DOSE: T+ 0:00	10 mg	oral	2C-I
T+ 10:00	3 hits	smoked	DMT
T+ 0:00	repeated	smoked	Cannabis
T+ 168:00	20 mg	oral	2C-T-2
T+ 0:00	repeated	smoked	Cannabis
T+ 172:00	3 hits	smoked	DMT

BODY WEIGHT:

190 lb

This is the account of two separate experiences; I'm including them both in my report because of the connection that both experiences have with one another- it is the first time that an experience on DMT has seemed to essentially pick up from where the previous 'left off' . Both trips were shared with the same group of 3 friends of mine, referred to as A, P, and K. Understand that though I give quite a bit of info before I begin to document what happened, that it is very relevant and sheds light on the experiences themselves.

TRIP 1
Set: I was in a calm place in my head, just coming off of a short break from drugs (apart from weed). I had recently smoked some DMT after ending this break, but had not tripped on a longer-lasting substance yet and decided I was ready.

Setting: My liberal arts farm college located in the mountain forests.

I did not wake up that morning with the knowledge that I would trip; a lot of trips in my past have been very interesting when taken this way. I had made plans with my friends A and P to go on a hike on a trail we had not yet been on. I arrived at their room around 3 and smoked a few bowls with them, when A revealed that he planned on tripping. He had bought 40mgs of 2C-I and had said that he would give us some if we wanted. At the time, our friend K was hanging out with us as well, but had plans to attend a yoga class fairly soon. We all thought about the decision for a bit, and eventually the four of us wound up taking 10mgs each.

I am fairly experienced with quite a few psychedelics, including LSD, Psilocybin and 2C-E, but had never tried 2C-I: with 2C-E and 4-ACO, however, 20mgs was a typical dose for me, so I was not expecting a very strong trip, just a pleasant day trip/hike and possibly a little introspection. P also had acquired a point of DMT: he had smoked it a few times, but never broken through and was anxious too.

After about an hour after dosing, we were all starting to feel the effects and K left to go to his yoga class. At that point, A, P, and myself decided to begin our hike. Originally, P had planned to smoke the DMT on the hike, but he said he didn't feel like the 2C-I had put him in a calm enough state to do so. So we began to hike. I admit, I was fond of the idea of smoking more DMT so I think that I subconsciously hoped he might change his mind if we found somewhere cool enough.

It was almost 2 hours after we dosed when we began walking on the trail. It went directly up a mountain, so it was quite a bit of exercise. This was pleasant for me, seeing as the 2C's give me a lot of energy. We pretty much ended up making a huge loop around our campus and ended up on a field. By this time, we were begging to peak pretty hard and sat at the top of the field and smoked a bowl of weed and hash and watched the sun set. We probably sat there for an hour or two, and by the time the stars had come up, the colors I was seeing were going crazy; lots of green and blue auras around the trees and mountain sides.

A couple of hours went by, and went back to P and A's room and smoked some more. I was a little disappointed that we had not smoked DMT, but I knew it was probably for the best. Seeing as I had recently smoked it a couple times and P had it for the purpose of breaking through for the first time, I got the idea that it might not be the time that I should smoke it. K rejoined us, all of us past the peak of our trip but still feeling effects. We smoked some more weed and talked about how our trips had been going, and P suddenly decided that he felt he could smoke DMT after the conversation had turned to that. We agreed to watch 'The Spirit Molecule' and smoke after that. At this point, K decided to go off to bed. By the time the A, P and I finished the movie, it had been about ten hours since we dosed and were relatively down.

We walked down the river trail on our campus at that point and found a nice spot to sit down and smoke. We had chosen to use a bong, seeing as previous experiences had made us prefer it that way. We meditated for a moment before beginning to hit it, and I considered passing up the chance to smoke it based on my earlier thoughts. They each hit it, and passed it to me. I decided that moment that I was going to. I hit it, and it went around 3 times before I was shot into hyperspace. It was extremely intense, and I realized as soon as I began to hallucinate that I was not meant to smoke then. The hallucinations became violent, and I began to see beings throwing things at me from the trees. When I closed my eyes, I began to feel as if they were running for me. I felt as if I was dying, though I would not consider this a bad trip in the sense that I lost my mind; I managed to keep myself remotely together and tried to meditate, but ended up trying too hard to block out the hallucinations. By the time I came back to reality, I felt strangely unsatisfied, like I had failed some test and been revoked of a certain experience of rebirth after death, if that makes sense. I went home and eventually just fell asleep.

TRIP 2

Set: Much different mindset, more ready for a long trip than DMT, yet still in a fairly good mood. I had gotten over my previous experience, knowing that these things happen for a reason.

Setting: Same school, same friends, about 1 week later.

Before the weekend had begun, I had acquired 20mgs of 2C-T-2, another substance I had not tried with plans of tripping with A and P again. I had also thrown in with A and P for a point and a half of DMT. I was not entirely sure I was going to smoke, and was not opposed to letting the two of them smoke my portion as well, seeing as P had still not broken through. K was spending the day with his dad downtown.

I dosed around 4 when A got out of work, and he dosed about an hour and a half later. We smoked a bowl with P after this, who himself was considering dosing at some point during the day. Then K returned, and he and P each got some 2C-T-2 themselves: K 20mgs, P 10mgs. After we had all dosed, it had been about 2 and a half hours since I had and I was beginning to come up pretty hard. I found 2C-T-2 less visual than 2C-I and E, but more color-enhancing and introspective- and a bit more similar to acid.

We decided that we would find another spot to smoke DMT on the river at dusk, sooner in our trip than previously. P suddenly decided that he did not want to smoke right then, and scaled out his portion to smoke later. A expected me to smoke with him, and I was not sure I wanted to so I invented K to join, so that A would not be alone smoking DMT in our group if I chose not to. So all 4 of us went off, P just planning on joining us for the walk. We found a beautiful rocky beach on the river to smoke, and we all sat and meditated for about ten minutes.

It had been almost 4 hours since I dosed, and so I was tripping pretty hard. The whole walk I had been debating smoking; thoughts of my previous experience were still in my head, but K suddenly mentioned something about how he had found and expelled 'demons' in himself on mushrooms during blindfolded meditation one time. This had been something I had understood because I've seen a so called 'demon' (by this I mean a negative energy that has affected my personality for a long time, caused by myself but perhaps removable), and I realized that whether my experience was good or bad that I had a purpose now: I decided to smoke.

Again we each took three hits. I didn't taste much DMT in the first two, but the third one was a full blown deem hit and it sucked me out of this world. Due to the intensity of the break through, I instantly closed my eyes. I saw a faceless figure holding out a 2-Dimensional board of vortexes, into which I was absorbed. I opened my eyes, and suddenly they were back. The figures that were throwing things at me, and when I re-closed my eyes, I could feel them running at me. I could feel them wrap around me. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I had succumbed to my own greed, which was why I had smoked DMT the first time when I was not supposed to and was a direct feed of the 'demon' I had previously identified.

Instantly I knew that it was the right thing for these beings to act hostly, for I had not shown respect. I bowed my head and began to meditate, knowing what I had to do; no matter how bad it got, I was going to let these beings take me over and do whatever they wanted. I could feel them breathing on me, and feel their arms wrap around me, pulling me from existence. I felt them surround me until I was no more- it was only them. Then suddenly I was released, and with my eyes still closed I could now see them. I can never explain what they looked like, but they very primal yet intelligent forms of life. They walked on many legs and had no eyes, but holes from which they sensed things. I could see where each one of them was in my surroundings with my eyes still closed, and when they got close I could feel their presence and their breath. It was strange to have them surround me this way, but now they treated me with much less hostility. As I meditated, abolishing fear and anxiety from my mind, I could feel them growing much more accustomed to me. I opened my eyes, and I could see the water splash where they walked, and see the stones move where the moved. As I became aware of them, they became visible with my eyes open but they took the form of children, running all around me. I realized that I had overcome some serious negative energy in myself and had ridden myself of something, and I became suddenly overwhelmed with happiness: this was the experience I had not received from my previous trip, and it had helped me in extreme ways.

We sat there meditating for a while, then realized we had not even finished half of the bowl. P decided to hit it. He took one hit and held it in deeply for a long time. I sat with the rest of us in meditation for a while before I could feel him smile. He then told us that he had broken through.

I thought it was extremely interesting how one 'unpleasant' trip had created a beginning to a trip that changed the way I feel inside even now. I have not had a desire to smoke DMT since then- I'm not saying it won't happen, but I'll know when it's the right time. I'm in no rush at all- I've gotten everything I needed for now.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 95624
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: May 3, 2022	Views: 519
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