Yesterday I had very positive second experience with the spice. Tomorrow I was leaving for Jamaica for a vacation and to get married to the most amazing woman in my life. I thought another excursion would be perfect as I would have a week to bask in the sun and process everything.

I was lying on the bed, my back against the head board. I made it a point to look at my alarm clock to roughly calculate the length of the trip. I inhaled a large amount of thick white vapor from the machine. I exhaled and inhaled again. I waited, nothing happened. This was odd. Perhaps it was not enough. A minute had passed. Fearing my window of opportunity to increase my dose had passed I did not take another hit.

Then, what felt like two or three minutes later, it hit me. The delayed reaction caught me off guard, my eyes still open. The tall sheer curtain panels in front of me across the room became a pair of large Aztec/Toltec idols looking at me menacingly. Whoa!

I closed my eyes and looked to my right. I was in a room that was the same dimensions of the bedroom but felt foreign; I vaguely remember the room having patterns on the walls and floor. I questioning why I chose to come back.

Next I freaked out a bit. I was quite sure that there was not going to be a wedding. My partner did not exist in reality. She was an alter ego I created exactly like the insane dude in the movie Fight Club. Whoa... FUCK!!!

I ran to my closet and threw the machine and lighter in the far back of an upper shelf of my closet. I needed to hide the spice... get rid of it… never again... Evil spice...

I lay back down, one of my cats hopped on the bed next to me. I looked at her and felt schizophrenic and freaked out.

I jumped back up and went into the bathroom, looking into the mirror at my face, trying to find some semblance of reality. Everything was tinted with translucent colors, teal-blue, melon-orange, lime green, strange gel like colors.

I started to come back to reality and lay back on the bed sitting up, with rapid, heavy breath. The curtains were curtains again though they were undulating. The whole twisted ordeal seemed to have lasted a long time. I looked at the clock amazed that only five minutes had passed.

My next thought was... Wow, that was crazy... What the fuck? Totally insane... I can't wait to do it again.

Afterthoughts: This was unlike any other experience that I have had with the spice. It was very much grounded in this world. Perhaps it was the mind space I was in. Perhaps I was being told…. It’s too soon to come back. Mushrooms talk to me that way and refuse to teach me anything until I and they are ready. I think on some level my psyche was telling me we were one all along, with or without a wedding. At any rate, Jamaica and the wedding were amazing.

More adventures to come….

hahaha great!
didnt know spice can be like that. Could it have been an underdose?

Yea, one or two of my early trips was similar to this. I lost all reference points here, but was not met by the usual reference points there. I didn't break through and instead became lost in the colors. While I was in the colors I realized...I knew what it was to be schizophrenic. This was an incredibly informational trip as I learned what it was to be insane, to believe your life to be something it is not, to have the sense that you are something/someone you are not. To this day that trip still gives me goosebumps when I think about it and the manner in which I became lost. It was perhaps the most informative and fascinating glimpse of another manner of waking consciousness I have ever been afforded.

Wow that seems like a pretty unique trip report. Seems like you were pretty much like, in the real world the whole time as it were but with a completley different state of mind! Strange stuff but a great read!

Btw im exactly the same with crazy like, freaky experiences. Even if it's bad with any drug, i still cant wait to do it again

I don't think it was an underdose as it was very powerful. I have underdosed experrymentally and my 1st experience was a low dose. From my experiences and what I have read I thought underdosing equals a milder experience, no breakthrough, shorter duration, etc.

Has anyone experienced different reactions underdosing?

A dreamer has experienced the same kind of thing as that before once, when he had recently discovered spice. He thinks it was a low dose, yet it came on really powerful, the entire world changed around him, he jumped up and roamed his flat like he was in the wilderness, confused and lost in this outdoor (indoor) landscape. Lizard entities did the backstroke through the woodgrain smiling at him. Each material was full of its own entities. He tried to hide in bed as paisley spirits danced off the wallhangings, and the duvet washed over him like the sea. He put it down to rushing, because he had to go out soon but wanted to have a quick trip before going out.

Ah, very interesting. I was also rushing to get a quick trip in. Maybe that was it, not making the time to get into the proper mind space and then not being able to fully surrender to the spice and let go of this world.

Cool that this was informative for you. Perhaps schizophrenia is caused by ones inability to regulate DMT production/absorption in the pituitary gland.

My belief is that neurosis and insanity are just states of mind. What really is sanity anyway?

"In an insane society, the sane man must appear insane." - Admiral Spock