This is my second attempt at smoking DMT, and my first trip didn't go so well, mostly a combination of a difficult time smoking and not being used to the subjective feelings at all.

I'm not sure of the dosage. I haven't been getting much luck with my extractions, though mostly because they're small, so I only got 30mg out of my first pull and I smoked that the first time (but over the course of 20 minutes maybe, didn't go so well).

This time, I probably got around the same amount (give or take 5 mg) and I put it straight from the coffee filter to my smoking apparatus (makeshift 375ml wine bottle) to avoid losing material transferring from surface to surface.

I'll say first that this trip was very successful. It didn't last very long, even subjectively speaking, but it was quite intense. I'm actually not sure how much DMT might still be left in the piece as I didn't try to make sure it was all gone.

I found the smoke still very difficult to inhale a lot of (I think I just need to get used to the feeling a little), but I was able to get used to it well enough. I started out with just a little feeling of suffocation like I did the first time I smoked, but this time it didn't last very long after I took another decent hit. It was replaced with a powerful feeling I'd describe as mental pressure. It wasn't a sense my body was being compressed, but more like my mind was being acted upon. I closed my eyes not long after the trip started (noticed what I think is normal visual distortion briefly before that, and even a little bit of what I'm about to describe as well). I first saw what was nearly identical to a very colorful tie-dye background, pretty much my whole field of vision, but in the center was a fetus, ala 2001 a space odyssey. I'm not sure how long that lasted but with this soon came a powerful feeling of what may have been joy. I'm not particularly well acquainted with that feeling but it did feel reminiscent of that, perhaps ecstasy (the feeling, not the drug). Regardless, it was pleasant, and continued for some time during the trip.

I just got the feeling that I was really happy I existed, that I had the opportunity to experience every good thing that might happen. The feeling of joy I can only compare to when I was hospitalized for psychosis, in a fairly elaborate fantasy of my creation. I was thinking this as the trip happened, that it felt almost identical to a psychotic joy. I didn't have any psychotic thoughts, just the joy that came with believing them. I had some slight visuals of the isolation ward I was in at the time. I remember that it felt like it was easier to remember that time as I was tripping and a voice that sounded like my inner monologue told me that was because I was in the same state of mind, and it's easier to remember experiences that you have in a state of mind, when you're in that same state of mind (I've heard this somewhere before).

Next I felt like someone was talking to me. As I was tripping I thought it was extremely reminiscent of my own inner monologue. I talk to myself a lot, internally, and occasionally out loud. It sounded like me and I was happy to just listen and mostly ignore it like I sometimes do (I tend to occasionally have extremely self-hating inner monologue that I've learned not to take seriously, mostly just try to see what grains of truth it might have built itself on) but it was mostly just friendly. I can't recall anything it said specifically. I want to mention that if anyone is familiar with a psychological theory with two egos, one that takes action and one that just observes (I know almost nothing about it), I would say I felt like a mostly passive observer-ego with no real thoughts, and the voice I heard was my active ego, commenting on the whole situation.

At someone point it felt like I may have been talked to by something not myself. I can't be sure if the other half of my mind simply started to feel more foreign but I could take it either way since I only ever heard one voice at a time. I remember listening to "myself" say that I only liked one on one conversations. Whatever was talking to me was relatively friendly, and seemed to just be talking about how it's important that I appreciate that I exist, and know that it's good, and do what I can no matter how elated or how miserable I become. I somehow got the feeling that the voice was coming from a very old black woman. Don't ask me how.

Eventually I recall after saying that I liked one on one conversations there was a feeling of doubt around that statement. I'm not sure who was doubting, but it soon felt like I, too, was feeling that doubt, as I noticed a visual of two women making out. Not at all a realistic image, it was more of a silhouette. I felt like I was seeing this image just to prove that I didn't like only one on one experiences (lol) and I found it just a little funny. But, just to be more specific, it wasn't just a black silhouette on the background of the tie-dye. It was actually a LOT like the Nightwalker (from Princess mononoke, easy to google if you're unfamiliar), the two women I mean, were shaded/colored/whatever just like that, but just a little brighter and a little more colors throughout their images.

After that the trip started to fade away and I can't recall anything more than a vague sense of general contentment that put me in a pretty good mood. I should mention that often as I was being talked to or hearing my thoughts I felt a powerful sense that I wasn't alone. I can't say I ever saw anyone, although I might have had a visual I'm not certain, but I just had the feeling of a presence around me.

I'll have to refine my extraction process and report back when I've had more success.