This trip has been on my mind more and more often lately, particularly since I've never read anyone describing a similar experience on DMT.
Quoted for easy reference:
Once I tried diving into 60mg DMT space (note: an unmeasured clump of yellow/waxy "jungle" DMT from the final extraction freeze-crystallization was spread on top) while listening to one of those 20 minute long Yes (the band called "Yes") album songs...
All was well and good for about the first 15 seconds. Then there was this high, rising pitch and the Yes music literally got slower, and slower, and slower until all I could make out of it was slow, serene morphing waves of sound and almost voice-like beautiful and melodic clicking noises. This "music" would move forward for a few moments, and then move literally backward as if the audio were playing and then rewinding and then fading out and skipping farther ahead in the song to catch up with real time (as it is moving outside my DMT-infused brain), after which point I would continue to hear it in incredibly slow motion with those added voice-like components once again.
I've never had DMT play with my perception of time so blatantly before, so it... well, what can anyone say about something that bizarre? I could think in a straight line "this... this is definitely not classic rock music anymore, how is this even happening right now?", and yet the music I was clearly hearing was in ludicrously slow motion, then fading into nothingness and skipping to catch up with real-time again, and from there either playing forward or backward depending on the whim of that peculiar geometric thing that seemed to be mouthing something to me the whole time behind my closed eyes. Something with a lot of v's and x's and z's in it, that's all I can really remember.
Boy was that a weird day.
Anyone else notice this sort of thing?
Specifically, you have something you can measure the passage of time with during the DMT trip (such as a song playing that you know very well), and noticed fundamental, seemingly impossible changes in time-perception as described?
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I'll finally have some freetime to voyage again this week, but it's such a roulette game isn't it?
My usual DMT trip is just nice happy closed eye visuals of fantasy characters and scenarios morphing about serenely, or simple calming "breathing effects" while looking at artwork.
I loaded the pipe with mostly yellower/waxy crystals from later stb extractions. I suppose we ought to expect "jungle DMT" to always be wilder and completely out of one's control?
Not that it was a bad experience, just... my heart starts racing like mad now whenever I'm anywhere near that pipe since then, if you know what I mean

Reality raped, loved, raped again, torn asunder and all that...
When things were at their weirdest, I literally couldn't even remember how to open my eyes, or judge whether or not I was breathing.
Again: I thought to myself "This is such untread territory, I'd better check and see if I'm breathing", but honestly tried and could find no way to open my eyes or know for sure whether I was breathing in or out or at all.
^ My non-logical brain keeps on insisting this is because time was being perceived so quickly during those points that it appeared to be hardly moving at all... Yet I could still think in long strings of english words/sentences at a regular pace, and was cognizant enough to attempt to analyze the bizarreness of the situation while it was happening. And of course, all the while there was that geometric construct that kept chanting those unrecallable words/sounds (I'm betting you guys understand the "entity" part at least... as much as we can, anyway).
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Hard to keep one's self from
not musing (futilely?) on experiences like those...
Can somebody tell me I'm not the only one to have gotten this effect?
I sort of want to rationalize it and pretend it was just a dream, but the memory of finally being able to open my eyes again (or realize that they'd been open, but now suddenly could "see" again) and then clutching onto a tabletop and gurgling a steady stream of curses and thank-you's for a very long period of time & feeling so absolutely certain that I'd just suddenly "popped" back into a normal flow of time again... that string of events is such poignant, clearly awake memory...