This morning I used the same procedure I used yesterday and was a bit disappointed because it didn't really work. I used 35mg this time, increased from 33 yesterday. Same procedure. Huh. I wonder what I did wrong. Maybe I burnt it or something.

I was only going to use it in the morning, but it didn't work. 8 hours later I decided to try again.
Same result. What's going on here. 40 mg this time and it didn't work.

It melted the spice ok, it sucked the lighter flame in a bit. But minimal effect. Oh the duct tape I was using to seal the tube in the machine has come loose I wonder if I missed some. I rubbed it closed.

I lit it again and toked and wow, so amazingly intense. Fractal patterns everywhere so much movement. A cube that kept inverting about 3' in front of me. a language that meant something. But english words meant something else. associations with a town I grew up in. and every thing in psychedelic colours.
Terrifyingly intense. Only terrifying because it was so intense and so absolutely otherworldly. As with yesterday I am amazed at the precision in the visuals. Everything pulsating . Everything so fast. It's half an hour later now and i'm still shaking. WOW... I did that voluntarily ... WOW.
If I close my eyes I still have some visuals. I still feel a deep exhalation in my feet. I know what flying through hyperspace means. Words just aren't getting anywhere near close to describing this.

Welcome to the Nexus, sparrow. Your description of your experience brings back vivid memories of some of my first encounters with the spice, especially regarding its being terrifyingly intense. It's amazing how we choose to put ourselves through such experiences, yet at the same time I feel like living one's whole life without experiencing the DMT flash is sad in a way, because they're missing such an intensely personal and intimately meaningful experience.