DOSE:		smoked	Changa	(plant material)
		smoked	Cannabis	(plant material)

I smoked the last of my changa last night. Had an interesting and beautiful experience that got a bit difficult towards the end.

So I meditated for half an hour or so, did some drawing, listened to some wonderful music and chatted with a few friends. When the time came I turned the lights off, computer off, speakers off, music off. Beforehand I had loaded what was left of my changa into a bowl on top of some ground weed, which in my eyes was two nice small trips worth. I've not been weighing the changa as I don't know the % of DMT in it, I've just been eyeing it up using the small lid to the vial it's been in, starting with a tiny pinch, and working out that filling the lid 3/4 full was a nice hit. This was about a lid and a half. I sprinkled some more weed on top to try and protect the changa from the flame.

Smoking it was amusing in retrospect. I realised halfway through that I wouldn't be able to clear it in one so I pulled the bowl and cleared the first half of the bowl and held it in, wondering how long to hold it in to get the maximum effects from the lungful but not to wait so long I wouldn't be able to finish the bowl. I think with hindsight that I had used a bit too much weed as a carrier/bowl filler, and that I wasted a fair bit of DMT on my first exhale, but I was holding a huge expensive glass bong in a pitch dark room and the world had started to dissolve around me by the time I started taking the second hit. I sucked hard on the bong watching the orange glow of the bowl as it burned away and cleared through, becoming aware that the bong was actually becoming flexible and floppy, and my arms were withering and growing what looked like grass.

I managed to get the hit in, and somehow place the bong on the dark floor (on top of a flyer for a local cinema that CONFUSED THE FUCK OUT OF ME when I was desperately trying to find a safe place to put the bong down and coming up HARD).

It stated off with the familiar flying through colourful dimensions to what I can best describe as an alien abduction style experience. The colourful 'surfing through a thousand rooms of a thousand dimensions' which I was familiar with was awesome at first, but also felt like it was building to something else. As there was no music I tried to focus on the sounds. As I did so they became less rhythmic and machine-like to more chattery fluctuating in tone, like some alien beings talking. I opened my eyes and there was all sorts of lights and contraptions in front of me and it felt like my head was held in place. I waved my hand through all of this.

I was aware of beings right in my face and standing around me. They seemed to be doing measurements on me and observing me. It was uncomfortable and quite claustrophobic, especially when I opened my eyes and it was almost pitch dark but there was dynamic fluxing machinery right in front of my face. I didn't panic, but I didn't find that part of the experience particularly enjoyable. Then a huge yawn erupted from within me. It seemed to startle the beings and make their technology go haywire. Several more tumultuous yawns sprang forth from me and that seemed to be a catalyst for that portion of the trip to end.

At this point I managed to turn the light on and I remember looking at a stopwatch I'd started seconds before lighting the bowl. I was 10 minutes in. I was still tripping and in some sort of psychedelic fog that obscured the objects around me and made me feel physically rather uncomfortable. Knowing I was near the end I decided to hold my breath and hoped by the time I exhaled I would be back on earth. Not so. It was about 16 minutes before I was actually fully down. The first time I was genuinely happy to be back at baseline.

It was my second or third DMT trip in absolute silence and darkness, my previous ones being very positive, this time I would have liked some light and some nice chilled music to give me something to hold onto when I was having the difficult part of the experience and to carry me out of the trip. I also think that mostly I will try and avoid solo trips in future, as having the energy and spirit of a good friend close by has an incredibly positive effect on the experience. This experience was by no means a bad trip. Although I was trying to breakthrough, when stating my intention before the beginning of the trip I said 'I want to see what this substance is capable of'. I didn't get shown the full potential but I got something pretty amazing. It was at worst 50:50 positive and negative, and has left me with more questions than I had when I went in. Still it was an interesting and challenging experience.

I will be taking DMT again, but I think I need to work on my ritual and method of administration considerably.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 97232
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 26
Published: Nov 26, 2017	Views: 1,661
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