^^That sounds like about what I would expect from IV 5-meo-dmt. Yikes.
I might as well post a mini-TR since we are on the topic of IV DMT. The following experience occured almost a year ago, at the tail end of the single most disasterous trip I've ever experienced (LSD-catalyzed) ... hours of the most hellish mental state imaginable (anxiety, impending doom, going insane, etc.). Luckily, I made peace with the trip's demons, and discovered how passivity was sometimes required to weather such an ego battering. I was working on a full TR, but never quite finished it. I'll get to it eventually, but here's the beautiful grand finale that followed:
T+8:00 15 mg DMT IV, 20 mg DMT IV, 25 mg DMT IV
I will try to summarize the experience as best I can. Nothing in my entire life could be so alien and difficult to convey.
This segment took place after most of the crowd had left. Only my LSD companion remained. The setting was in a room illuminated solely by the moonlight. The soft, ghost-white light illuminated branches hovering just outside two large windows. Music consisted of a particularly powerful instrumental album, the soundtrack for an Icelandic film, Angles of the Universe, by Sigur Ros and Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson.
Within 3 seconds of depressing the plunger, I felt a wave of muscle contraction, followed closely by the distinct taste of indole on my tongue, and a quickly intensifying buzz assaulting my senses. The buzzing started as a fine tactile vibration, which quickly became audible, and then spilled over creating a synesthesia where the buzzing constituted a unified amalgam of all my senses. It displaced my own thoughts and disrupted my awareness; it then abruptly fizzled out, leaving a serene and beautiful void.
“I” was ushered into a fantastic state of nonduality, where separation of things ceased to make sense. The use of “I” in quotations is to emphasize the unfamiliar lack of an egocentric awareness. I felt as if I were experiencing things outside of myself and experiencing them directly. Concepts of subject and object ceased to make sense. I was pulled from my perspective as observer and was thrust into the imperceptible interplay existing between the sensible and the sentient; I existed not as subject, not as object, but somewhere in between. Supercharged awareness short-circuited the delicate filtering mechanism that protects my routine state of consciousness. My mind was flooded with an undifferentiated vitality, untainted by my ego – genetics and years of environmental influence were crushed under the power of pure, naked existence.
Great forms emerged out of the stillness, defying any attempts for meaningful explanation. The ineffable presented itself, exquisitely beautiful and infinitely complex. Words simply can’t do justice to the rapturous beauty that unfolded before “me”.
As a pitiful metaphor, “I” witnessed colossal, infinitely intricate gears, turning, interlocking flawlessly, each tooth derived from an inimitable fusion of synaptic discharges. The lock and turn of these meshing gears appeared to be a representation of the inner workings of the natural world, infinitely complex, yet existing in absolute perfection – unknowable in sheer complexity.
Thanks for reading.
Edit: Found a sample of the music on youtube. Check it out when you get a chance (quality is not great, but good enough):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY2OyLIJVZU
And another (skip to the 1:30 mark for this one):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciSLLGcRVzs
Wow ... that is incredibly beautiful and powerful music.
