I trusted my microgram scale and loaded up what it said was 60mg of spice into my GVG. It looked more like 100mg, but I thought to trust the instrument rather than the eye. I had had a misfire earlier in the day, and had possibly been overindulging for about 3 days after a break of several months. I blasted off on the third hit and put the pipe down. Nothing unusual-mischievous imps teasing me.... When I began to come down, I entered the phase that I truly love, when everything appears peaceful and shimmering, connected by a web like structure. I decided to have another hit on the pipe, my reasoning being that if there was any left, it would prolong the beautiful comedown.
It was then that I encountered a furious red demon with several arms who conveyed to me that his world was not some fucking playground for me to explore and that he couldn't fuck with my body but he could with my mind, and I would understand that it was the same thing. He tied me up in green tubes that came out from my body, I was not separate from them.
At this point I just thought- nightmare bad trip, it will pass, it isn't real, wake up. Then I woke up into into the normal-ish surroundings of my living room, but I was still tied up with the green tubes that I could see and feel. Everything in my brain-my whole being was certain it was actually happening. Of course I knew that was impossible, yet there the tubes were, and they would not go away. I thought that I had gone mad or suffered some kind of brain damage and that I would have to go to a lunatic asylum, and I was left on my hands and knees apologising out loud to the demon, and begging it for mercy. Luckily my wife had gone to bed! It was the single most terrifying experience of my life.
Gradually the tubes began to subside and eventually disappeared and everything returned to normal, much to my relief, and 3 days later I am absolutely fine, though still a little shaken and upset. I am not going back in anytime soon, but I have been asking my self - what the fuck happened?
The only way that I can explain that the tubes that bound me were not actually there (because they were) is to believe that nothing is actually here, and everything we perceive is no more that a product of our own minds, and the reason we all perceive something similar, whether on a journey or not, is because we are all essentially the same person. As Sherlock Holmes said to Doctor Watson-these are 'deep waters' but the Hindu Mystics and Quantum Physicists appear to be saying something similar. It is the only explanation that allows me to take comfort from what happened, not to worry, and to move on. Any comments would be most welcome.

Hi,
60mg vaping is a lot, I'm not surprised it leads to deep waters.
Seems you are level headed in dealing with the experience.

It keeps me wondering that we really make up our world as a best guess, a guess that tries to marry all the input data coming of the senses and respecting previous experiences.
Flabbergasted!
Deems making a stiff stir to flabber it even more gasted

Thank you. I want them to like me not try to destroy me! 😁

This sounds like A Nightmare on Elm Street with a hyperspace geometry twist. It's creepy the way DMT produces those static realer than real hallucinations.
The way I reconcile it is to acknowledge that the brain is essentially building our entire existence from a relatively small set of perceptions. If it can generate our world, then given the right chemical keys, it seems only reasonable that it could generate any world it wants. You could perhaps look at it as the subconscious directly communicating with us in order to influence our behavior. Our "hidden brain" piercing itself through the veil into conscious awareness and flexing on us to get what it wants. But who knows, that's just what I tell myself and it changes weekly.

I’ve heard it mentioned that dmt space and dreams could be linked somehow. I don’t have much experience with the dmt, I wouldn’t say I have it figured out but back when I was a boozing man, during detox I would get inception type dreams where I would bet my last penny I was awake, and then something off would happen and it was lucid dreaming time, usually very unpleasant dreams. One night I woke up 3 times before waking up back “here”. Maybe there’s some sort of similar mechanism being flipped.

Reading it though I got the slight flashback feel of when a salvia trip would “break reality” and things that just can’t happen happened. You saying that those tubes couldn’t possibly be there yet there they were is how it would work. With the salvia I would get some sort of “behind the scenes” look into the nature of reality and the people or beings behind what makes it work, really strange feeling.

Maybe with the way you cycled your hits you knocked the rhythm of the waves in the pool off beat a little and made them splash.

The nature of reality. I know we’re not supposed to venture off into religion and namely Christianity, it’s gotten a bit of a bad name in the mainstream but there’s a verse where Jesus had been captured I believe and He says:

Matt 26:53 - Or do you think that I cannot now pray to My Father, and He will provide Me with more than twelve legions of angels?

After seeing those instances of “reality breaking” it leaves me wondering how certain am I that things are how they appear and that this isn’t just a set on a stage? What technically is impossible? Things feel one way, but how sure am I that they aren’t something completely different? The “cosmic joke” you know? I’m here taking myself really serious, playing my role and meanwhile everyone and everything can see right through the nonsense and see me for who I really am when I think I’m alone..

I got the impression that whatever entity you encountered was upset with you. As long as it's talking and you're unable to simply dismiss it, you could ask it for more explanation. That's even something you could meditate on - to settle your thinking mind and still have that experience in the background along with a question. And then wait and see if any further insight comes from that.

Oh oh.

I already laughed here a lot.

When I read it or someone tells me, "I hope you know it’s not real", I just have a resigned face, and I say, "If I thought it wasn’t real, why on Earth would I want to see it?"

It’s more than a joke, and it’s far from saying "I’m so though" or something like that.

I was scared a few times.

It’s just:

* The "it’s not real" doesn’t help
* If it helped, it would also harm or destroy all the great things I saw

If the demon wasn’t real, why would anything else be real? But I want them to be real. So, all if it must be real. There is no third option.

What might work better are:

* Sending them away
* Reminding yourself that you and the DMT (mushroom) are in the same team, and ask DMT to make it disappear
* Remind yourself you are protected even if it was real

I would add "Get a new scale", for fun, but the truth is, I did almost the same you did.

I believe it was my subconscious desire to overdose myself because I was scared to do it consciously.

Look into yourself, look into your heart, and tell me, you didn’t know it in advance it would be too much.

See?

You wanted to see it.

Thank you. That is interesting. I am uncertain that my subconscious or conscious self wants me to either see a demon or to stop vaping spice. Something happened for some reason. It might be becoming clearer to me that it is simply a matter of moderating the dose with an accurate scale! I don't really want to give up on the beauty, wherever it comes from! Terrence McKenna once said 'it's a young man's game' and I'm getting on a bit...

Thanks. Very insightful. Good point about the rhythm of the waves. I now just think less would have been more and the message is:maximum respect don't take the piss!
As for Jesus, I love Jesus but forgot all about him as well as my own divinity in that moment! It is a mystery, and I tried to hustle it. Bad idea. I hink its becoming clearer. Wouldn't mind trying 5meo actually😂

Yes. I think I need one of those expensive ones!

Thanks. That has to worth a try. Having said that, I am going to be much more careful about dosage and frequency.

You are right. It was my logical and flawed mind that said: small amount good, so more must be better, even though I knew. I will return, I am not enormously proud or ashamed of how much I love this 'secret garden' but love it I do, and for someone who has always had trouble knowing what they wanted, that in itself is a reassurance. Thank you for the advice and insight.