DOSE:

3 hits

smoked

DMT

BODY WEIGHT:

200 lb

Organic Chemistry

I have smoked DMT before a couple times, but I could never get it to work. I never 'blasted off' as I have heard people describe. But this time, I got it right!

I was at home, alone. Not on any prescription drugs. Had just moved to a new place and got a new job working for the census. Going door to door interviewing people.

I smoked DMT in a glass pipe. I took several hits. I lost motor function; I could not control my arms. I lay down and closed my eyes.

I was floating in a sky blue space. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. Next to me, was a very large, three-dimensional green arrow. It was bigger than me. It looked like computer graphics. It was very clear and sharp and vivid. More clear and vivid than real life.

I remember thinking, what is that? Trying to get my bearings. Arrows don't just occur naturally! I am thinking, 'Where am I? What is this arrow? What is going on here?'

I look around, and I see what the arrow is pointing to. It is a picture of a molecule, like you might see in a chemistry textbook. Just the notation where it's lines showing bonds or double-bonds. I think, 'Um, oh, ok, a molecule, I know what a molecule is.'

I look around more, and after a while, I finally get it. I am inside a huge flow chart. There are lots of arrows and molecules. It is showing *all* the molecules involved in life processes on planet Earth. For example, it is showing the path of one particular oxygen molecule, from when it is breathed out of a cell in a leaf on a tree in Brazil, all the way to where someone breathes it in in New York, and it gets attached to a hemoglobin molecule in a red blood cell in their body. I get it. I see what this is.

It all looks like fancy ray-traced computer graphics. Very clean and bright colors.

Well, then I fell out of the flow chart, and I am in a big room. It looks a lot like Houston Mission Control. Where they control the space shuttle missions. There are rows of computers with people operating them. The flow chart can be seen on a big TV screen up on the wall. It's like this is the place where they monitor (control?) everything that was being shown in the flow chart: all the organic life processes in all the living things on Earth.

I know this sounds strange, but this is really what I saw: all the people operating the consoles were these little fairy girls, and they were all wearing nurse outfits with little white paper hats. Some of them become aware that I am standing there, an outsider in the midst of their operation. They come up to me and say something like, 'Get back in the simulation, life form!' And I reply, 'What? No!'

They take this attitude with me: 'We are in charge here. We run this planet. You are just a cog in our machine! Get back in there! What are you even doing here?'

I don't like this very much. I don't know what I was thinking or why I said this, but I exclaim, (these are my exact words), 'I'm cleared for this ** High Level ** kind of shit!' Then I say something to the effect of, 'I want to speak to the person in charge.'

Well, I guess they made me do what they wanted. The next thing I knew, I was approaching my body and earth. But for some reason I perceived it as a house on a green hill. Kind of like a pleasant cartoon. An icon indicating home. I'm going home now. Just before I woke up back in normal reality, I heard this voice whisper, very loudly, 'Organic Chemistry!'

Footnote: Several years later on acid, I found myself back in exactly that same 'Houston Mission Control' place. That time, I managed to leave and go look for the boss.

Footnote 2: On mushrooms, years later, I was sitting in the living room, and suddenly 'fell out' of the room. I was in a place where I saw many planets, lined up in tiers. The Earth was one of them, but there were many others, dozens and dozens. Each one has a crew of guys standing in front of it, monitoring a control panel. And each planet has a thing coming off of it like a unicorn horn, like a spiral sea shell. I don't know what that was. Do you?

Aftermath:

Well, as you may know, DMT does not last for very long. I came to and was sober and normal. I seem to remember feeling sharp and fresh afterwards. I think I went to play cards with my El Salvadorean neighbor in his back yard. We would play poker and he'd get me drunk on wine before I went to work. I'd show up at people's houses and be all lit up, 'Hi, I'm here from the government! I'd like to ask you a few questions....' I liked that job :)

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 111542
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Dec 12, 2018	Views: 1,062
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