frontbluntt
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Well this was an epic night.
I had DMT sitting around my house that I had previously purchased. I had done two 20mg trips the day I bought it and got nothing much out of them, and was too scared to hit a huge dose. I really wanted to experience DMT but I didn't have the required ball size, so I decided I would take some methylone and mephedrone to give me some much-needed confidence. I also figured that hitting DMT while rolling would lessen whatever chance of a bad trip.
At 10:20pm, I orally ingested 250mg of methylone and 250mg of mephedrone. By 10:50, I was already starting to feel a strong come-up. Fifteen minutes after that, I was feeling it hard. Crazy rushy feeling in my head, intense energy and euphoria, I was definitely rolling. At this point I drive (yeah, I know) to my friend's house to meet up with him, his girlfriend, and my girlfriend. As I jam out on the ride there, I'm getting pumped thinking about smoking the DMT. I get to his house and we all chill (they were rolling too) until finally I decide I'm ready.
I go in my car with my girlfriend and sit in the shotgun seat. I lean the seat back as MGMT plays softly from the speakers. 100mg of some not too pure DMT is sandwhiched between parsley in a pipe, and after a few deep breaths, I bring the lighter down to the bowl and breathe in. I hold the first hit in for ten seconds, blow out and then take a second hit. I hold that hit in for ten seconds (it was even harsher than the first hit) and then bring the pipe back up to my mouth. I definitely want to take three hits from everything I've read, but as I bring the lighter to the pipe I all of a sudden start tripping. The speed at which I went from sober to tripping was so shocking that I hesitated on taking a third hit, and as an intense feeling rose with extreme speed through my already rolling very hard body I handed the pipe to my girlfriend for fear of dropping it while attempting to take a third hit. My body was feeling extremely heavy as I turned towards her and extended the pipe to her.
I am flying through space. At the same time, I am flying through different rooms of an impossible house, each room extremely bizzare as I pass through each in an instant. Some look like actual rooms, some are made of grid-like wire frame. At one point one of the things that I fly by is what I can only describe as a spinning purple stalactite made up of many faces of a Hindu diety, all of which stare imposingly at me. As I see this, I have a small inkling of fear but suddenly I recall reading many DMT trip reports in which people see god-type entities. As soon as this thought enters my head, I suddenly remember who I am, and that I was actually sitting in my car tripping on DMT. Up to this point, I had no sense of self whatsoever. Is this what ego death is?
Upon making this realization, I open my eyes. I am sitting in my car, and everything in my vision is reduced to basic geometric shapes. My body feels extremely heavy. After looking with amazement at my own hands, I turn to look at my girlfriend. She was staring straight ahead instead of looking at me in an effort to not make me feel awkward, but instead this just trips me out and makes me think of her as not real. At this point, she proceeds to suddenly be reduced into blocks. She looked like a Lego sculpture. This sight was so shocking that I looked away and closed my eyes again.
I was back in the space-house thing, flying. Only this time, I was aware of who I was and that I was tripping, so I was able to enjoy just how vivid and amazing the visuals were. Once more did I open my eyes. I for some reason had an urge to get out of my car and walk around outside. I sat up and realized my body felt way too heavy to do that, and I was further deterred when my entire car turned into a hovering sphere. I realized the MGMT song was still playing. I couldn't believe that I had not even been tripping long enough to finish a full song. Suddenly a high pitched noise filled my ears as well as another indescribable noise, both of which sounded unbelievably real. These sounds went away in like ten seconds though. I decided that I would close my eyes and return to space, but when I did I noticed severely less detailed visuals, more like a high dose 4-AcO-DMT trip. I was disappointed that I did not return to DMT space land. I opened my eyes and looked at my girlfriend, expecting to not be tripping hard anymore, but was quite surprised. Basically when I looked at her she looked like a cubist painting. I could see her looking straight ahead but also right at me at the same time, and she had too many eyes. I immediately started teling her everything that I had just experienced, and within another minute I was completely sober. Well, actually, I was rolling hard as fuck, but I was no longer on the DMT haha.
The rest of the night concluded itself with nitrous, alcohol, and weed, but nothing could get my mind off of what I had just experienced. I'm so glad I got over my fear and tried it, DMT is amazing.
I had DMT sitting around my house that I had previously purchased. I had done two 20mg trips the day I bought it and got nothing much out of them, and was too scared to hit a huge dose. I really wanted to experience DMT but I didn't have the required ball size, so I decided I would take some methylone and mephedrone to give me some much-needed confidence. I also figured that hitting DMT while rolling would lessen whatever chance of a bad trip.
At 10:20pm, I orally ingested 250mg of methylone and 250mg of mephedrone. By 10:50, I was already starting to feel a strong come-up. Fifteen minutes after that, I was feeling it hard. Crazy rushy feeling in my head, intense energy and euphoria, I was definitely rolling. At this point I drive (yeah, I know) to my friend's house to meet up with him, his girlfriend, and my girlfriend. As I jam out on the ride there, I'm getting pumped thinking about smoking the DMT. I get to his house and we all chill (they were rolling too) until finally I decide I'm ready.
I go in my car with my girlfriend and sit in the shotgun seat. I lean the seat back as MGMT plays softly from the speakers. 100mg of some not too pure DMT is sandwhiched between parsley in a pipe, and after a few deep breaths, I bring the lighter down to the bowl and breathe in. I hold the first hit in for ten seconds, blow out and then take a second hit. I hold that hit in for ten seconds (it was even harsher than the first hit) and then bring the pipe back up to my mouth. I definitely want to take three hits from everything I've read, but as I bring the lighter to the pipe I all of a sudden start tripping. The speed at which I went from sober to tripping was so shocking that I hesitated on taking a third hit, and as an intense feeling rose with extreme speed through my already rolling very hard body I handed the pipe to my girlfriend for fear of dropping it while attempting to take a third hit. My body was feeling extremely heavy as I turned towards her and extended the pipe to her.
I am flying through space. At the same time, I am flying through different rooms of an impossible house, each room extremely bizzare as I pass through each in an instant. Some look like actual rooms, some are made of grid-like wire frame. At one point one of the things that I fly by is what I can only describe as a spinning purple stalactite made up of many faces of a Hindu diety, all of which stare imposingly at me. As I see this, I have a small inkling of fear but suddenly I recall reading many DMT trip reports in which people see god-type entities. As soon as this thought enters my head, I suddenly remember who I am, and that I was actually sitting in my car tripping on DMT. Up to this point, I had no sense of self whatsoever. Is this what ego death is?
Upon making this realization, I open my eyes. I am sitting in my car, and everything in my vision is reduced to basic geometric shapes. My body feels extremely heavy. After looking with amazement at my own hands, I turn to look at my girlfriend. She was staring straight ahead instead of looking at me in an effort to not make me feel awkward, but instead this just trips me out and makes me think of her as not real. At this point, she proceeds to suddenly be reduced into blocks. She looked like a Lego sculpture. This sight was so shocking that I looked away and closed my eyes again.
I was back in the space-house thing, flying. Only this time, I was aware of who I was and that I was tripping, so I was able to enjoy just how vivid and amazing the visuals were. Once more did I open my eyes. I for some reason had an urge to get out of my car and walk around outside. I sat up and realized my body felt way too heavy to do that, and I was further deterred when my entire car turned into a hovering sphere. I realized the MGMT song was still playing. I couldn't believe that I had not even been tripping long enough to finish a full song. Suddenly a high pitched noise filled my ears as well as another indescribable noise, both of which sounded unbelievably real. These sounds went away in like ten seconds though. I decided that I would close my eyes and return to space, but when I did I noticed severely less detailed visuals, more like a high dose 4-AcO-DMT trip. I was disappointed that I did not return to DMT space land. I opened my eyes and looked at my girlfriend, expecting to not be tripping hard anymore, but was quite surprised. Basically when I looked at her she looked like a cubist painting. I could see her looking straight ahead but also right at me at the same time, and she had too many eyes. I immediately started teling her everything that I had just experienced, and within another minute I was completely sober. Well, actually, I was rolling hard as fuck, but I was no longer on the DMT haha.
The rest of the night concluded itself with nitrous, alcohol, and weed, but nothing could get my mind off of what I had just experienced. I'm so glad I got over my fear and tried it, DMT is amazing.
