Did anyone ever dream they had a hard time making useful mental sense of a smoked experience?

I am very, very accustomed to working with Ayahuasca. I feel like she "took me in," we have an amazing relationship, and ceremonies are completely interactive. She is my guide. She is my teacher. She answers questions, and has a step-by-step lesson plan for my soul. She is awesome.

In dreams of changa (after Ayahuasca, so there are plenty of harmalas to go around), though, I don't feel that guiding presence. It feels like smoking immediately throws one into the very peak of an Ayahuasca experience, with no explanation beforehand or after; no intact faculties to ask questions or navigate; and it is extremely hard to even remember coming down.

Did it take anyone else some time to get the hang of navigation? Part of the problem is that the instant breakthrough destroys the inner dialogue completely; with an oral experience, enough vestiges of a dialogue seem to be "allowed" intact to steer, comprehend, and progress the experience. Even in oral hyperspace, when the mind is geometry, some kind of observation/processing takes place, consciously. By the time inner dialogue resurfaces with the smoked variation, the peak has disappeared, and it seems very confusing to get linear thinking back online. It feels much more like unconsciousness, and then struggling to remember when consciousness is regained. The transition is so swift and seamless, it's very challenging to make use, remember, interpret, and comprehend; coming down is VERY similiar to dream recall.

But, dream recall is definitely strengthened through practice.

There is this amazingly powerful substance forged with great care, time, and love, that deserves the respect of proper use through complete understanding.

Any thoughts?

I hear if you roll up changa spliffs and burn 'em down slow that it smooths out the transition. Especially if you've been meditating with some caapi tea for a while before hand. You can use any dried leaf you want...I think it's rather nice to rise for up to 10 minutes (an hour or so if you count the tea) rather than instant dissintegration.

i watched a friend roll up some spice into a spliff last summer, and i thought he had gone nuts-but thats just him. see before that time, the thought of "sipping" on spice had never occurred to me. it was just take three huge hits and ziiiing.
^^^but when u put it like that, it makes perfect sense, especially with the tea.

sometimes i feel like we arent supposed to remember sometimes. dont force it. u take with you what you need whether you know it or not. just be. what happens happens. dont question surrender...thats how i feel. but im sure you know this already! thank you for posting you are wonderful!

IM