Namaste

I had the most incredible dream of my entire life and I absolutely had to document it.  I still feel very disoriented, and some of the dream is foggy, and hard to place in chronological order.  My purposes of documenting this dream are for remembrance, discovery, evaluation, and hope.  I have to talk about intention.  To say to oneself my intentions were pure. Do we know our own hearts, souls, minds to accurately enough to commit to such a vow. 
 
Dream MT
Fell asleep approx 1230 I was absolutely sober except for caffeine from tea, and nicotine in my body I ate Mexican food 7 hours prior to sleeping. I awoke with my night garments soaked through. They still are
Unfortunately, I don’t remember waking up or how long I was disoreiented.  When I jumped out of bed to use the computer, I looked at the clock. 341. It’s now 402.  The responsibility to accurately record time seems tantamount to any other detail.


Upon entering my mothers home I used the restroom and talked with my mother.  The feelings of disorientation were still very strong.  I kept looking around the room, and had to keep checking my surroundings. Again chronology is hard to remember but I’ll try my best. At the beginning of the dream, I was curator of a small house, and the landlord lived upstairs, she was hermetic, elderly, and feeble, I don’t know her name and no it was not my mother.  I decided to have myself a little party using hallucinogenic substances. I believe it to be DMT, but the substance looked like kratom. I have more than enough doses to go around.  I charged 10 dollars at the door for attendees.  Sometimes more depending on how many doses each participant wanted.  The setting was a large bedroom with my bed on one side.  It looked very much like my basement room at the champagne house.  Girls, guys, young to middle aged, all white skinned, healthy, and of different dogmas attended.  Beautiful people.  I didn’t  recognize anyone.  Everyone was of mild temperament and excited for the thrills of the evening.  Hallucinogenic substances are beautiful things, but they absolutely must be respected and honored. This was a night of celebration because it was going to be my first experience with DMT.  Everyone around me was offering advice about onset, duration, what I would be seeing, etc.  This is where it gets hard to know what came first.  I know at one point, I visited a dance club setting with loud music, dim lighting, and strange faces staring at me as I walked the room.  There were a lot of people.  Something happened.  God I am absolutely freezing right now and its 70 degrees, and I have a space heater on me.  I keep getting cold chills that raise my body hair on end as I write these impressions down.  At some point an arc happened, something drastic to the effects of everyone deciding to leave the safety and comfort of my room and go to this club, or hang in the kitchen of this house, or walk the streets of the town.  At some point M and her stupid Lesbian lover show up or were already there and caused a shit storm of trouble.  Several times in the dream it was nighttime then daytime. I feel that several days elapsed.  There is no way that many things could have happened in just one night.  Some drastic stimuli caused very bad shit to happen.  I don’t know if I had taken my first dose, or if at all.  Some other attendants reported visions, journeys, animals.  Whatever.  M and her girlfriend and I and like three other people like were running away from something.  Some perceived threat.  God it was so real.  There were neighbors involved, and I think but I’m not sure but I think it was drug dealers coming after us.  Well, the substance got lost. Somewhere. The remaining doses.  People were furious because they paid for them.  I remember at some point I remember recovering the doses and distributing them.  I was dosing like crazy at this point.  It’s a dream so of course I have no idea about proper measurement.  I swear it was a capsule, and it looked like powdered kratom.  A dude came up on crushed one in front of me and said he wanted nothing to do with it.  Well, some scheme, or plot, or vicious occurrence happened, and M and her stupid drama starting lover were no longer there.  I was dodging weaving, and avoiding street traffic.  I was questioning people.  At some point I recall entering a church lawn, or some other building like it. It was definitely nighttime.  There was a girl with me explaining that when I finally have a vision, I will see patterns, tunnels, all light will change.  Everything.  After she told me this, it suddenly happened, I remember everything turning an array of fuchsia, blue, and the varying degrees of the color spectrum all at once, it was very spontaneous and sudden.  At some point I looked to the girl next to me and she began flapping her arms (cold chills that made me yelp just now).  God this is fucked up.  She flapped her arms to the effects that she was flying and before my eyes, her form materialized, changed, became, was, IS , she was the most magnificent beautiful and detailed bird I had ever seen.  It was very brief, but she was magnificent.  Her face was angelic, and she had white feathers, and her clothing shedded to reveal her true form. A gorgeous bird.  After watching her transform and flap her arms, I immediately had understanding of what everyone had been talking about.  The testimonials, allusions, ideas, colors.  It all made sense.  I was so happy to belong to a world of color, magnificence, brilliance, light, sound.  Behind the woman/bird was a gorgeous tree with majestic trunk size and a glorious eye casting light on everything around me.  The eminence of it made the woman glow like an angel. (I’m crying) It was so real. God my heart is racing.  I feel like I am forgetting it.  I don’t ever want to leave. It was so glorious.  People’s ideas of heaven don’t even compare.  The bird was so beautiful.  This all happened in seconds but I can’t portray how long those seconds were.  I then had a physical feeling of falling backward and hitting the ground.  I melted into the ground like a soft blanket.  The impact with the ground wracked my body.  It hurt.  But then the comforting arms of warmth and softness floated me downward.  I was in a hole in the ground, looking up.  I was definitely lying down and looking out of the hole with the walls of blackness to my left, right, head, and feet.  The world came back into focus, and the dream continued.   It’s so addled.  Very jumbled pictures of occurrences.  At some point I reconnect with some of my participants and they are feeling disoriented, confused, angry, upset, and they are telling me about it. I have no idea what the dialogue meant.  I recall entering another house, or leaving the room into another room, and my mother was there.  She was asking me what was going on.  So she went to my room, and discovered someone holding a baggy in their hand.  She became furious and grabbed the bag from this person. I think it was a dude.  Saying the words, you have DMT, I know you do, how dare you, give that to me. And we lost the DMT again.  People were furious.  So I ran out of the room, and chased after her.  I talked to her about why I needed the capsules again, because people paid for them.  She wasn’t mad, she was indifferent.  She said in the dream she didn’t care what I did, or what my friends did, but she said that if she were to give the capsules back to me, she was going to keep two and take them herself.  I just said be safe, and understand that whatever she sees can barely be explained and just accept it. 
I re-entered the party, and people were gone. I have no idea.  It’s daytime again.
I left my house and began walking the streets again. Looking for someone to talk to whatever.  Journeying.  The town was a suburb, clean, normal.  I recall seeing a huge mountain range, but it wasn’t the Rockies I’ve lived with forever.  They looked weird.  Anyway, I was walking for what seemed like forever.  Interacting with people, nature, and things.  The images are too foggy.  I have no idea.   The next few things are the last visions, and they are spotty at best.  It’s 4:45am.  I re-dosed another capsule and was walking on a sidewalk with a prickly bush to my left. I didn’t see a beautiful bird, I had images but I can’t classify them right now or ever, it’s too obscure.  I do absolutely recall hitting the ground again, and being caressed by a warm furry blanket of silky texture, and black walls around me, looking out at the world.  Like my previous explanation but far less profound. 
Then, I re-entered my home to find it barren, a couple people were leaving and asked me if I had seen so-and-so, but I hadn’t.  They became agitated, and shook their heads.  Again, dialogue right now can’t be repeated.  I just don’t remember.  I’m so frustrated that I don’t remember the important details.  These messages are my guides.  I was upstairs and the hermit was standing kinda by a ladder/staircase looking thing, and someone around me asked her if she was the homeowner, and she looked to me before replying yes to the query.  I remember looking at some dude, and I knew, didn’t perceive, I knew his thoughts. Him and several others believed I was having sexual relations with this woman.  That’s disgusting.  Not only is she old, but this woman was my landlord, why would I jeopardize my home for the temporary and meaningless feeling of sex. Anyway, I remember feeling disappointed that all these people around me were upset, judgmental, misunderstood, and unhappy with me.  It was weird.
I remember going to my room again, and looking in the closet and finding some peoples possessions.  Like cigarette purses with lighters sticking out of them.  Backpacks.  Coats. Other items.   I considered going through their items in search of DMT, but quickly changed my mind.  Theft is petty, and shows complete disrespect. I’ve never been a thief and I wouldn’t start there.
Then I was walking down a sidewalk, and the perceived threat of being followed or a dramatic thing happened.  It was day.  I just had a flashback, cold chills, god that’s so uncomfortable.  I remember running from some kind of squad car.  Not police, the uniform was different.  People were wearing lab coats of blue color, different insignia and embellishments.  Some had hospital booties on, those blue things that cover their feet.  I was hiding from them for whatever reason.  I remember a couple times looking at their cars through shop windows to check if the coast was clear.  Now I remember my old apartment street and the squad car entering it. 
Like I said before some kind of natural disaster or something was going on with the mountain.  Like an avalanche.  Impending doom, I guess.  I haven’t the faintest idea.  It was daytime.  There were news reports.  I don’t know.  I was walking down the street and there was rumbling going on, like a mine was exploding or something. The sky was normal, but grey and cloudy.  I remember seeing a squad car/ ambulance  approach a homestead and someone jumped out, so I hid behind a person’s RV. And watched. He walked up to the door while adorning some kind of lab coat. But he had blue scrub pants on.  This person knocked on the door and made some comments to the person.  Then he ran to his vehicle, and then people started evacuating their homes.  So I walked home. 
At this point, I think I made a conscious decision that I had had enough and I went to do my dishes, and drink some water.  I was done re-dosing over and over.  I had enough.  When I approached the sink, a beautiful female was standing on the counter overlooking the sink water, and she was dressed very demurely and suggestive. It was like some see through nighty thing, her nipples were showing, and I became very sexually aroused.  I remember going up to the counter and looking at her, and she looked at me with want in her eyes.  I wanted to ravage her.  I think I pulled her panties down, and licked at her vagina, and she enjoyed it for a bit, but then became very agitated.  She made comments to the effect of she felt dirty and disgusting. Used.  Like how could I violate her.  The last vision I had was her telling her friends that I made her feel sick, cuz I hadn’t brushed my teeth.  Then she got into the shower.
That’s it.  No more dream.  I woke up some time later, or instantaneously.  I have no idea how much time had elapsed from that last scene and being awake.  God I was so disoriented when I woke up.   I kept looking around the room asking if it was over.  It couldn’t have been but a few secondss, but the time seemed to be forever. I don’t know how to explain it.  As I became more and more coherent I remember saying out loud, god was that real, god that was so fucking real.  God was that real.  God it felt so real.  I’m crying again. My hands went to my head and I rubbed my head and kept looking around me to familiarize myself with my surroundings.  My god it was incredible.  It was so………unbelievable.  I must have said the words “Oh my god” a dozen or more times.
That’s when I recalled a post from Nexus stating to make sure to write down any experiences you have for later interpretation.  So I looked at my phone for the time.  341am
In three and a half hours I was completely physically, mentally, emotionally, and corporeally transferred to another world.  I have absolutely no doubt.  The feelings of how real it was like blow me away.  I can’t describe it anymore. Words are so meaningless compared to actually being there.  To go through that.  Talk about profound
 
The dream is over but it is far from over for me.  I don’t even know how to proceed.  I can’t begin to interpret or divine a meaning of this dream.  I don’t think people will believe me because of how new I am to DMT.  I’ve never even taken any.  I know my body produces it, but I have never consumed it before.  I did in my dream.  I guess.  It looked like kratom powder.  I think kratom is b.s in my honest yet uneducated opinions. It tastes like very strong tea.  I’ve never felt even relaxed from kratom. Granted it was some garbage from the smoke shop and it was my first time.  No visions came from kratom. That’s ridiculous.  It had to have been DMT.  My mother said it when confiscating my baggy.  All that research I did that day on it.  The want need and desire to seek understanding.  I keep recalling how beautiful that bird was.  Could it have been my ally like Don Juan from Casteneda’s books?  If it was I am absolutely elated that I didn’t see the wolf.  My god.  The wolf would destroy me.  My spirit guide might be a gorgeous feminine bird of the utmost majesty.  How could I deny myself the joy of meeting her again.  I have so much to ask her, she gave me advice before showing me her true form.  She educated me, she was kind, she was forgiving, she was amazing, she cared, she had feelings. Do you have any idea what I am going through right now.  I know I can never share this because people will discredit me and call me a liar.  I want to share it.  I want to post it to the nexus right now.  But I can’t.  I have too much fear of rejection.  In my day to day life I never ever ever took DMT, I never even heard about it except for a few months ago, and I just barely starting researching it like 4 days ago. I’m having so many mixed emotions.  Joy, sadness, hope, love, fear.  I haven’t even began to unlock the amazing prowess, cunning, power, magic, intent, and life changing shit of the human mind.  A freaking dream.  A dream.  My dreams have always been like this though.  Now I know why.  I have delved into a consciousness metamorphosis of the utmost profundity.  MY life is changed, exponentially.  It’s 5:38am and two hours ago, I was re-injected back into a world of misery, pain, greed, misinformation, government shut downs, garbage, lies, evil, madness, horror, and loneliness. I want that woman who transformed right in front of me to show me the garden of the universe.  To walk with me and explain every mystery of the universe, the unexplained, the stuff no one has even considered yet.  Everything.  Is that greedy of me to want to feel that again?
 
I've decided to post this on the nexus without editing it too much. My heart is full of hope, my intentions are pure, and my mind is absolutely sober. Please be open-minded. I know it sounds crazy!
Try living it. I'm still so confused I don't know what to think.

Please reply with thoughts, critiques, and variant OBJECTIVE innuendo.
Much obliged

quite a dream it sounds like!

while we generally discourage talk about sellng drugs, i think it may be acceptable, since it was a dream?


anyway, it certainly sounds very tryptamine like to me, but im no expert.
others may be able to attempt to grasp at the meaning or tell you it, but really they can only potentially help you walk to the door of understanding it; you're the only one that will be able to walk through it.

hope this helps, and i hope you can learn from this dream.

Namaste

Thank you for reply. I appreciate the honesty, sincerely!

As I look at the document: the syntax, grammar, spelling, vocabulary, structure, meaning, and language used could all have been edited to produce a concise, eligible essay. I apologize for the derogatory slang and manner of some of my expressions. I meant no ill-will and I hope I will be forgiven the oversight.

This document tells the harsh reality of an experience unlike any other. Sometimes rough, shoddy, unedited, and illegitimate writing portrays desperation more than anything. This experience has all ready helped me in ways I could never describe

Thank you again!

sounds like...acetylcholine.
ACh is well documented for its role in REM sleep.

I think a lot of people take various substances, or do all sorts of different things, to get a glimpse of the experience you had in your dreams! It is transformative, it is profound, it is world shattering, it must be integrated.

The question is, what do you think DMT will give you that this dream hasn't already? I'm not saying don't try it. But if I were in your shoes, and I had that experience regardless of the circumstances, I would do my best to find meaning in it, to find peace with it, and to ask yourself: what does this say about who I am? What was that beautiful bird? Why was I with people I don't know that were unhappy?

Since you obviously have vivd dreams, perhaps you should look into lucid dreaming as well. You may be able to get good at it, and then not need DMT or anything else to see that bird again.

Just two cents, take them or leave them, and cheers.

Lol, the tone of this post reminds me of a fantasy adult novel. Hone it

I've smoked dmt in a dream or 2, and had dmt effects. Its weird to wake up, remember your dream, go thru it, remember you smoked dmt in your dream, and then actually remember the trip you had on dmt in your dream.

While I have had many dreams as you describe, I guess it may sound like dmt to a virgin spice inhaler

^ No offence by that at all

But I noticed dmt dreams tend to be more fluid... Patterns and idk

Perhaps it was, but to me the only part that stands out as dmt like is the woman bird transformation.

Dreams in themselves are almost always impossible in this reality, that is a good way to become lucid in a dream: realise that what you are currently experiencing is not right in your wakened reality and you awaken in the dream

Its all fascinating stuff...

Also, be prepared for some changes in the way you dream if you ever take the spice plunge, it changed for me greatly

Namaste


Thank you for your reply to this crazy and exciting experience. I have never before felt so strongly about the power of thought, the truth of higher consciousness, or the validity of the messages that are being transmitted by my ancestors and collective universal mind. My dreams since have been bland, and lack clarity, but are still important.

I have considered as many possibilities at interpretation and understanding as I can. I have formulated a basic meaning, but the acceptance of my inability to fully comprehend why I had the Dream MT is the meaning. It opened a gateway to a life of fulfillment, joy, security, and vibration with a wavelength that has existed for millenia.

The idea that maybe I don't need DMT to meet my ally is very insightful. It's been a really long time since I have read "The Teachings of Don Juan" but I am going to remedy that very soon. His guidance has helped me before, and I need to familiarize myself with his wisdom.

Fears of meeting other allies by the administration of hallucinogens scares me a little. Meeting the angel/bird could be a warning, an invitation, or both. I accept that without reluctance. Her guidance was so beautiful, and overwhelming I want and need to meet Her again. She could be saying that I don't need DMT to meet with Her, but She didn't reveal her true form until I had "broken through." I guess that's the term for it that is widely accepted by the masses. I just heard it on a Terence McKenna talk.

That She didn't transform until after I had truly opened my eyes to Her nature with the aid of DMT to me suggests I either need to consume it while awake, or allow myself the freedom and utmost patience to await Her arrival again. She will know the time is right. I have waited 31 years to meet Her, I may have to wait 50 years to meet Her again.

Lucid dreaming has always had a prominent position in my life. I have been having dreams where I make decisions and await the outcome. Some of those decisions created consequences unimaginable like death, incarceration, insatiable lust, friendships ending, etc. The feelings and emotions I feel while dreaming are so real and measurable that the disorientation I feel when I awake sometimes freak me out. I can't relay how inspiring they are.

I have had dreams within dreams, and awake in dream to a life where I go to work, visit relatives, go grocery shopping, walk the dog, and any other mundane task I can think of. Upon REALLY waking from these dreams, I either jump out of bed, or lay there and reconnect with my psyche because they felt, looked, tasted, smelled, sounded, and WERE so real. I physically leave the world. I'm convinced.

The taking of DMT displaces people to another world. I visit them without taking DMT. Maybe I am taking DMT. It exists in my mind whether I administer it consciously or it simply occurs as a byproduct of synapse. So whoever stated that taking DMT will only confound more puzzles and enigmas was absolutely accurate. To say the least.

Your two cents was received, and I hope this response leaves you feeling your two cents were spent wisely.

Best Regards

Namaste

Thank you for your response, I am not easily offended, but your sincerity compels me to reply in kind.

To begin, the humility I feel that I haven't administered DMT consciously is horrible. LOL
Why do you call it Spice, if I may ask? Spice in my neighborhood is a garbage cannibinoid that has been doused by any number of crazy substances. Hence it's quick escalation to the scheduled controlled substances list in the USA and elsewhere.

While I understand and accept the liquidity of my dream lacks clarity, messages come juxtaposed to people all the time. It is up to their own mastery of perception to siphon the garbage and sustain the true meaning.

My dream MT has been extracted by the tek of my agency, gained knowledge(as petty as it is thus far), and willingness to look for alterior analyses. I may never know the extent of what my ally was really showing me. I do think that sometimes we aren't meant to truly know. This leaves a lot of people feeling vulnerable, weak, and with a sour taste on their palates like spoiled milk. I don't drink milk, so I think I will be fine.

I have been very conscious of everything around me since I have had this dream. I am driving the speed limit, noticeable of people, places, and things more acutely, accepting of the unique blueprints people exhibit, and understanding of emotions like doubt, fear, regret, happiness, etc. The list is endless, as you know, I am sure. These gifts from the universe are celebratory enough from this dream, that asking for anything more would make me sound greedy.

That you have even administered DMT in waking life, whereas I have not makes me feel humbled. For that I thank you. As I was aware from being a poor kid in a rich school district, "Only the richest people are always the most humble," I am widely sensitive to any chance I can take to feel humbled by the amazing people around me, the world we all live in, and the awesomeness of the universe we should ALL be humbled by. The universe could smite us out of existence easier than we think. Take that as you will.

Best regards