So, I called over a friend and we decided to try DMT together for the first time. I had a glass pipe and we utilized the sandwich method with 50mg and some parsley (haha, yep). To be frank, I cannot speak for my friend, but my methods definitely need improvement.

Regardless, after taking a few (and terribly performed hits), I felt it coming, took one more cluumsy hit and closed my eyes.

Immediately, I 'saw' what I can only describe as a fractal of colors, but I was still very cemented in experiencing reality. However, I could also 'see' a form with those morphing shapes and colors and it was holding me down with a 'thumb' while drilling into my forehead with some other device. Slowly. It didn't hurt, but it seemed as if it was trying to breach into me. At that point, my friend brought me back to reality almost fully by saying that he was going outside to smoke a cigarette. I told him okay, closed my eyes and lied down.

At this point, things got... interesting. It wass like I was surrounded. Yet, I couldn't see anything or anyone distinctive. I could hear a voice and it was asking me why I was still holding on so much to the material world. Admittedly, I had been very nervous about using DMT for the first time. I replied that everyone I loved was in the material world, so I couldn't just leave it. I said that, for instance, that my little nephew (one year old) relied on me since I take care of him for 5 days out of the week.

Then another voice came up and though it sounded older, I immediately knew it was my nephew. He said that he was there and that I didn't need to worry; that could come along for a little bit.

I gave in. Not completely, but a bit more. It felt and looked as if I was simultaneously being enveloped by what I can only described as a wave and multicolor elephant trunk that I was pulled inside. Moments later, I was pushed out and I was seeing (foggy as if there was something covering my view), an entirely different world. I was being held by something or someone, waves of light were lapping at me gently and I saw geometric shapes with bits of faces. It was weird, but not horrifying. Some of them even looked upset, but whatever was holding me touched them and told them that it was alright, that everything was fine. That I was born prematurely and upset, but my birth into that world, no matter how haphazard was reason to celebrate.

I am not sure what happened afterward, as I quickly became sober, but I felt really, really calm. Not MJ calm, but... more at peace than I have ever been.

I feel comfortable trying again and, hopefully, with better skill. It all seemed so distant and foggy and weird...