Trip Report
	Winter 2019-20
	Dose: ~30 mg DMT
	I had procured a good amount of DMT from a project I was working on with some friends,
and had tried a bit with them when we first got it, which worked well to get my brain
adjusted to the experience. I find that the first trip after a while away is often
too disorienting to make any sense of. Having reoriented myself, I went home,
loaded some up in my vape, and got myself ready once again by doing some breathing
exercises and relaxing on my bed. Once I was ready, I began to hit my vape over
the course of a minute or so. I started a stopwatch at this time.
	As I hit the vape, I started to feel my senses start to blend together. Colors
were much brighter and sounds had a high pitched whining noise over them which got
deeper and louder with each hit. My heart started beating very fast and my body had
a lot of tension (in the way that DMT does, in an oddly paralyzing way) so once I thought
I had enough I set my vape down and cuddled up under some blankets. It was morning,
on a cold winter day, and although my room wasn't too chilly while sober, it felt
absolutely freezing while on DMT (I get the same thing on mushrooms and presumably
tryptamines in general) so I covered my head in blankets to stay extra warm.
This kinda helped, but it incidentally made me unable to process visual input
as well. (Note: It could be that this would have happened anyways as it generally does on
DMT but I feel like the blanket made me trapped in DMT land whereas normally on such a dose
I could have opened my eyes to pull me back into reality a bit)
	As my visual input disappeared, I was pulled out of this reality and into a world
of pure consciousness. At this time I was very delirious and confused and I started to
feel a bit anxious. I theorize that this happens sometimes because DMT makes one forget
things and it also makes me writhe around a lot sometimes, which I could see leading to
improper breathing. While tripping, I found myself in a world that seemed like a mirror
of reality. I was still laying on something, (although I don't know what) and I was still
wrapped in something (although again, I don't know what. At the time, this was a bit alarming).
While my vision was obscured and I was tangled up in who knows what, I felt the presence
of several figures standing over me as if I was laying on the floor, and not an elevated bed.
This is probably my brain projecting, but I saw them in my mind's eye as short (not super
short, maybe 5 feet tall) figures wearing long black cloaks which obscured their anatomy,
although I imagined they were relatively human-like despite that. They looked similar to how
I imagine Nazgûl appear, but they were ultimately unrelated. The way they were standing over me
felt rather hostile (although not violent) and the perceived hostility increased as they all
began to speak to me. They were angrily speaking to me about things that are relevant to
my life, mocking my insecurities, bringing up almost everything that made me uncomfortable
within the constraint of just using words and not threatening my safety (I've also been
absolutely convinced I am unsafe/going to die while on DMT, and that's definitely worse).
(Note: I don't recall the exact words/phrases the entities used, but even if I did I don't
feel comfortable sharing what specifically they were saying. Just know it was overtly hateful)
The voice they were each using was all the same, although I could tell it was coming from
each of them individually, and not just from the ether. I mostly recall the rough ideas
the voice was conveying, but I believe that the voice was androgynous. It sounded as though
someone were speaking to me outside of their native tongue, so I couldn't decipher what
the person speaking might appear as, just that they were full of pain and spite.
	After listening to these figures bully me for a while (who knows how long,
it didn't feel like forever though) I regained enough of my mental faculties to
realize that they were just in my imagination and that their words aren't reflective
of objective reality, for the most part at least. As soon as I realized they were
rhetorically flawed I was pushed back into reality, where I came to with a reminder that
the proper way to address negativity is with love and acceptance.
Sixteen minutes had gone by.