DOSE:
2 hits
smoked
DMT
(freebase)
BODY WEIGHT:
150 lb
After 20 years of desperately wanting to try the mysterious and elusive DMT, I finally figured out how to obtain some. The package arrived and I fished out a small baggie of light yellow powder. Interesting, I was expecting it to be white. I immediately tested it (all good!), weighed it, and put all but my 50mg dose into a glass jar, since I heard that plastic could degrade the substance if left in too long. Lacking the correct smoking setup, I resorted to the "sandwich method" of layering the powder between ashes in my regular glass weed bowl.
Satisfied that everything was ready, I rushed to my bedroom in excitement - this was it, the day had finally arrived! Was I going to meet the famous Machine Elves? Was I going to astrally fly to outer space? Was I going to learn the secrets of the Universe? I couldn't wait to find out!
It was early evening and dark outside. I turned on low ambient lighting, switched off my phone and laid on my bed. The room was silent.
Full of anticipation and a bit of trepidation, I flicked the lighter and took care to only lightly touch the top layer of ash as to vaporize the powder. I took a deep drag and automatically tried to stem the rising smoke from the bowl before I was ready to take the second hit. The effects hit me like a freight train within 2-3 seconds in a most unexpected manner.
My surroundings exploded into bright fractals that reminded me of colorful Hindu-type designs. I felt a light body load sweep over me that seemed to originate from the upper chest. Shocked, I hurried to take the second hit, worried that I would become too impaired to operate the pipe if I waited a moment longer. I never made it to the intended third hit. My consciousness left the building.
I entered what I can only describe as a waking-dreamlike state. I didn't feel the sensation of leaving my body, I just seamlessly blipped into another reality. I didn't feel the sensation of leaving my body, I just seamlessly blipped into another reality.