Hey folks!

First time posting here long time lurking.

So as the tag says. This is about my last little voyage into hyperspace that turned very south. I have a fair whack of experience with DMT to various degrees of good and bad. But this one was something else.

Was in my bedroom with my trust pooch trip sitting me as he always does. Loaded up 50mg into my PotPax and took my first big lung hit. Got a bit of a body load but 0 visuals which was unusual. Took a second hit and there we go, started seeing the colours and geometry. Got my breathing in line and plunged into the third hit.

Boom, into hyperspace bypassing the tunnel and was floating across a dark landscape filled with colossal platonic solids slowly shifting through the 5 phases. Closed eye trip came to an end and I was back in my bed with everything looking a little trippy.

I lean over, grab my device and try taking another hit, usually the amount I loaded is good for around 5ish hits.

I take a big lung hit, but something immediately feels wrong. I shrug it off. Hold it in and lie down on my side wrapped up in my duvet. I close my eyes and release my breath. My visual immediately turns silver and rushes up to me. Then BANG, the hyperslap begins.

Out of nowhere this small alien is right in front of my face, looking very much like a Grey. Everything goes quiet and it starts forcefully beaming knowledge into my head at a painful rate.

I recoil in mental pain which forces my eyes open. God help me, I'm in my room. But the grey is still there standing next to my bed. It mentally screams at me "What is the answer to the question".

I'm terrified and confused, I try to convey I dont know what the question even is to answer it. This just appears to piss it off and it shouts louder as more appear. Then my room and all reality around me begins to shatter, I'm now stuck in this weird "between" place, that is the empty space between dimensions it feels.

At this point I'm a terrified panicked mess. They keep shouting and I'm rolling about struggling to grasp with any sense of sanity in mental torment feeling like I've broken the entire universe and this is it now, I'm trapped here. This went on for what feels like forever.

Then I notice my dog next to me completely relaxed cleaning his paws as he is prone to doing. I roll over to him calling out for him to help me. I run my hands down hos fur with a mantra to myself thinking "if hes fine, the universe must be ok, it's just me that's broken forever".

By this point the greys are gone, I try closing my eyes because seeing my dog with infinate legs and 5 heads was a bit much. This didnt help. I could still see the exact same thing except now I was seeing it in infinate reflections at the same time.

At this point I get a feeling that I've caught the attention of a god level being, that's relises I've fucked up and starts trying to fix the universe and my slot in it. I slowly start coming back to my senses and the trip gradually fades off as I lay there a shaken mess clinging onto my dog running my hands through his fur

This all happened about 3 weeks ago or so, have been terrified to dip my toes back into hyperspace since.

Any of you hardened vets got any insights into this.

So background on the day. Decided to do the trip because I had time to kill while I was waiting for my extraction to cook and house was empty. No other drugs were taken that day other than a coffee a few hours before and a cig almost directly before.

Thanks for reading my little essay. Apologies for typos, done on my crappy phone and fat thumbs.

It can be quite weird when the visuals trickle over to open eyes! I had a much milder version, where I saw a jester, and then with open eyes he was sitting in the corner on the ceiling of my room. Just watching me. No communication, but a weird uneasy feeling of being watched. Definitely gave me some things to think about.

Yeah I've had bleed over before with gnomes or some such running around my room. Bit unsettling but wasnt too bad. This was on another level, once the panic set in it was game over. I've had challenging trips before and managed to hold myself together and ride it out. This one though, still gives me a shudder.

Sorry to hear about your bruising but hey this is a sport.

Was there a distinct difference in set and setting than before?
As an example my own worst one could have been fueled by factor of sleep shortage.

Breaking the universe & trapped forever, those are serious recurring themes and none of them weren't true afterwards. I find it most intriguing that multiple people come to near identical themes in there.

Same room as ever in my bedroom, think the trigger was going into it a bit arrogant, thinking I could handle anything it throws at me due to the amount I've done and the odd challenging trip I've had. Everything else was normal, no new stresses or triggers on it. Plenty of sleep. Average mood.

Think it was more of a slap to my ego over it. Going in thinking I'll be perfectly fine and it cant touch me, then pops me in the jaw and taught a lesson.

I had a small low yield vape today through some ejuice, was very pleasant and has sparked my courage into dabbling a little more. May do so later this week if I can summon some courage, will sort out a trip sitter with my buddy next time just in case.

Amazing the difference having someone just tell you your tripping and will be fine can do. Been a sitter many times, rarely use one my self to my own detriment.

TY for the reply.