I wanted to update this, even though this is no place for reviews. Yesterdays trip was pretty intense.
I had only done some changa before, like 100mg, I had some mild visuals for DMT, no chance of breakthrough at all.
A friend came over at around 23:00, we loaded the oil pipe, btw we hadn't got access to a mg scale, so we pretty much loaded with what we thought was enough for a breakthrough, and we tried to heat it desperately. It wasn't really working out, I kept thinking that it wasn't gonna hit me. We were pretty upset too about the purity (I'm sure this affected in some way our trips, in a negative way ofc, because we were already thinking beforhand that it was gonna be contaminated or whatever).
We waited some mins and nothing was happening (we are really bad at oil pipes, only done it with 5-meo-mipt and it pretty much sucked too).
So I started feeling like this super mild trip, everything was a bit distorted, nothing more.
I pick up the bong, even though I didn't want to burn it, we didn't wanted to waste it in the oil pipe neither so I loaded it in a weed sandwich.
We smoked it and felt nothing (at least that's what I though).
I was starting to think some weird stuff and my friend loaded another one. I have no idea what the doses were but they were pretty good dosages imo.
So he hitted it this time and when he couldn't keep going he passed me the bong and I finished it. I hold it for roughly 15 sec and when I couldn't hold it anymore I released it. As soon as I saw the big smoke cloud I knew I had smoked too much. Looked at my friend, this weird feeling of DMT starting to kick was quickly surrounding me, rushing through my body, he was feeling the same.
I looked at him, he started to melt in front of me, the window of my bedroom was open so I sit up and went to close it, but everything was in slow-motion. Looked at my two hands, one on top of the other, I couldn't count my fingers, like if they were infinite.
At this moment I unwittingly started to lay down really slow in my bed. My friend was talking to me, are you okay? Hey, come back. I could hear him, but not answer, my body didn't answer me neither, I knew that I had to let me get carried away by the drug but this feeling was too overwhelming so I started to somewhat panic.
I've always though I could control myself under the influence of almost everything but this was taking over me, I couldn't chill.
I saw myself in 3rd person, through my skin I saw my brain, melting, it was beautiful, it was shinning in a lot of colours, and started dripping through my bones.
Then I was gone, tbh the time I was gone was like 10 minutes, but it literally felt like years. I'm glad I can finally understand this feelings now that I've tried it.
Here starts somewhat of a "bad trip", my friend told me during all this time I was like laying down, looking at nothing, not answering. Btw, he tripped too, but some minutes earlier so he came back before me. I remember looking at him, him calling my name, but I was like watching him from my inside, I couldn't answer.
Anyways, after the "breakthrough", I found myself in this reality where the same day would repeat without stop, it was like a film I watched someday, like a nightmare. I forgot who I was, I forgot everyone, every name, every person I loved, I was panicking as this wasn't ending. Everything was buzzing, my friend was glowing and shinning in 1000 colours and shapes, everything was my room. I stopped thinking we were in a house, in a flat. In this moment I was like floating in nothing, watching all this stuff, feeling like a god, I felt like I could control time. I talked with "them".
Still, when I tried to come back to reality, to end this, I couldn't, this is probably what fucked my trip in some way

I kept saying at myself, my brain is broken, I'm having an overdose, what if I never come back, if I never remember stuff? I started liking it, I liked this feeling of being connected with everything, of knowing nothing but knowing everything at the same time. This feeling that nothing is gonna be the same, that a lot of people will never understand this stuff.
And then I died. It felt like if I was in the hospital and someone revived me with a pair of defibrilators. I came back to my room, with my friend. At this point everything was still weird and we started talking about it. My room was still like moving and everything felt like 3D, I could feel my face melting when I touched it and my hair felt like spaghettis. We started walking around the house, ate something, drank some water. We were pretty stable at this moment but I still couldn't do like normal stuff like 2 + 2 straight. I couldn't remember where the door of my flat was...
We were scared because this state of semi consciousness lasted a lot! The whole trip wasn't 5- 20 mins like stated in Erowid. It was more than 1 hour.
It was a pretty intense experience.
I'm looking forward to repeat it, but I need some time, or a lot of time to think about it before. I even don't want to smoke weed this morning, and I do it everyday!
Wow, DMT is indeed, the spiritual molecule.