DOSE:	130-160 ug		LSD
	15 mg	smoked	DMT

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

I recently had one of the most intense and unforgettable DMT experiences to date. And get this-only using 15mg. I was peaking on 130-160ug LSD, and decided to give some DMT a go. Only loaded 15mg into the pipe to test the waters before diving in. I had never smoked DMT under the influence of another psychedelic, so I decided to start low, which proved to be a great idea. I take the hit, getting most of what I had loaded in one pull. I go to take the next hit, and as I'm doing so, the flame on my lighter dies. 'Oh, damn' I think to myself. The first hit comes on with surprising potency, and next thing I know, my dimly lit room and I undergo a transformation into another dimension (yes, this is with only 15mg) and everything in my room looks like it came from lego-land. It all has a very aztec feel to it, and I am beginning to become uncomfortable with the unexpected intensity of the experience.

Now, this is where shit gets REALLY weird. It's hard to describe, but I will give it my best. My dog, let’s call him R, had been laying on my floor asleep for a good 4 hours. I had tried waking him so he could get out of the way previously, but he is a heavy sleeper. After sleeping on my floor all night, remaining unconscious as I giggle to myself, watch TV and do whatever noisy nightly rituals humans partake in, he remained very deep in sleep. As soon as the DMT hits me, and I begin to freak out at the intensity of my experience, R is jolted wide awake. He gets up, and begins barking. “Oh shit, this is just what I need,” I think to myself. My family had just fallen asleep and the last thing I wanted was for them to wake up and discover me tripping. But after watching R bark at thin air for a few seconds, it became apparent to me that what he was barking at was not something of this world. I remembered then that R is a Chihuahua, valued by southern/central American aboriginal tribes for their extrasensory abilities. The Chihuahua was regarded as sacred by a number of ancient tribes, and considered to be very spiritually sensitive, and were often used in rituals and ceremonies to welcome/chase away spirits. I look closer at him, panic coursing through me, and I notice that his barks are directed in many different directions, as if he is barking at a whirlwind.

Tail tucked in between his legs, practically spinning in circles, trembling and barking maniacally, I am hit with the realization that I brought some sort of presence into my room through DMT. I call his name and he looks at me, and leaps up onto my bed. He is shaking like I have never seen a dog do, and his gaze shifts all over the room. I follow his eyes and I realize that he is seeing something I cannot see. His pupils are like pinballs, bouncing all over the place as he shivers in my lap. I pet him and tell him everything is ok. He begins to calm down, and looks me in the eye, and I swear that we communicated telepathically. The look in his eye seems to scorn me, saying something like “How dare you do that to me?” I look upon him in a sudden understanding of his value, and I reassure him that everything is ok, that a door in his mind has just been temporarily opened by a very powerful molecule. He says (or his eyes say, but I swear we were communicating through gaze) that he was scared shitless, and is angry at me for being so inconsiderate. I apologize and calm him down. The DMT wears off after 10 or so minutes, and as it does, his eyes slowly begin to shut again, and he falls back into a deep sleep.

I know that this probably sounds a bit like a chapter from a cheesy Stephen King horror novel, or something similar, but I shit you not, this actually happened to me and my dear friend R. I have had many extraordinary psychedelic experiences, but up until this point, they have only been able to be described as the visions I had, or the shit that I saw, or the things that I realized. This was the first time I was given an experience that proved to me, beyond a reasonable doubt, that psychedelic experience is far, far more than a mere chemical reaction; something much greater than a drug-induced vision, and definitely not just all in my imagination. Believe what you will about what I have just written, but I assure you, my fellow psychonauts, that this happened. Once again, it has been proven to me that “DMT does not open the doors of perception, it blows them off the hinges.”

From that day on, I no longer regard R as just my pet, just a chihuahua, just a dog. No, that night it was proven to me that R, and all other living beings, are much more than their species, they, like you and I, are conscious, sentient beings given an organic body through which to experience this unfathomably beautiful clusterfuck of sensory input known as life.

I apologize for the length of this report, but it was an extremely significant event in my life that still haunts me to this day. Whether it haunts me with beauty or terror I still have yet to determine, but it was an extremely eye-opening voyage nonetheless. Peace and love to all.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99807
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Mar 16, 2021	Views: 927
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