began to think that he would be this way the rest of his life....but as time went by the sea animals and jive ho started to lessen and D could string together some sentences. Basically just enough to tell us he loved it and that was the craziest thing hes EVER done and thanks to J.
A knock on the door! OH SHIT. COPS?!
Johns landlord is at the door. She says "J, its late, yall need to keep it down". J says yes maam and closes the door.
By the time we left I was back to baseline, still feeling good, amazed at how I could go so far out and come back so fast.
I cannot wait to try this again. CANNOT WAIT.
EDIT: If i had the videos...Id post em. J and the chick have since parted ways and I may be able to track her down and ask her if she still has it. J deleted the video on his phone (which were hillarious)
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My first DMT trip came unplanned, it was a cold Dec. 28th night, and I went over to a friend of mines appartment to chill with him and his gf and one of their friends. I cannot provide time references in this report because well there was no sense of time.
The night started out with the usual heavy beer drinking, chronic smoking that we always find ourselves doing.
The topic of tripping came up, I said something like, "I would fucking kill somebody over some DMT, havent been able to find it in almost 3 years of searching"
My buddy, whos appartment it was (we'll call him J), said "Well shit, i've got some in my room"
Now, this is important because it almost made the trip completely different. J's G/f was a snobby catholic school stuck up bitch that knew absolutely NOTHING about drugs, especially not DMT. She wholeheartedly believed in all of the negative untrue myths about LSD...and DMT was something she'd never heard of.
J goes to his room and brings out a little red baggie full of orange crystals.
J wasnt planning on us doing it right then and there that night, but I was very persistent. I grabbed a pen off his counter and proceeded to grab the tin foil, wrap it around the hollow pen tube, and made a decent foily/pen pipe. J eyeballed what I'd say was a match sized skinny line of crystals out before me, and I eagerly scraped them into the pipe.
Now, a little background about my trip companion for that night (we'll call him D). J's friend that i had just met that time was one of those 25-26 year old, big, happy, friendly guys. He drank a lot of beer, smoked some pot, that was it. He'd never tripped acid, and when I told him about DMT, he was like "well hell yeah, im in". Me and J kinda looked at each other and were like, "should we give him this"...D was like "im doing it, its a done deal, im ready". We just said OKAY.
I sat down in J's living room in his leather chair. Pipe in hand. J sat on the couch next to his gf and D sat in a rolly chair facing me. All eyes on me. I told J to hold the lighter for me. I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and sent some positive vibes out to the universe, knowing I'd be out there somewhere momentarily.
J lit the bottom of the foil, looking straight down into the pipe. "INHALE, NOW, GO GO GO GO GO"
I exhaled, J smiled...I started to feel, weird. FAST. Almost like good MDMA good. My vision changed and it was like looking at the room through fishscales. Or a kaleidescope (holy shit i spelled it right the first time).
I stood up. I knew that if I could stand up I probably needed more. I walked over the counter and motioned J over and said..."more". J said "fine" and dumped out atleast 2.5x my last dose. I thought it was me and D's dose both together...nope...mine.
I sat back down in the chair. All eyes on me. Im still feeling pretty good at this point. I feel like I knew what DMT was about, that I had the feel for it, that this chemical was great but not above me. I was wrong.
J lit the pipe. This is where things get kinda fuzzy. All I remember is the "INHALE" from J and then J laughing saying "wow, that is ALOT of FUCKING SMOKE!" It was like I had gotten a fucking cone full bong rip...of DMT.
Everything went black about this time and I couldnt hear nor open my eyes to see anything. I felt myself (if there was even a me at this point) being pulled far...FAR...away from my body, and this planet. Its hard to describe exactly what I "saw"...I "saw" damn near everything out there. My mind was with me though, as I could still think. I remember thinking at one point that I had deff. died and its like I heard everyone I knew and esepcially my parents say "yup, taylors dead, drugs, knew it was coming".
This is when I somehow forced myself to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and didnt recognize anyone around me. Its like blacking out and waking up rolling and tripping your fucking balls off around people you've never met somewhere you've never been.
I started to feel myself coming down and thats when I could muster my first words. "what happened?"
J jumped off the couch laughing, ran over to me, knowing that I had just brokethrough on DMT for the first time. He grabbed my hand and shook it and then a high five. I looked over on the couch at his naive ass gf and she was staring at me like if my mom was watching me fuck a hooker while hitting a crack pipe at the same time. Bad vibes. I looked over to D...who was like "wtf..." He looked at me and said, "are you back buddy". I said "yeah"
Around this time I still couldnt stand up and I pointed at D and said "your turn".
J loaded the pipe up with a little less than what was in mine the 2nd time. Still tripping, an evil feeling kinda came over me...one that said I should stop him...but i didnt.
D hit the pipe, big exhale just like me...and was fine for about 15 seconds. I look over and he is sititing bent over in his rolly chair rubbing his face...eyes blankly staring out into the distance.
D jumps up (and hey, hes a big guy) and thats when J jumps up. D grabs hold of J and says "DUDE" and then some unintelligable words. At this time J's g/f stands up and is like "ok what the fuck". im sitting back in the chair, laughing hysterically.
D runs over to the couch and lays down. Now, this is where things get weird. At this point im still lookin through fishscales, but I can feel DMT loosening its grip on me.
J has a retarded little painting over his couch that is like a watercolor of 3 sailboats in the ocean. D stared up at this poster for a few seconds and then started screaming at the top of his lungs. "THE PORPOISES! THE TURTLES! DOLPHINS!" "JIVE HO!"...in between each word laughing HYSTERICALLY. SCREAMING. Now, we're in a nice appartment and its kinda late and some 220 lb dude is screaming D has this look in his eyes that I have never seen before. He was the definition of GONE. D started flailing his arms and legs and its at this point I jumped up (which was fun as shit jumping for some reason) and ran over to D, took his shoes off, and took the lamps off both end tables around the couch.
D was still screaming random things and the turtles and porpoises and jive ho and blah blah blah. I started to think that maybe this guy has had a psychic break and will never be the same. J's g/f is mortified but starting to find it funny and grabs her camera phone and start video taping D just completely out of his mind screaming about sea animals and shit.
I grab my phone and start to video, for some reason it seemed like the right thing to do (turns out I didnt grab my phone, I grabbed J's, somehow figured out his video option on his phone in like .5 seconds and was now the tripping video camera guy.
D starts to come around after what feels like an hour. He can look at us in the eyes...laughing...but still all he could get out of his mouth was either one of the 3 sea animals he had dreamed up or..."jive ho"...which became the most used phrase around this time.
"how ya feeling D" "JIVE HO!...AHAHASHAHAHAHA"
Around this time J comes over to me and I was like, "tell me I did not act like this when I went out." He said "dude you were perfect you just laid back in the chair with your eyes closed and 2 thumbs up pointin at D". I felt good.
D comes back down FINALLY, but still is incorporating sea animals into the conversation at random times. The conversations kinda went like this:
J: so what did that feel like
D: AHAHAHAHA dude that was the craziest shit ever JIVE HO AAHAHAHAHA thank you
J's g/f: what did you sees
D: PORPOISES AND TURTLES AND THE DOLPHINS AHAHAHAH JIVE HO.
I began to think that he would be this way the rest of his life....but as time went by the sea animals and jive ho started to lessen and D could string together some sentences. Basically just enough to tell us he loved it and that was the craziest thing hes EVER done and thanks to J.
A knock on the door! OH SHIT. COPS?!
Johns landlord is at the door. She says "J, its late, yall need to keep it down". J says yes maam and closes the door.
By the time we left I was back to baseline, still feeling good, amazed at how I could go so far out and come back so fast.
I cannot wait to try this again. CANNOT WAIT.
EDIT: If i had the videos...Id post em. J and the chick have since parted ways and I may be able to track her down and ask her if she still has it. J deleted the video on his phone (which were hillarious)
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