Hello peoples. I'm a short time lurker first time poster. I would like to share my DMT trip. I should note that I did this in a country where DMT is largely an unknown drug and therefore still legal (for now). So I haven't actually broken any laws. As I'm writing this I'm still fuzzy from my trip. I wanted to write about it before I forgot the details. This is my first trip. Really my first trip. I've never tried hallucinogens before. I've smoked cannabis, I inhaled and I liked it. But I have never tried any other drugs until today. I chose DMT because I was just so fascinated about what I read in the book DMT: The spirit molecule. I researched the DMT subject extensively before taking it. I made my own DMT with an acid/base extraction on some Mimosa hostilis root bark that I bought online. To smoke it, I used foil sticky taped to an upside down drinking glass with a bendy straw taped to the inside of the glass. I just heated the foil and when the glass was saturated with smoke I took a big toke through the straw. I did this sitting on my bed, so that when the drug took effect I could lay back easily and it wouldn't matter if I dropped the glass. HERE'S THE TRIP The first toke; DMT doesn't taste all that bad. Whoa! It's quick, my arms feel numb! Cannabis takes a minute. They say this takes two heart beats. More like one heart beat! I hold it in while I heat up the foil again, filling the glass with smoke. The second toke; My arm suddenly got very long and my hand holding the glass seemed rather far away. At the same moment, I felt very fucking odd. Really really odd and I couldn't get in a third toke because I could barely hold the glass let alone operate the cigarette lighter. I laid back dropping down the glass beside me and with my eyes closed the visuals kicked in. My mind at this point was completely scrambled and I was unable to process the visual information, it was layers upon layers of layers and a few layers with in those layers plus infinity and perhaps a couple more layers. I felt extraordinarily fucking ODD. There was the cliche buzzing sound, no emotion, apart from me completely shitting myself. I know fear is an emotion but that fear was just coming from within me not from the realm I was in. The layers of colors started to settle down a bit and I could see actual shapes but it was still all very odd and I felt the drug was still kicking in more, not wearing off. I was getting higher and higher. I concentrated on my breathing. I could hear my breath it sounded like a mobile phone call breaking up. I was telling myself, "come on you knew this would be scary just relax into it, go with the flow". At about the peak of the trip, I don't know where I was, but I was saying (in my mind) "put me back, put me back, put me back" Meaning 'I want to go home now'. I was still shitting. But I kept myself together enough to take a look around. Geometric shapes in high definition. The human eye has a lot of cones and rods, but they are finite. The minds eye can see in much greater resolution and can perceive more colours. It was super high-res with super-super colours. Layers on layers on layers. At one point I thought I was on the surface of a tesseract. I'm not sure if I thought that because I like tesseracts or if some one actually suggested to me that it was a tesseract. Some said "do you see" referring to the tesseract. (If this was the fourth (spacial) dimension it would explain why there's so many layers.) I didn't see any elves and I didn't get into a conversation. I was still a bit scared, although I was beginning to calm down a bit. I felt like the drug had stopped peaking. That is I wasn't getting higher but it wasn't exactly wearing off either. I opened my eye's. What a mind fuck that was. The room appeared to be only one of the layers and the other layers were totally dominant. I understand now why people use eye shades. I shut my eyes, but that didn't help because I could now see right through my eyelids. Eyes open or eyes shut I was seeing the same thing. The fear had subsided quite a bit now and I could feel a presence, I said "hello" (out loud I think) but no one answered. The presence seemed to be having a look around me, but didn't actually touch me. At this point I noticed something coming out of my belly button like an umbilical cord. I felt like I was a baby back in the womb. The fear subsided the drug wore off and the visuals eventually went away. It was exhilarating. I'm glad I did it and will do it again. I think next time will be less scary as I will have some idea of what to expect. Before I do it again I want to find out why my lips got burned. My lips and tongue feel like I drank drain cleaner. But my throat and lungs feel fine. When I smoked the drug it really didn't feel all that harsh. It was plastic-ish but not so bad, kinda like new car smell. But my lips and tongue are quite raw. Anyone else have this happen to them?
Well congrats on extracting and smoking your own DMT. I mentally shit myself at the intensity of DMT as well lol. Never had raw lips or tongue....could be due to abnormal movements during the trip...no idea.
At first I thought it was a chemical burn, but I think now that the hot vapor burnt my lips and tongue. I did suck the smoke down pretty fast. It wasn't too bad, like burning your lips on hot cheese. I gotta work on my technique.
the smoke cools as you inhale it, so what your throat and lungs got was not as hot as what your lips and tongue got. grats on trying it, its quite overwhelming. i'm still working on getting myself really ready for a breakthrough. i feel i need more 'practice' with other psychedelics, and with fitting the whole thing together in my noggin.
lol, I have difficulty describing to myself what I saw. I think the consciousness understands it all pretty well, but it can't relay it fully on to the squishy biological human brain. I think that's the reason why it's so hard to remember trips. It's because the brain doesn't know how to catalogue the strange information. I'm hoping I can train my brain to process this new data and eventually bring back something useful.
