RobertDuPont
Greenlighter
I had such a bizarre DMT experience that I figured a trip report was necessary. Has something like this happened to anyone else?
At about midnight I grabbed the meth pipe I use for DMT. There was still plenty of resin inside so I didn't reload it. I turned the lights off and took two large hits under my covers, holding in the vapor as long as I could. The usual warmth was replaced by a sort of ominous buzzing around my spine. Immediately this very imposing blackness with a pyramid structure pointing to the center took over my vision. I felt a distinctly evil energy. I opened my eyes and several inky monolithic structures crowded the room. I immediately turned on my lights and to my complete confusion, I didn't appear to be in my room. While my things were recognizable, they didn't look right at all. It was like a cartoon. I then for no reason tried to put on some pants and the jeans I had laying on the floor seemed to just be a loop of denim. I looked in my drawer for another pair, tried to put one on and it looked like it was meant to fit a child. I kept pulling out jeans and none of them looked like mine. Things slowly started looking normal again and some very nice amber and violet patterns splashed off of my drapes and the grill cloth of one of my guitar amplifiers. In something like 70 DMT experiences, I think this was the closest I've come to a bad trip. I half wish I took a few more hits. I'm not sure if it would have become a nightmare or an amazing breakthrough. Either way, I stumbled into a fascinating place.
At about midnight I grabbed the meth pipe I use for DMT. There was still plenty of resin inside so I didn't reload it. I turned the lights off and took two large hits under my covers, holding in the vapor as long as I could. The usual warmth was replaced by a sort of ominous buzzing around my spine. Immediately this very imposing blackness with a pyramid structure pointing to the center took over my vision. I felt a distinctly evil energy. I opened my eyes and several inky monolithic structures crowded the room. I immediately turned on my lights and to my complete confusion, I didn't appear to be in my room. While my things were recognizable, they didn't look right at all. It was like a cartoon. I then for no reason tried to put on some pants and the jeans I had laying on the floor seemed to just be a loop of denim. I looked in my drawer for another pair, tried to put one on and it looked like it was meant to fit a child. I kept pulling out jeans and none of them looked like mine. Things slowly started looking normal again and some very nice amber and violet patterns splashed off of my drapes and the grill cloth of one of my guitar amplifiers. In something like 70 DMT experiences, I think this was the closest I've come to a bad trip. I half wish I took a few more hits. I'm not sure if it would have become a nightmare or an amazing breakthrough. Either way, I stumbled into a fascinating place.
