therealbeats
Bluelighter
T-1 hour
Met up with a french girl I was seeing, I got ahold of some DMT from a trusted friend and we were excited to try it out. Drove around the city looking for the proper pipe, a scale, a place to try it out. Finally got a message from a friend of mine (Call him Rob) who said he'd tripsit us in his house.
T-20 minutes.
The setting was my friend Rob's basement. Soft lighting, a bearded dragon in the corner (in an aquarium), decorative drapes. Very comfortable. Rob lit some incense and put on some very quiet chill music while his girlfriend made the bed. French girl, she was about 5 years younger than me, cute as hell, a little nervous. I weighed out two doses, approximately 25mg for her, and 40mg for me. She was a little more nervous after I made a joke I was just eyeballing it. Showed her the scale to verify I was kidding.
t-5 minutes.
Pipe is loaded. I sit on the bed. The plan is that I'll hit the pipe and she'll hit it just after (so we trip together). I'm starting to get a little nervous.
t-0 minutes
I light the pipe. I draw in a big burnt plastic tasting lungful. It's crystals on top of cigarette ash. I started to just feel something, realize it won't be enough, and light it again and inhale as much as I can. I can feel my eyes bugging out like a frog, can't shake the image of myself as a fiend in everyones eyes. But then it hits.
t+30 seconds
I lay back on the bed. Huge, huge smile on my face. My entire body is in a state of orgasm. I can feel it, every individual cell. I hear the voices of everyone laughing and saying "Look at that smile" and it makes me smile bigger.
The orgasmic feeling doesn't stop, and starts running the length of my body. My eyes are closed, but I can see it. A wave of golden light, like a wall, illumating each cell in my minds eye. My cock feels indescribable as the light passes over it. When it hits my head it dissapears.
t+who knows. maybe a minute
I see patterns. Spinning patterns. Geometric shapes interlocking like the planetary gears of an automatic transmission. Each circle will click into place with another, detach, spin and lock into another shape. This goes on and on, and I feel myself pulling through it, towards it.
t+infinity.
I reach some kind of shore. It was very much like the movie Contact for a moment, but my focus is on the sky, everything else falls away. The sky is the interlocking patterns, but now they are taking on a new shape. First, egyptian gods, the face of King Tut. Smiling. Laughing.
I went into the trip, asking for an answer. For the answer to life, why I'm here, why we're all here (cliche, I know).
King Tut is laughing, with a mirror image of himself. The beards of the two are interlocking. They aren't mocking me, not cruelly. It feels like they are laughing with me, and one of the images changes to Zeus, beards still entwined. They are both looking across to me, smiling, and the faces change subtly between mythic looking figures I can't identify. I feel my mind slipping into the patterns of the gears behind them.
t+infinity plus one
They say nothing, but I hear voices from behind them. In the time it's taken for me to get this far in the trip, IRL the french girl is fumbling with the pipe. I feel my face as a stretched plastic. Everyone is trying to help her take a hit, and I can feel her intention telegraphing somehow.
She intentionally spills some of the DMT out of the pipe. I can tell, she was still nervous about the joke I made. Everyone is really sad for her. In a vain attempt, I reach out to help, and my hands grasp nothing, and I start laughing, saying "it's alright" but nothings comes out but a mumble.
She hits it, but has next to no effect. She still lays down, and curls up onto my chest. The orgasmic feeling is back, subdued. I can see the gods shifting away into the patterns.
t+5 minutes
I can speak. I ask her if she tripped and she says kinda. I want to show more compassion, but it isn't the right time. When I open my eyes, everything is glowing. I raise my hands, and I swear I can see right through them.
I try to show everyone, and its met with laughter. We sit around, and everyone starts talking about something else, past trips they've had.
t+15 minutes
It's worn off. Slight tracers when I move my hands. I'm in an incredible mood, and love everyone. I talk it out with the french girl, she's kind of awkward that she spilt it, but I tell her its no problem and don't blame her at all after the joke I made and the relief on her face is palpable. We go outside, and watch the stars for a half hour, and she spins around like a manic-pixie dream girl telling me all sorts of random things. Eventually we leave. I'm in an amazing mood the rest of the night.
t+1 day, evening
I'm in my favourite coffeeshop, and I keep trying to understand the trip. Friends of mine are there, but I'm despondent. I tell them about the trip, one of them (call her Karen), tells me about her past DMT trip. I don't understand why I'm so sad. She tells me the same thing happened to her, but it passed after a few days.
I go to the neighborhood bar. I have a beer, play some pool. Call a friend of mine to come out, and he does and we just talk pointless things for awhile and my mood lifts.
t+3 days. Back to normal. Enroll in a night class I'd been putting off. Determined to get into university.
t+30 days. I buy a plane ticket to Europe, and go backpacking after spending over a decade in my home city.
t+1.5 years. Been to europe twice, in my first year of university
Met up with a french girl I was seeing, I got ahold of some DMT from a trusted friend and we were excited to try it out. Drove around the city looking for the proper pipe, a scale, a place to try it out. Finally got a message from a friend of mine (Call him Rob) who said he'd tripsit us in his house.
T-20 minutes.
The setting was my friend Rob's basement. Soft lighting, a bearded dragon in the corner (in an aquarium), decorative drapes. Very comfortable. Rob lit some incense and put on some very quiet chill music while his girlfriend made the bed. French girl, she was about 5 years younger than me, cute as hell, a little nervous. I weighed out two doses, approximately 25mg for her, and 40mg for me. She was a little more nervous after I made a joke I was just eyeballing it. Showed her the scale to verify I was kidding.
t-5 minutes.
Pipe is loaded. I sit on the bed. The plan is that I'll hit the pipe and she'll hit it just after (so we trip together). I'm starting to get a little nervous.
t-0 minutes
I light the pipe. I draw in a big burnt plastic tasting lungful. It's crystals on top of cigarette ash. I started to just feel something, realize it won't be enough, and light it again and inhale as much as I can. I can feel my eyes bugging out like a frog, can't shake the image of myself as a fiend in everyones eyes. But then it hits.
t+30 seconds
I lay back on the bed. Huge, huge smile on my face. My entire body is in a state of orgasm. I can feel it, every individual cell. I hear the voices of everyone laughing and saying "Look at that smile" and it makes me smile bigger.
The orgasmic feeling doesn't stop, and starts running the length of my body. My eyes are closed, but I can see it. A wave of golden light, like a wall, illumating each cell in my minds eye. My cock feels indescribable as the light passes over it. When it hits my head it dissapears.
t+who knows. maybe a minute
I see patterns. Spinning patterns. Geometric shapes interlocking like the planetary gears of an automatic transmission. Each circle will click into place with another, detach, spin and lock into another shape. This goes on and on, and I feel myself pulling through it, towards it.
t+infinity.
I reach some kind of shore. It was very much like the movie Contact for a moment, but my focus is on the sky, everything else falls away. The sky is the interlocking patterns, but now they are taking on a new shape. First, egyptian gods, the face of King Tut. Smiling. Laughing.
I went into the trip, asking for an answer. For the answer to life, why I'm here, why we're all here (cliche, I know).
King Tut is laughing, with a mirror image of himself. The beards of the two are interlocking. They aren't mocking me, not cruelly. It feels like they are laughing with me, and one of the images changes to Zeus, beards still entwined. They are both looking across to me, smiling, and the faces change subtly between mythic looking figures I can't identify. I feel my mind slipping into the patterns of the gears behind them.
t+infinity plus one
They say nothing, but I hear voices from behind them. In the time it's taken for me to get this far in the trip, IRL the french girl is fumbling with the pipe. I feel my face as a stretched plastic. Everyone is trying to help her take a hit, and I can feel her intention telegraphing somehow.
She intentionally spills some of the DMT out of the pipe. I can tell, she was still nervous about the joke I made. Everyone is really sad for her. In a vain attempt, I reach out to help, and my hands grasp nothing, and I start laughing, saying "it's alright" but nothings comes out but a mumble.
She hits it, but has next to no effect. She still lays down, and curls up onto my chest. The orgasmic feeling is back, subdued. I can see the gods shifting away into the patterns.
t+5 minutes
I can speak. I ask her if she tripped and she says kinda. I want to show more compassion, but it isn't the right time. When I open my eyes, everything is glowing. I raise my hands, and I swear I can see right through them.
I try to show everyone, and its met with laughter. We sit around, and everyone starts talking about something else, past trips they've had.
t+15 minutes
It's worn off. Slight tracers when I move my hands. I'm in an incredible mood, and love everyone. I talk it out with the french girl, she's kind of awkward that she spilt it, but I tell her its no problem and don't blame her at all after the joke I made and the relief on her face is palpable. We go outside, and watch the stars for a half hour, and she spins around like a manic-pixie dream girl telling me all sorts of random things. Eventually we leave. I'm in an amazing mood the rest of the night.
t+1 day, evening
I'm in my favourite coffeeshop, and I keep trying to understand the trip. Friends of mine are there, but I'm despondent. I tell them about the trip, one of them (call her Karen), tells me about her past DMT trip. I don't understand why I'm so sad. She tells me the same thing happened to her, but it passed after a few days.
I go to the neighborhood bar. I have a beer, play some pool. Call a friend of mine to come out, and he does and we just talk pointless things for awhile and my mood lifts.
t+3 days. Back to normal. Enroll in a night class I'd been putting off. Determined to get into university.
t+30 days. I buy a plane ticket to Europe, and go backpacking after spending over a decade in my home city.
t+1.5 years. Been to europe twice, in my first year of university
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