I finally found DMT after looking for several years and only finding low quality changa. I was given several bags of crystals and told that each bag was enough for 3 people. Being over excited, pessimistic about the quality and remembering McKenna saying "Take the third hit!" I decided to smoke up 2 bags in one extra large bowl. Best horrible mistake of my life. I crammed the DMT between tobacco in a bong, the crystals filled up by far most of the bowl and I smoked it in one.
I held in the smoke for as long as I could. I tasted that familiar but unplaceable plastic taste, gravity became heavier, the air thick and crystal clear. Colours began to shimmer and the psychedelic flashing behind everything became pronounced as tracers formed. I exhaled and my reality unwound around me. I was immediately aware of two things: Just how overwhelming this rocket was I was now strapped to, and how I was now effectively blind and still had the bong in my hands. Deciding not to worry about it as to not in any way incite a bad trip I let go and surrendered to the trip.
Iridescent strips of blue and green shapes twisted around me in perfect 3D, spiraling through themselves, stopping at some invisible maximum with a "beat" and reversing their spiral in the opposite direction. The movement was reminiscent of dancing or some mathematical pattern, repeated and perfect periodic points in which the movement of the shapes would change direction. As the trip intensified further it seemed I was moving forward through a tunnel of some sort. The environment was fully 3D, shapes moved behind others and emerged the same, I could look around freely without eyes or a body. Soon the colours changed from soft pastel shades to browns and metallic and the shapes from rounded to pointed. My last thought was "Wow these different shapes are beautiful" and then the sudden feeling of acceleration tore my awareness from my experience.
For a while there was the nothing/everything so familiar from the flash of the most intense trips. No differences. No time or space. Just a orange unbroken glow. I intuitively remembered that I had been there forever, this was somehow and had always been normal. I forgot the who what where and why of my life as if they had never happened. I just was.
The next thing I noticed was the feeling of breathing. I could not remember who I was where I was or that I had just smoked DMT, but I remembered through familiarity that I was a thing that existed. My mind tried in vein to rationalise what was happening. My first thought was that perhaps some universal mathematical constant had changed, consigning every lifeform in the universe to die in a mess of geometry. Maybe I was already dead, the environment I was in was terrifyingly familiar. But I could feel myself breathing, and could hear the music I had put on before the trip. As I became more lucid I became convinced of the former option.
"Hello" I spoke out into the world I could hear but not see. "Is anyone there?". No answer, but I could hear the desperation in my voice and I pitied myself. At this point I really needed a sitter to remind me I was tripping and tell me everything would be okay. With eyes wide open I tried to look around but still all I could see was alike to a cross between a circuit board and the unfolded net of a cube. I laid and tried my best not to panic and despair.
I noticed the song that I had played (Strobe - Deadmau5) stop and start again. It had been around 9 minutes. Suddenly among the patterns I recognised something. A curtain! My curtain!! I lent up and looked around. The bong was on its side, spilled over my bed.. great. Everything was extremely psychedelic, pieces of reality were morphing, patterns glowed behind my visual field. I felt claustrophobic and slid open my curtains to look out of the window. The sky and trees rippled like deep water. The world was still there. If I wasn't still tripping balls I would have cried I was so relived. And for a short moment, I remembered I was tripping. Then, again, I was out.
Now passed out for a second time the trips really began hitting hard. I had some revelation. Something extremely obvious. As if in response to this the whole world exploded. For the first time in any trip of mine I saw life. It was as if life was a level on a game, and I had just beat the level. Reality danced for me and at me. There were living things everywhere. And without words or constant form they seemed to be saying something to the effect of "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WORKED IT OUT! HAPPY???". Whatever revelation it was I was aware off, I had two options in the moment: Despair, or laugh. I picked the later through sheer necessity. It was all so pointless. And no where near what people think the world is. It was beautifully horrific, Ironic to an extreme degree. The only way I can begin to describe it is "sideways".
I very slowly began to come back down. The spiraling shapes settled bit by bit into my normal reality and I sat up and took in my environment. I was sweating badly. What the hell had just happened to me?? I looked to my side and saw my bong spilled over the bed. Then I remembered. I had smoked DMfuckinT. I laughed uncontrollably for a while. I had heard it was strong but nothing can prepare you for how strong and how real it is. I remembered my friends were at the field near my house and felt the overwhelming urge to go and hug each one of them as hard as I could. I stood, still unable to feel my body at all and made my way out of my bedroom clumsily knocking piles of things over as I went.
I made my way outside and opened the door to a beautiful summer afternoon and started the 5 minute walk to the field. All of a sudden I became aware that I had been walking down my road forever and had not made any progress. It was like realising for a moment that I was trapped on an infinite path, and that this was the moment through infinite time, that I would become sadly aware of my plight. I was shocked when soon the end of the road appeared. I walked down an alley and into the park. I remember thinking as I walked onto the grass that I was tripping still about as hard as on Salvia. Everything was in disjointed sections, but unlike Salvia I had a clear head. When I saw my friends they all looked at me oddly. I asked why and one of them showed me my pupils in the mirror. Although a bright day, my Iris' were almost non existent. I looked Betazoid.
We returned to mine to smoke a spliff and even after smoking I was still tripping about as hard as I regularly did on LSD or Psilocybin. All in all I was completely out for just short of 20 minutes and feeling strong effects for around 45 minutes. I have not ever heard of any smoked DMT trip lasting that long, but when my girlfriend smoked not even half a bag and was gone for 7/8 minutes and cried of happiness when she came back around, smoking two whole bags explained a lot.
It took me around 6 months for most of these memories to come back, and occasionally I still remember something new about this one time, 6 years later. DMT is crazy yo.