webbykevin
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Last night I had one of if not THE most profound, strange and confounding dream experiences of my life, and at age 45 i have had plenty of bizarre dreams.
I dreamt I was with Terence mckenna, and we were in a series of locations from my early childhood, I wasn't a child in this dream but we were in those early locations, anyway I was trying to show terence this bag of orange crystal that I had and was trying to convince him that it was DMT, he was kind of aloof and suggesting that I had not had the real shit.
So I said, OK then, give me the real stuff, at wiich point the dream got totally bizarre.
Terence leans over me and coughs up out of his throat this tiny plastic bag with a brownish white powder in it and proceeded to load some kind of brass pipe, he is walking along behind me but kind of holding the back of my head with one hand and holding this pipe to my lips with the other hand, and I could clearly taste the acrid burning plastic taste of DMT.
We are walking along this kind of corridor and these strange translucent entities that were in classic tryptamine colours start appearing walking or moving rapidly in front of us. they were kind of like a cross between goblins and merry go round horses.
Then I am lying flat on my back with my knees drawn up (in the dream this is) and i can feel these hands on my legs holding me down and pressing down on my, forcing me to curl up into more of a fetal ball.
I start to resist and say "NO NO NO I don't want this" at which point I am standing up or sitting up and terence is behind me again reaching around my head and holding a brass/wooden bowl about half the size of a tea cup that contains some clear liquid that he forces me to drink.
I collapse to the floor now lying flat on my back and there are 3 children (maybe more but at least 3) sitting and standing on top of my chest, one of them is forcing his foot down really heavily onto my solar plexus as if trying to impale me or something, I go through a few micro second of thinking "I should just go with this, don't panic" but then I catch a glimpse of the face of one of the children and it is so wrong, so not quite human (vibrant aquamarine eyes) that I resist, I can't help resisting, again I try to say "No I don't want this" but all that comes out is a long slow "Nooooooo" as if you were playing a vinyl record and 1/4 speed.
I glance at terence who is now bright green, like his whole skin is an emerald green looking impish and like some kind of pixie or elf, I remember clearly thinking "I must get my camera and get a photo of him right now because it would make one hell of an image".
Then blam, full DMT breakthrough experience, absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing, the flower mandala thingy that then rips apart and I am propelled into the dome, I have had a few full NN DMT breakthroughs and this is so real, so accurate that I am astounded.
then I wake up, sprawled out flat on my back with the room spinning and feeling exactly like I have actually just had a real life DMT flash, I prop myself up on one elbow and just lie there for a good 5 minutes staring at the room, unable to move, just mentally trying to process what the hell has just happened.
Like I said I have had many many strange dreams over the course of my life but NOTHING like this, and today, all day, it has been stuck in my mind.
How the hell can you dream about taking DMT and it actually happens and be so much like the real thing, the boundaries between the dream experience and the real experience were so blurred, so dissolved that I can't process it, I still can't process it 24 hours later.
Just wanted to share that and see if anyone else has had a DMT breakthrough in a dream context.
I dreamt I was with Terence mckenna, and we were in a series of locations from my early childhood, I wasn't a child in this dream but we were in those early locations, anyway I was trying to show terence this bag of orange crystal that I had and was trying to convince him that it was DMT, he was kind of aloof and suggesting that I had not had the real shit.
So I said, OK then, give me the real stuff, at wiich point the dream got totally bizarre.
Terence leans over me and coughs up out of his throat this tiny plastic bag with a brownish white powder in it and proceeded to load some kind of brass pipe, he is walking along behind me but kind of holding the back of my head with one hand and holding this pipe to my lips with the other hand, and I could clearly taste the acrid burning plastic taste of DMT.
We are walking along this kind of corridor and these strange translucent entities that were in classic tryptamine colours start appearing walking or moving rapidly in front of us. they were kind of like a cross between goblins and merry go round horses.
Then I am lying flat on my back with my knees drawn up (in the dream this is) and i can feel these hands on my legs holding me down and pressing down on my, forcing me to curl up into more of a fetal ball.
I start to resist and say "NO NO NO I don't want this" at which point I am standing up or sitting up and terence is behind me again reaching around my head and holding a brass/wooden bowl about half the size of a tea cup that contains some clear liquid that he forces me to drink.
I collapse to the floor now lying flat on my back and there are 3 children (maybe more but at least 3) sitting and standing on top of my chest, one of them is forcing his foot down really heavily onto my solar plexus as if trying to impale me or something, I go through a few micro second of thinking "I should just go with this, don't panic" but then I catch a glimpse of the face of one of the children and it is so wrong, so not quite human (vibrant aquamarine eyes) that I resist, I can't help resisting, again I try to say "No I don't want this" but all that comes out is a long slow "Nooooooo" as if you were playing a vinyl record and 1/4 speed.
I glance at terence who is now bright green, like his whole skin is an emerald green looking impish and like some kind of pixie or elf, I remember clearly thinking "I must get my camera and get a photo of him right now because it would make one hell of an image".
Then blam, full DMT breakthrough experience, absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing, the flower mandala thingy that then rips apart and I am propelled into the dome, I have had a few full NN DMT breakthroughs and this is so real, so accurate that I am astounded.
then I wake up, sprawled out flat on my back with the room spinning and feeling exactly like I have actually just had a real life DMT flash, I prop myself up on one elbow and just lie there for a good 5 minutes staring at the room, unable to move, just mentally trying to process what the hell has just happened.
Like I said I have had many many strange dreams over the course of my life but NOTHING like this, and today, all day, it has been stuck in my mind.
How the hell can you dream about taking DMT and it actually happens and be so much like the real thing, the boundaries between the dream experience and the real experience were so blurred, so dissolved that I can't process it, I still can't process it 24 hours later.
Just wanted to share that and see if anyone else has had a DMT breakthrough in a dream context.
