Alright, let me give a little background information about myself. I'm 20 years old. I've smoked for about a year or two, I've done acid maybe 3 times, shrooms once, ecstasy a handful of times, DXM a few times, but I had always said DMT might be a little too much. I had the perception that it was always "too crazy." I thought it might screw me up, change me, I don't know. But recently my friend started extracting it himself and doing it and has emphatically encouraged me to do it. I finally did.
Was I wrong about it being "too crazy?" No. Pardon my language but it's fucking crazy.
Let me explain my first experience. I'm not sure how big of a hit I got, but I was definitely tripping and I kept focusing on that taste in my mouth. I finally let it go and relaxed and suddenly there were just colors, like these futuristic "Tron" like screens just floating around and they were all interworking and when I moved my hands it would change colors and different screens would move as if scrolling through them with my hand. I started coming back and kept saying "this is awesome!" Then I was getting the really crazy comedown visuals and I was just amazed by what I was seeing. I wanted music and my friend handed me my phone and I couldn't tell what the letters were on my screen. It was just insane and euphoric and unbelievable.
That was yesterday. Today I went over to his house and we smoked some and I never quite took off. I got the come up and then just the really crazy comedown visuals. Awhile later we did it again and I closed my eyes and I saw what I believed to be a city. It's really hard to explain, but it was as if I was on a long "journey" of sorts and reached the top of a hill and there's a big city. I had a feeling of astonishment at this city but also a feeling of "I'm almost there," and as if this was where something important was. Then there was the comedown visuals again, and I must say, I really love the comedown visuals.
Then awhile later we did it again. This time I must've gotten a lot more than him. He came back and asked me if I was OK right when I blasted off. I just put my head down and there was this crazy scene. It's ineffable, really, but I'll do my best to give you an explanation. It was all gray, and there was a great depth to it but I couldn't tell how far it went. But there was a hexagonal pattern with colored dots in the middle. It was all very fluid. It was very synergistic, too. When I breathed, it breathed. It was crazy. There were waves and ripples, huge waves in ripples in a spiral that would get large when I breathed in deep. I somewhat felt a presence but I couldn't focus on it.
Then I went home and he said there might be "a little left in that pipe" so I smoked it thinking I might get some good visuals. Boy was he wrong. I was completely zonked, but I kept trying to get a little more in to take a good hit. I didn't lost all my motor function, though my vision was completely distorted. I used muscle memory to light the bowl apparently because I could not actually tell where my hand or bowl was. I put the bowl down and laid back. I keep getting back to these weird screens. I feel like every single precise movement of anything changed what I was seeing. I sensed a presence, but in my euphoric bliss I couldn't focus on it. I started coming down and my mind was just blown, I was just laughing and laughing and looking around at the wonderful comedown visuals and knew there was a presence so I sat back and took a few more hits, thinking it was just intensify the visuals. But it went much beyond that. It felt like a very computery, digitaly dimension of my room. Everything was distorted and I was just spinning around looking at things and laughing, and the presence was there and I could sense it laughing with me so I would try and focus on it but I couldn't. It was too intense, too euphoric for me to focus on anything. I wanted to write things down, text people, talk to people, but I was just spinning in my room laughing. I just kept telling myself there is A LOT to learn, there is much more to our world than I can understand. I myself just to soak it in, enjoy the moment, feel the breakthrough, because I will have plenty of time in my life to relax and pay attention to the finer details.
What was funny is that I knocked over an empty 40 of Mickey's TWICE and thought I had spilled and I frantically looked for a towel but I couldn't find a towel because nothing looked familiar. But remember, it was an empty 40 of Mickeys. Nothing spilled, but I couldn't tell. It was just unbelievable. Then I sat on my bed for a good 20 minutes just amazed. I wanted to do so many things but I couldn't because of how amazed I was. I honestly don't know what I experienced. My memory of it is a bit fuzzy now and I wish I could truly express to you guys how amazing and unbelievable it was. It was so much more complex and profound than words could even show, it was beyond anything I could ever understand.
My only confusion of it is how I have this sense of breaking through, but a lot of it was spent standing up and spinning around. I thought most people just lay there and don't move? I don't know. I don't know what to make of what happened. But it was crazy. It was beautiful and serene and relaxing and powerful and profound and euphoric. Wow. Just wow.