Finally, my first DMT experience. Camping, half moon, around a camp fire, beautiful weather: perfect.
We had tried a few hits at the camp site earlier in the day, but while impressive, I was probably at a +2 out of 4. My entire field of vision was catapulted through geometric patterns, I could see every side of every leaf on the trees in front of me; but it seemed like something was missing, surely I hadn't "broken through". My friend agreed, and as the night was winding down, he suggested I try again.
Now, I admit I still don't believe I have "broken through", but even a +3 out of 4 experience left me awestruck, surely more visual than any prior DPT experience, to date the most visual of any trip I've had. As I inhaled, everything dissolved in front of me, except for the campfire. The fire remained in front of me, except frozen in time and in geometry, then began building upon itself, expanding its complexity to mind-bending proportions. I felt it was attempting to communicate with with me, though I was too dumbfounded to reply. I still can't remember what happened next, other than repeating "whoa" out loud 3 times, and handing the pipe back to my friend after the 2nd time. I do remember my friend speaking to me, and as he spoke, he along with the rest of the landscape reappeared momentarily, only to be replaced by the black void and the campfire moments later.
I now wished I had another go or two, if only to gain another glimpse of the gift that was bestowed upon me. But in all honesty after that last hit, another go felt to me like jumping out of an airplane...for the first time. Simply the event of my consciousness being altered so profoundly and so rapidly was frightening, and left me rattled. It was intensely emotional as well, leaving me with an impression of awe, wonder, and fear. I was apprehensive to try again so quickly, however I'm kicking myself now, having been the perfect environment.
Alas, there will be another time.