I didn't record enough to use the template, and this was a while ago, but anyway
My first and so far only DMT breakthrough was the turning point in a long journey. I've been listening to every McKenna mp3 there is to be found for the past few years, reading lots of books and going to art school while taking some seriously bonkers forays into Mushrooms, LSD, and Salvia.
When it finally came time for DMT, I had a feeling that I was about as prepared as one could be. I had read hundreds of reports. I actually read every single report on the PDF that's in the "Files" section and wrote a paper for a science class that attempted to collate common themes and experiences. It wasn't scientifically rigorous, but this is art school we're talking about here. Anyway
I was ready for the first few seconds because I had previously dipped my toes in a 1/10th dose to check the supply.
I thought I was ready for the Chrysanthemum, but when you're really actually looking at a color you've never seen before, it's such a baffling and yet hilariously sensible experience, you can't really prepare for it. "Oh yes, that shade of blue/green/coral reef/purple/stained glass/diamond/flower, of course!"
I was expecting the sensation of traveling extremely fast, but then my field of vision divided into 3 or 4 panels, and those panels, while still made up of the appropriate sections of "room", were in fact faces of these lovely "people" that were standing above me.
I did not shoot forward. I was YANKED. It was immediately clear that my brain stem was like a root structure, and the content of my mind was a "plant" that was "growing" somewhere else, and time is the "dirt" that we all grow in. So someone grabbed me from the base of my tree, and PULLED me out of the dirt. It was a storm of images and feelings. I don't think I had smoked enough to pin everything down.
Now imagine you've pulled a weed out of your yard, and you're holding the root structure, and it's got all these clumps of dirt all over the roots. You need to clean the dirt off without hurting the plant, so you brush the clumps off gently with your hand. Just replace "you" with "celestial being" and "roots" with "spinal column" and "dirt" with the anxiety that has been sticking to my nervous system since I was born.
It was very astonishing, but I was mostly calm, yet very disoriented. I remembered I had to breathe, so I did. They all seemed to like that. There was an air of approval and encouragement, and the sensation in my spine was of unfathomable relief, like I had gunk building up in cracks I didn't know were there. I was sort of secretly hoping for one of those "Chilling with 5th Dimensional dudes on a couch" trips, but I was taken for a RIDE!
I didn't have any chance to look about or explore. There were no gentle serene palaces for me to admire at my leisure. I was plugged into some kind of track. Imagine you're on a passenger train with no seats, and you're running down the aisle from car to car, but you're running against the movement of the train, so you get that curiously flip-flopped feeling of acceleration. It was like that, but I wasn't running, I was on this track. I think they came with me, I didn't feel alone on the track, but I do remember passing through a long series of passenger cars.
Now, again, these cars had no seats, but the size and shape comparison is accurate. The cars had some people in them, but they were mostly filled with what could be described as installation art. Sculptures and wall decorations that they were lounging about in. I was flabbergasted at the level of detail, and I was moving so fast down the track that I couldn't begin to take it all in. Each car had a completely different setup, as if they had been portioned out to specific artists. One character seemed to notice me, and basically said "Yeah, this is cool huh? But look what I can do with TRIANGLES!" He then clapped his arms together at his side, like a movie shoot clackboard, and as he slowly separated them, infinite black and white triangles receded into the background between his arms. Just stacking and popping and folding like a shaking a tunnel full of 10 million dominoes.
Then suddenly, WHAM, I got slammed back into my seat. The feeling was very physical. No astral body or Energy hoo-hah whatsoever. I was PLUMPED back into my body. Holy moley. "The walls are crawling, and all your faces are made of melting jewels, but I have COMPLETELY COME DOWN NOW."