DOSE: T+ 0:00	One	oral	Cannabis	(edible / food)
T+ 0:00	Some	smoked	Cannabis - Hash
T+ 0:00	150 ug	sublingual	LSD	(pill / tablet)
T+ 0:00	Repeated hits	smoked	Nicotine	(device)
T+ 3:00	3 hits	smoked	DMT	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:00	One shots	oral	Alcohol - Hard
T+ 0:00	hits	smoked	DMT	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:00	shots	oral	Alcohol - Hard

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

On a late summer Friday night, there I was driving to my friend's house planning on taking some blotter acid and smoking DMT on the peak. When I arrived I was greeted by two of my friends, and I smoked some distillate, and ate one cannabis edible. Then, we went out and met up with another friend. We smoked some hashish out of a bowl and messed around. A few hours later, we smoked more hashish, and then started heading back to my friends house. By now the edible and the hash was going strong in my body. We got home and it was about midnight, time to drop our tabs. I dropped one 150μg blotter, while my friend dropped a tab and a half making his dose 225μg. We let them lie on our tongues for about 10 minutes, and then swallowed them. Now we wait.

We waited around, listening to music and kicking it. It started to hit my friend first. He started getting slowly more wigged out and it took me a little longer to hit. About an hour in, it finally hit me properly. Slowly but surely the patterns started ascending out of the rug below my feet. And the shelves in the basement started to vibrate and breathe a little. I was hitting a vape feeling the vibration of the salt nicotine buzz and LSD coursing through my veins. My other friend, who was not tripping, was sick. He decided to start getting ready to go to sleep. He would later be interrupted multiple times by us as the night progressed obviously. He took the couch that I was initially sprawled out on and tried to get some rest. I was putting on different songs on the television. Songs like Two Heads, and The House At Pooneil Corners by Jefferson Airplane. Some perfect songs that matched the vibe of the trip down to the majorly psychedelic instrumental sound of Jefferson Airplane.

I was watching the rich geometrical patterns dance and transform on the carpet, more intense than the last time. The wood textured laminate floor looked like it was trying to take flight from the ground, as the hallucinations made it seem to be rising. Every time I would try to put a new song on the computer I would have issues because the keyboard was moving too much for my fingers to accurately press each key, and my motor skills started to decrease. I went up to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and watched my face morph around some. When I came back down it was starting to get close to DMT time.

To give this first DMT trip a little context I will tell you all about what happened last time I tried LSD and DMT. I was going through a rough patch. One of my close friends was starting to act strange. I could feel him distancing himself from me, but I did not know why. I already had planned a lsd and dmt trip for this night. I dropped 225ug and smoked some nice thc powdered strawberry flower. I was feeling quite mystical if I were to describe it. I took a small hit from the DMT pipe and saw my room turn into light blue geometry with a face in the middle. I waited some more for the peak. So, the peak comes and it’s time for DMT. I’m hitting the pipe, and I start to feel really weird. I start almost tweaking out looking left and right, thinking someone was going to come in and get angry with me for tripping, I don’t know why. I ride out the waves and then I decide to try again, a little disappointed in the tail that had just occurred.I start hitting the pipe again, and same thing. This time, I got more though. I remember looking at the ground next to my bed and everything was glowing with the white aura. And I could somehow see my body through my own eyes and I could feel/see my body had this aura too, and I was all wacky, out of proportion. LSD and DMT likes to make things wildly out of proportion compared to my body. But I recognized that I had been rejected. Why, though? I was so ready to breakthrough, or maybe I was not. Was I being rejected by my friend? Was I the problem just like I was the problem in failing to breakthrough? I came down from the DMT, and went back and smoked a few more bowls and just simply enjoyed my LSD trip. It was nice, it showed me compassion after my disappointing experience, it comforted me, like a parent would after something bad happened to me. And then I was left off with that. Now that you have some context to my feelings of being rejected we can continue with the story at hand.

Three hours in, DMT time. I had about 80mg of DMT in a pill capsule. And I poured it all into my DMT pipe. I was staring at this large load of DMT powder laying in the pipe, wondering where it would take me. After a few minutes of preparation, I gained the courage, and took the pipe to my mouth and started heating it up. I took a toke, held it a few seconds, and then exhaled. Feeling the heaviness of the deems weighing on me. Then I took another. Then the next thing I remembered was ego death hitting me, and I flashed to the last hit. I was trying to hold the candle, that I was unfortunately using so I wouldn’t waste our only lighter under the pipe but I was missing it and spilling some wax on my arm. I remember staring into the candle and it looked like it was turning into a clock. And this clock seemed to expand to fill the entire room. Somehow I was able to put the pipe and candle into the glass bowl beside me and lay down for what is to come. I remember looking at my friend as he was moving something and then I was out. Staring at quadrilateral geometry, I started to fall back into the couch more and more. I eventually felt like I was all twisted up on the couch.

The next thing I remember was feeling like I had this power up. I unlocked the key to all of my troubles and issues in my life. I did not feel rejected anymore. I felt like I was exploding with colorful rays of light. I was the light that was illuminating the dark room that the secrets to my problems were in. And now I could find them. Then, things got really strange. I was in a scenario from the book Of Mice And Men. I was Lennie, and I was being yelled at by George for something I had done wrong. I had the mentally challenged voice that my junior year English teacher would take on while reading his part, and I was saying “No Geowrge, I didn’tint do nuphin George, I pwomice, pwease George don’t.” And I was rocking left and right pleading for George to not do something, for whatever I had done. I do not know why this happened and it was very odd but interesting. I do not know what I was pleading George not to do, or what I had done. But I really did not want it to happen.

The next thing that I remembered was exiting the trip the same way I entered. I had the ever so cliche key to life power up again, and then I started coming back to reality. I was laying on the couch sideways and was staring at the peculiar square blob of geometry. Then I remember sitting up right and staring at my friend, and he was staring back at me. I looked at him curiously with a shocked expression, and I was confused as hell. He asked if I was okay. I said “Yes, I'm coming back.”

I got comfortable back in my reality and we went upstairs for me to use the bathroom, as I still had difficulty walking from the DMT. Standing up was odd, as it felt like when I stood up my head stayed where it was while only my body went up. He had to help me up the stairs as I was still pretty twisted from the dmt and the lsd peak. When I used the bathroom and I turned off the lights and looked in the mirror, it was interesting. My silhouette was growing and shrinking and looked insane, he saw it too when I called him over to check it out. He went back to sitting in this living room. I went out to the living room and sat in the chair beside him. Everything was dead silent, and peaceful.

There was an old fashioned guitar next to me. I started to strum the strings of it slowly and softly. I was playing through the notes and it felt soothing to my ears, it felt like I was soothing my friend in the room too. It sounded quite good to my tripped out brain. All that there was, was me, my friend, and this room with the guitar. I decided to get into just a little bit of liquor. I had one shot of %30 lemon liqueur, and then went back down to the basement. I saw there was still a pretty marvelous amount of DMT in my pipe still. So it was time for more DMT.

DMT time round two. No idea what time it was at this point. I was feeling quite nice off the little shot I took and the LSD. Weird combo, and also can get out of hand from what I have heard. As alcohol and LSD are sometimes known to be mentally dangerous. But I was fine because I kept that in mind and did very small amounts of alcohol. I took the DMT pipe to my mouth and started heating it up. A little cloud appeared in the pipe and I started inhaling. I finished my rounds and then boom, I was loading into my junior biology class. I don’t know why I kept going back to this period, but I guess I was visiting it again. I was sitting right next to my friend where I sit, and it was perfect. Just like it was real life. I was wondering why I was waking up in my biology class, wasn’t I supposed to be tripping? Did I just smoke DMT in my biology class for fucks sake? Then, I remember being in this swirl of thoughts. Just like I had described to friends earlier that day. Where I feel like I was swirling in circles and there are physical thoughts around my head and everything is cloudy. I could see my thoughts all around me. It was all in my head but it was becoming external.

I was in the swirl of my own mind. I was swimming through geometrical rooms of purple hues. Literally using my arms and breast stroking through different boxes or rooms trying to find some entity. It felt very weird and I was swimming through these rooms very fast. I remember whispering something and being very alert of some entity. I saw a glimpse of some face in the shadows and then it was gone as fast as it was there. Then, I remember starting to exit the trip. I was wondering if it was all even real anymore. I remember being transported back into my body and watching the corner shelf slowly morph back into its original shape and I was back. I was thinking to myself, that was fast. I asked my friend if this was real, and if I was back. He said it was, and I was reassured. I started cleaning up the DMT set up. I stood up and it felt like my head stayed where it was while my body went up. I asked him one more time “just to make sure, this is real right?” He said “yes” once again and I smiled, knowing I had sorted out what needed to be sorted out that night.

We went back upstairs and I had one more shot with some 40% orange liqueur. Standing up felt odd again, and getting up the stairs for a second time was fun as well. I used the bathroom, then had my shot. My friend was in the living room again. I sat down where I was the first time, and I strummed the guitar. Climbing up in the notes, and then descending down the notes. All in a slow and steady manner, calming the energy in the room. We eventually stumbled back downstairs and chilled out for a bit. My friend was playing some Lofi music and I was vaping. The euphoric nicotine rush was nice synergized with weed, lsd, and an alcohol buzz. My friend was starting to look more and more sick as the night progressed. He kept waking up to look around and see what we were doing and then immediately falling back asleep.

There was still more dmt in the pipe somehow, but a very very small amount. I put on “The Ballad of You Me and Pooniel” and I started heating the pipe. I cleared what was left in one, decent sized hit. I exhaled and my friend awoke to the song. He looked around and I waved the pipe in the air to let him know I won’t be so coherent in a few seconds, and then I put the pipe down. My friend started to look like he was on his deathbed. He was dying, my friend was dying. I started healing him with my positive energy. I started feeling empathetic towards him as he looked to be in rough shape. I reached an egoless state and the couch he was sleeping on looked like it was turning alive. The couch turned orange with dark greenish patterns on it, and it was dancing and moving around with him on it. The trippy music sounded wonderful. I started coming down and I was satisfied. Satisfied with the night.

I felt that the acid peak was over as well. I took the almost empty wax pen my friend had and started hitting it, and hitting it, and hitting it, with the nicotine vape too. Feeling the rhythm of the lsd and cannabis synergy. Eventually I got pretty high, and I layed down with a blanket on the floor. Somehow, I eventually fell asleep face first on the floor around 5:30 am.

I was awakened by my friend who was laughing at the sight of me face first on the floor like an idiot at 8 am or so. He wasn’t as sick as he seemed last night, obviously I wasn’t tripping as hard as before. We went out for a walk and got some drinks and food and chilled at a bench. The coffee monster I got tasted great. Still feeling some of the acid. We headed back and my friend who was sick had to go to work. We said our goodbyes and then we went back out to my friend’s house. We smoked hash and weed out of the bong and this massive steam roller pipe he has called “The Zong”. We went to eat, and then I went home. When I got home, I saw that my DMT pipe was broken. But I did not care, as it had gotten good use for its final rips.

In the end this trip helped me to fully accept that you won’t always get what you want. I so desperately wanted to breakthrough that other night on LSD, and I desperately wanted to keep my friend. But it just wasn’t meant to happen. It took me on a journey that showed me acceptance, and how to simply let go. Let go of the past, let go of your egoistic views on the situation, just let go. I stopped feeling so crazy about it. I also learned that not everything lasts forever. Not every friendship, not every trip, not every emotion. Time is limited, time is key, time is the most important currency in the universe. Finally, I learned to accept what has happened in the past, and look towards the future.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 118476
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Feb 17, 2025	Views: 16
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