realname: Transasmission

email: transasmission@hotmail.com

substances: DMT

report: Interesting reading these experiences, as I have not
communicated with other people regarding DMT.  Nor I have
been able to obtain the drug since college days, though
it appears it is possible to do with simple extraction
techniques; tempting, maybe I will.

In any case, I had a friend at the UW in Seattle who made
some, and invited me to try it, as he knew I was an acid
head, and figured I could handle it.  I had also smoked
and ingested PCP before without spazzing out too bad.  I
sat in a couch in my dorm room, and he handled the pipe and
torch.  I took a couple of good hits, very nasty tasting.

It came on very quickly, as advertised, at first acid-
like distortions of the walls and surfaces, patterns
swimming and the like, but very hot or intense.  I then
lost visual tracking of the room, but went to another place
of somewhat similar dimensions, that I called a cathedral
when I came down, due to the bells; ``dong, dong, dong,
dong'' in increasing tempo and volume.  The place was like
a square room with windows, large and gothic.  Something was
going on up on the ceiling, but I don't remember what.  In the
windows things would change from a lot of colorful things
half made out that sort of scrambled around in the window
frame to a sudden expansion out the window into halls or
tunnels with electric cream white walls with rapidly
cycling color strips.

I suddenly came back to the dorm room, and the bells and
visual disruptions faded into a somewhat typical acid
or mescaline pattern leftover which faded pretty quickly.
I also had trouble standing, as the floor seemed tilted,
similar to whoofing PCP.

Having taken a lot of acid, the visuals didn't strike me as
being particularly significant or unique, pretty much
similar to a couple of Windowpane trips, where I felt like
I was traveling quickly over a cartoon highway curved over
the edge of the world.

The sounds were unique, and not entirely pleasant.  I still
remember the church bell sensation clearly, which was
annoying and intense.

The main difference was the peaking intensity, which was
unsettling coming on so quickly. Although I was well used
to riding out peaks, I found that smoking pot was a great
way to take the edge off, but obviously there was no
opportunity to smoke after the DMT hit!

I didn't have the opportunity to explore further.  Overall,
I'd say it was fun, and I'm glad I did it, but it's not
something I would approach casually.  I'm afraid I don't
attach any spiritual significance to the trip.  It was too
fast and intense to reflect.  Sometimes when I ate peyote
and hiked through the woods or climbed a hill, I became
extremely spiritual (embarrased afterwards, as it appeared
silly in hindsight).  Nothing like that here.