I've smoked DMT 4 times, and each time the sense of encountering entities was stronger. It's like, each time I venture into the DMTverse, the denizens of that world get more interested in me.
The first time I smoked DMT, I only saw one, and it didn't make any clear movements or attempts at communicating.
The second time, I felt as if I was walking around a village populated by these creatures (they were humanoid in figure but otherwise totally alien) and some of them didn't bother to notice me. A couple were curious about me, and scurried over to me to have a look, but they didn't really communicate in any way, they just watched with this "what's this weird thing?" kind of attitude.
The third time, it felt like I was moving through a series of rooms in a house, and there were two entities who played out a mock conflict in front of me. Each of them changed into the other's nemesis (kind of like The Oldest Game, or the wizard/witch duel from that old Disney movie The Sword in the Stone), faster than I could follow, and it was clear that they were as much playing with each other cooperatively as anything else. As I receded back out of the house in the second half of the trip, I was visualizing my body as a pool of flourescent light, and an entity came up on each side of me and one of them stuck a strawlike implement into the pool of liquid light that was my body. I don't remember if they were pouring more in, or sucking light out.
The last time I smoked DMT was two weeks ago, and it was easily the most intense and difficult experience with the stuff that I've had yet. I felt like I was on an operating table, and the entities that inhabit DMTspace were dissecting me. I didn't like it very much (to the extent that I was capable of making such a judgment), but it was still exceedingly interesting and compelling, just like all the other DMT experiences I've had.
One thing is for sure about the DMT entities ... they don't give a shit about my personality or my ego. To them, the human mind is an intellectual curiosity to be dissected and analyzed without any consideration whatsoever for what we think of as our autonomy. I get the sense that there's a threshold I haven't yet passed by smoking DMT, because I haven't yet had a definite experience of merging with the universe, and every time I come close and see the DMT entities (including these 4 plus one extraordinarily powerful mushroom experience in which I encountered DMT entities and then DID merge with the universe over the course of a full half hour spent in DMTspace), their approach seems to be to dissect, dismember, and discorporate me ... they want to take "me" apart so that "I" no longer think that "I'm" separate from the rest of what exists. They don't seem to want me to stay at all connected to my body, and they don't seem to care at all about my efforts to remain within it. In fact, when I try to communicate with them, they stay decidedly mute, and focus on unzipping my head from the top down.
One of these days I'm going to attempt to replicate my DMT-level experience with mushrooms (which I had a year and a half ago and was the most intense and important psychedelic experience I've ever had). Until then, I think smoking DMT is just going to land me back on their operating table again and again. It's too quick and abrupt to offer me the time to surrender and join with the universe, the way they want me to. It's immensely intriguing, so I'm not going to stop, but it's also not the best way to approach that universe, I think. Either that or I've never smoked enough of it at a time.