I'm going to cut down the exposition by stating it in a single sentence, which is as follows. My friend R told me this afternoon that his very, VERY well connected friend D and he recently purchased a gram of DMT, or Dimethyltriptamine for you chem majors, and smoked it and had a wonderful time, he invited me to try some with him, which I did at D's apartment.
What follows is a loose play by play, transcribed roughly from notes made immediately after the experience, as well as memory. The times as well are approximated, so it's not perfect, but it's close.
T-0:00 - The pipe we are using resembles a run of the mill crack/meth pipe, its very presence makes the situation feel sketchy, the setting is D's apartment a quaint, albeit small, bachelor pad located in a semi seedy end of town. The substance itself is in a small baggy, it is crystalline and off white, I examine it extensively.
T-0:15 - R loads a bowl into the pipe and I hold it to my lips, both R and D notice I am extremely nervous so they tell me not to worry, but to be aware shit is going to become pretty intense. R begins to "cook" the substance, the crystals melt into a clear liquid and a vapor followed then by smoke begin to fill the bulb at the end of the pipe and I start inhaling gently, the smoke tastes of dirty socks and plastic, the smoke smells highly unusual, slightly acrid and very "processed". The smoke hitting my tongue causes an unpleasant burning irritation.
T+0:25 - After inhaling all I could I begin to hold it in my lungs, my vision begins blurring and shaking, R tells me to relax and lay back so I do. My head feels extremely light and hollow
T+0:55 - My lungs can no longer hold and I exhale deeply, the colors of the world around me immediately dial up tenfold, the sunlight bounces off everything and accentuates the colors further, a familiar overlay overtakes my vision, it is like a monster combination of LSD and Salvia.
T+3:30 - Everything begins moving and melting, bubbling and boiling. The room takes on a liquid look as the objects melt into one another in a magnificent psychedelic display of geometric intensity, my body has begun to deconstruct itself into shapes, mostly squares, and move esoterically into the negative space of the room. It is hard thing to explain, or to imagine, but this is the closest description I can provide. I am overtaken by laughter at this point, what feels like a brief giggle I am later informed went on for 6 solid minutes, I do not remember this.
In the midst of my laughing fit I look briefly out the window and look upon mountains being violently devoured by sky and clouds, it is almost too much to intake mentally. I then look to the wall at a painting of a forest, it appears extremely busy and I take my eyes off it for fear of becoming lost in it.
T+7:15 - I lay back weightlessly onto D's couch and stare at the pattern tiled ceiling, what I witness is difficult to communicate in language, but as this is a forum post I suppose I'll have to try. The dark spaces between the patterns in the tile appear to be empty space in which the patterns (a simple lined grid) expand and give birth to more and more lines, all pulsating and playfully energetic in the empty space they move through before dissolving into oblivion. At this point time has lost all kind of meaning, I simply exist in squares as a singularity in space, Major Tom has nothing on me.
T+8:30 - I reach my hands up towards the ceiling and look at them palm first for a moment, my fingers slither like snakes and peacock outwards in peculiar and inhuman angles, the skin looks unnatural, my palm and finger prints wave and move on top of my skin like an overlay, my skin however is not just lazing around, upon close inspection it looks millions of ...fish? are moving and swimming around under the surface, an entire ocean under my skin, it is too much.
T+9:00 - My head the whole while has been filled with indefinable thoughts, it's as though my central nervous system has slipped into a hot tub full of LSD and told the rest of my brain to hold any calls, I shut my eyes tightly and place my hands over them. Jesus fucking Christ. There is not a thing in the world that could've prepared me for the back of my eyelids. It's an overabundance, no, a CORNUCOPIA of lavish colors and patterns, all spinning and dividing, they tower in the darkness like prismatic skyscrapers that defy all dimensional logic. In this realm exists colors I do not recognize, and hues of colors I didn't think possible, as well as strange shapeless, floating figures whose insides are lined irregularity with brilliantly glimmering veins of energy that pulse and quiver, I feel like they might be looking at me, even though they don't possess eyes. I am told by R later that while I was laying eyes closed I was speaking, brokenly, as if someone was there, asking "who are you...where is this...what am I?", I don't remember any of this either.
T+11:30? - As I was tripping I did little to keep track of the time but it's after I opened my eyes I began to feel myself coming down, things begins to come back to reality, the overlay and feeling of being out of my body in many places subsides, I am speaking normally and coherently again. R and D are posing me questions about my trip which I answer excitedly, the whole thing already feels like some far away dream, my memory of it does not increase in time so I write down in point form what I can recall and title the paper "Kingdom of the Curious" and stick it in my pocket.
T+15:00 - The effects have worn off completely now, we light a joint and watch [I]This Hour Has 22 Minutes[/I], R and I leave shortly after it ends, get some sushi and then head home.
I was told before we left the chemical we had was only N,N-DMT and not 5-MeO-DMT, which is the highly potent stuff. Sitting right now I am not sure if I would be able to deal with "the potent shit" if what I had was the weaker stuff, as it is BY FAR the most intense psychedelic experience I have ever had. I highly recommend it to anybody who can get their hands on it, I feel like my eyes have been opened to another plane of existence. Oh, and if you can get your hands on it, the "high potency" stuff, well...good fucking luck. You'll need it.
Thanks, but I don't feel like wasting my life with a drug. I ain't that sad.
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Fact: Drugs are bad for you :)
You probably killed off some brain cells doing that. Well done.
[QUOTE=Valon Kyre;21624148]Fact: Drugs are bad for you :)[/QUOTE]
So is McDonalds, loud music and the air you breath, atleast DMT is produced naturally in the brain already. Try to focus more on the content of the trip rather than the negative connotations of illicit substance use.
This is what Drug Discussion is for. People in GD are generally ignorant idiots when it comes to drugs.
Fun fact: The brain naturally produces small amounts of DMT, and there is a large release of DMT to the brain both at birth and in death.
I've heard about the effects of DMT, including something like almost having senses mixed together, or the presence of a very bright light and appearance of an alien or other form of higher being... That might have been the stronger stuff though.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when
just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but
never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks
and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT
[QUOTE=Mindtwistah;21624321]This is what Drug Discussion is for. People in GD are generally ignorant idiots when it comes to drugs.[/QUOTE]
And not drugged out of our minds enough, to simply dismiss any harmful effects. But yeah, go back to drug discussion.
I hope you OD and die.
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[QUOTE=RELAXiN;21624416]I hope you OD and die.[/QUOTE]
Thanks.
T Minus is used to describe the time leading up to an event.
After that event has occurred, you switch over to T Plus.
DMT is not the kind of drug people OD on or ruin their lives with
[QUOTE=abcpea;21624332]10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when
just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but
never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks
and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT[/QUOTE]
is it bad this is the first time i've seen you use more than 3 words
[QUOTE=gufu;21624334]And not drugged out of our minds enough, to simply dismiss any harmful effects. But yeah, go back to drug discussion.[/QUOTE]
This is why I call you idiots. You don't even know what DMT is but immediately assume it's some kind of super-harmful drug that kills braincells and has a high chance of ODing.
Fun fact: DMT is almost harmless, and it's not something you do very often, only at special occasions (Like all hallucinogens). You ruin your body and your life more with your fast food and sitting in front of the computer.
If DMT was so dangerous your brain wouldn't produce it EVERY NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.
YOU HEAR THAT ANTI-DRUG IDIOTS. YOU'VE ALL TAKEN DMT.
DRUGGIE SCUM.
DRUGS R BAYD ok?
"DURGS R COOL"
"NONO, DRUGS R BAD"
"UR STUPID"
"NO, UR STUPID"
Typical Facepunch :eng101:
i told that to all my friends and they left me to go to some party
and now they're having the time of their life with new friends and i don't have any
Drugs are so cool I want to be as cool as you.
Haha mad coincedense, my mate mentioned wanting to do DMT and then i go onto facepunch and this thread is right here.
Sounds amazing, but for me, I'm going to stick with my LSD, weed and psilocybe shroomies
I don't know guys. Seems to me like you're pissing away money.
DMT is a hellofa drug
doesn't sound as fun as i thought it would be
[QUOTE=Octave;21625080]DMT is not the kind of drug people OD on or ruin their lives with[/QUOTE]
Just explains how smart GD is, I've done some drugs you all consider really bad and horrible and I'm exactly the same person as I was before doing them.
I took that once and have never done it again. It was scary :(
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[QUOTE=Sirdangolot5;21625680]I don't know guys. Seems to me like you're pissing away money.[/QUOTE]
The same could be said about your cheetos and internet connection.
[QUOTE=ijyt;21625426]Drugs are so cool I want to be as cool as you.[/QUOTE]
Hurr stereotype
[QUOTE=abcpea;21624332]10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when
just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but
never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks
and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT[/QUOTE]
Then the X-Files being, looking
like some kinda blue-green Jackie Chan
With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel
and hovered above my bug-eyes,
My gaping jaw,
And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
And all I could think was,
I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
That I pissed my fucking pants.
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Drugs are bad m'kay?
run along now op, go play with your ball of yarn
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