The last time I smoalked was November 19, 2013.

I recently introduced a new friend to DMT. I sat in on his first journey. This was nearly 3 weeks ago. I have been debating going into hyperspace since that night. I try to refrain and confront my emotions and issues without altered states before turing to psychedelics. In any case I puffed tonight.

I've developed pre blast off anxiety over the passed year. In my earlier years of DMT experimentation I didn't hesitate.

I had given my friend a proper dose, actually a tad extra being that it was his first time and there was potential for not hitting it right, burning some.. error etc. So I decided to puff on what was left in the pipe figuring I'd get a mild buzz and sort of buffer my way into hyperspace.

There was a nice little hardened chunk of charred lotus leaf compact in the bottom of the pipe. I took one small hit, felt the onset. One more clearing what was left blowing out a thick cloud of smoke and I was off.

I was surprised that such a little amount hit me so hard, but the strange thing was that there were NO colors. This trip was different shades of the color of the back of my eyelids.

Most of my trips tend to have a brief over view of my loved ones, and when I think of my youngest sister I get comfort and the anxiety fades away. There is also what seems like a pile of moving stripped spaghetti all connected at a center point flowing and meandering out toward my face. This is like clock work, but normally it is accompanied with amazingly vivid yellows, pinks and whites.

Next I see them. Tonight they were, as they often are, very sneaky. They are what i refer to as reptilian feline female energy beings. From what I gather they would move around up right but are aways on all fours. They are made out of geometric fractals but there is defiantly structure. They were being sneaky. Almost mischievous, and if there were hyperspace police these Digital Lizard Kitties would most defiantly be give tickets and have to appear in hyperspce court. probably just a violation like being drunk in public.

There was no connection with "The One" this time. It seems like these playful troublemakers are just a diversion, keeping my attention off of something. And they defiantly do the job, they are so intriguing. Just the way they move and think. I think what they think, because that's what they think.

In the past I seem to have more vivid experience when using jimjam. has anyone had less vivid experiences when using more purified spice?

Why are playful trouble makers sneaky--because they are playful trouble makers!

I remember running into these geometric abstraction entities once (though they were slightly anthropomorphic) and they blended in rather seamlessly with the blue fractal scene. These entities are what I can best describe as prankster children. It was like they would turn my [hyper]face one way so they could slap it back the other (literally). Then they would laugh and say semi-bullyish things but I couldn't help but laugh at them for the kind of sandlot antics and hilarity of the situation. I wouldn't classify them as negative...just of a strange disposition.