Just a couple days ago, I had a really trippy thing happen to me, the likes of which I've only seen on high dose DMT!

I hadn't slept for well over 24 hours.

When I finally got the chance, I crawled into my bed, totally exhausted, and fell asleep almost instantly of course.

Maybe an hour later, I suddenly wake up, and for about half a minute, I find myself with a profoundly altered perception of reality! Humanity & life on earth are infinitely weird, and my own life seems so strange and magical that it cannot possibly be true! Am I really alive? No -- I can't be!! Somehow someone's fairy tale has actually sprung into existence!

Very similar to DMT astonishment, but minus the beauty and the artistry of alkaloid hyperspace, and more confusing.


Anyone ever have anything similar happen?

Sounds nice : )

I've had some similar experiences, although most are hard to english
I was up for well over 24 hours as well one time while studying for a philosophy exam
after the mental overload, i found myself unable to sleep all night while in a beshroomed like state. My mind was blowing itself; making all these astonishing connections (this tends to happen occasionally at night, but not anywhere near this level).. visuals, synesthesia, pupils were the size of saucers, and for a while there i could not for the life of me stop thinking in rhyme! it was really funny and profound, but sort of scary..like.. "am i going to be thinkin in rhyme all the time? till the end of time?..wait, oh great!&?^$#*&!" I hear this can happen to people during sleep dep

i've also had sleep paralysis many times which is basically where you wake up pretty much unable to move in the middle of the night and your reality is drastically altered. This is more similar to aya to me. One thing i find really interesting is how, after ingesting a substance in a dream and it kicks in, i've woken up with the effects still running for a few minutes. not sure how this works

This is all fine n dandy with me but i still have a better time while in the actual dreams. Since i started using psychedelics they just have been getting deeper and stranger

I had a dream where I thought I was tripping and wasn't. I was completely convinced that I had taken some drug I had never actually taken. I was woken up by a family member and just sat in bed for ten minutes before I could figure out what had happened. For the rest of the night I was in a sort of daze.

Just some open eye visualizations or a time when thinking and analyzing has led me to a shift in a paradigm of mine.

I have had a dream that manifested a full blown DMT breakthrough. In my dream I was brushing my teeth, and looked in the mirror when I finished. At that point I went into a full a full breakthrough state. I experienced all visual, mental, and physical sensations of a true DMT breakthrough. I think I felt pretty normal (albeit astounded and a bit scared) when I woke up.

I have had several dreams where I've taken LSD in my dream, and I wake up with actual LSD sensations going on. Mild, but very real.

Peace,
-idt

I remember three such occasions. All of them happened in a period of my life when I was intensively involved in psychedelic experimentation (but I was not under the influence when these happened).

The basic mechanism/story was the same in all three cases: it started with the alarming feeling of an emergence of the possibility that the border between the "I" and the "not-I" (the world) can dissolve and the two may become one, making "me" realize that "I" am dreaming this world with all its external manifestations; that the human beings "I" know and meet and all the situations "I" am participating in are in truth all part of a universal mandala which is an exteriorization of the dreamer's mind.

The first time this happened I was travelling on a train, and just as the emergence began, a quite dangerous-looking gypsy family got on the train. It is necessary to know the background to appreciate this: gypsies here in Hungary are handled in a quite racist way, they are looked down upon, essentially they are the stick in the white population's eye. On the other hand, they are very heart-oriented folks: they are much closer to the spiritual side of life than "straight" people. Their kind of spirituality however is mostly not of a conscious kind, they are more like automatons driven by God. They just follow their impulses, like honest human animals, and this makes them quite frightening in the eyes of the straight population (me included), because this may easily involve aggressive or otherwise quite challenging behavior and direct, living contact which the rest of the population had shielded itself from through the establishment of law and order.

Now this gypsy family was felt to be just a manifestation of my shadow side, the stick in my eye, I saw that there is "me" in one part of the train, and there is the shadow over there and my task is to somehow reconcile this psychological split in myself to become united. To give this feeling external support, one of the family members, a 25-looking guy was drunk and was covered with dark spiritual ink somewhat similar to that displayed in this other topic on the Nexus. The inner voice told me that this guy is a dark angel, and the gypsies (somewhat similarly with the jews and gays) were sent to Earth by God to be the sticks in the "I"'s eyes, thereby driving us towards the situation which I was approaching at that moment - the unification of the dark and light side of the dreamer's mind.

This mind process behave in the same way as it did on trips, namely there was a build-up quality, a series of relevations, which approached a sort of peak. Now here is the wild thing: when I got there to the peak, and got into the inner chamber where the making of this decision became a real possibility, a 14-yearish girl from the gypsy family stood up and slowly walked down to me with a mischevious smile on her face. She sat down in front of me and started to talk with me about trivial things like "could you tell me what's the time" and stuff. This was the point when I began trembling. I don't know if you know this kind of situation, but for me these have such an intensity which is incomprehensible for the rational mind. The possibility of this spiritual stuff being true - when it is not just on the level of words and ideas but approaches me in a real, earth-bound situation, while I can directly experience the internal process of which it is an outer manifestation - is so shocking, that I still am not really prepared to take this, after all these years of preparation. And that's what happened then, also. I gave back the chance, turned back from the door because I could not handle the fear. And with that, the girl stood up and went back to her escorts.

The second similar situation happened on a tram, this was also with a gypsy guy, who also appeared at the peak of an internal emergence process. He sat down in front of me - he could have sat anywhere because there were only the two of us on the entire tram. He asked for my mobile phone, saying that he wants to call somebody. From the internal experience of the situation, I deduced that his asking for my mobile phone is a test of my ability to let go, so I gave it to him. He called someone and talked with him for a minute, during which I was going through the inner struggle of "forgiving" him for being a dark angel and paying the price for the crimes the straight people committed against the unconditional love of God (this is very deep stuff, and deeply binds into the Christian archetype of Jesus dying for our sins). When the guy finished talking, he gave back my phone, looked at me and asked: "Do you believe in God?" - to which I answered: "Yes." "And which one?" to which I said: "Why, are there several ones?" to which he smiled and after a short pause said: "You are one of those who can clear up other people's sins, aren't you?" But he said this more like a thank you, with a sense of amazement, not in a matter-of-fact tone. Then he stood up and left the tram.

The third one happened on the same day as the first one (the meeting with the gypsy family). After getting into a total emotional turmoil on what just happened to me, I got off the train and went down to the underground. In the metro, I just stood and suddenly I noticed a beggar-looking homeless person standing at the other door. He was sort of unconscious, staring in front of himself in a drunken haze. What happened next was that I felt a pulsating ball of energy growing in my stomach and then I (or rather something that was working through me) pushed over this ball of light into the body of that homeless person. As I was witnessing this happening I again became totally wacko and left the metro trembling from what would happen next. Fortunately (or not?) God felt this would be enough. And I never had such incidents ever since.

Well, it seems quite common to have psychedelic experiences while dreaming. For a few months I often wind up in dreams in which I am given psychelics and the
"trips" are most of the time very intense although lacking in clarity.

Fascinating stories, guys! Keep 'em coming.


This reminds me of another interesting phenomenon. Up until recently, I've been on a several-month psychedelic hiatus. But it was during this period of psychedelic downtime that I began to see vivid DMT-like visuals behind closed eyes before falling asleep every night (specifically DMT-like, as in, distinguished from LSD-like visuals).

a few weeks ago, i took a sip of that famous 2 dollar red wine. instantly, i felt a huge wave come over me. massive body rushes, and i gasped. it felt like lsa or something. very intense for maybe 30 seconds. no joke this was one sip, needless to say, i did not go back for more.

I had a kind of mind-unfocus experience when i had little sleep before getting on a bus. I was sat there waiting for the bus and in my sleep deprived state i kind of stared into the air before me but something happened.
For whatever reason my mind / eyes took hold of the imagery before me in a new way or in some new angle or focus.
The physical sensation of 'Me' dissolved and the distinctions between the sidewalk and the sky evaporated.
It lasted maybe 30 seconds and i have only got partially close to replicating this.

It was the most psychedelic moment of my life achieved without substance use minus the sensations i get regularly when falling asleep.

Some years back, I took a trip by myself to Tanzania to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was me, a guide and three porters on the mountain for eight days (none of whom spoke English). I purposely chose the least traveled route and the gnarliest looking summit approach I could find, and aside from one day about halfway up (and then again during descent), I didn't encounter another soul apart from my little crew. I was looking for something transformative, I guess - a drug free trip down the rabbit hole. I got sick as a dog for a couple of days and the air got very thin.

Summit day began at 11:00pm and we got there right before dawn. I was sick and freezing and scared the whole time that I'd bitten off more than I could chew. All night long I could hear (but not see) big rocks tumbling down the breach from above, and I just tried to focus on every breath, and where to place my hands and feet. The moon was full and looked close enough to just reach up and take a bite out of, and the landscape was so completely foreign, that to me, it could have been Mars. I'd built this thing up in my mind beforehand into some kind of metaphysical odyssey, and in the moment I guess it all came together and became exactly that. The combination of sickness, thin air, fear and whatever else - all conspired to get me a'trippin' like I'd eaten a sheet of acid. In the moment it truly felt like I was experiencing a state of grace.

Anyway - hands down the most psychedelic sober night of my life. I had dreams about it afterwards, literally for years.

Runner up experience: Scuba diving at night in bio-phosphorescent rich waters, surrounded by big-assed sea creatures. If you go deep enough and turn off your light, you're suspended in absolute darkness. When you move your hands and feet around, it stirs up the bio-luminesence in the water and creates this trail of what looks like thousands of bright red sparks all around you.

It's just about as cool as it sounds - kind of like tripping in outer space.

^^This sounds absolutely amazing man. Post uni one of the first things I want to do is learn to scuba dive. And I'm a fan of bioluminescent life already...so combining these things sounds very special indeed. Awesome.

Oh and I've woken up during the night to find myself sober, but experiencing visions briefly. And I've had some amazingly immersive and very psychedelic dreams.

For me, the most 'psychedelic' drug-free experiences stem from sleep deprivation, marked fear and the magnificence of my surroundings.

Examples include working from 9am Monday morning till 3pm Wednesday with approx 2 hours broken sleep and no regular meals (but lots of coffee and nicotine) in a busy hospital seeing people really sick and a few deaths, compelled to answer the effing pager on my belt.Unpleasant to say the least.

Ive had a few fear-induced states of mind and the one that springs up straight away is being arrested by the Mehdi Army in Kerbala, Iraq in 2004.It turned out ok with no physical violence but when you are being asked at gunpoint 'Do you know Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi?' it is MOST unsettling.

Sunrise at Angkor Wat, Cambodia-magnificently mind-blowing!

Art is right about scuba diving- that too is magnificently psychedelic in the most sublime way.

In 2010, some weird occurences involving the number 23.

One of 'em:


I went to renew my driver license. I took the waiting ticket number 57 and went to sit down. I was wondering how I would pay my license and was checking my bank account on my cell phone and was worrying.

Then I hear a voice;

Unknown lady: Can I have your ticket?
Me: *looking up I say: uh no...well...no I need it

It was a brown haired woman of about 30 years old, she had a spark of light in her eyes.

Her: No I don't want it Im just joking
Me: Hehe
Her: Here, take my ticket

And she gives me the ticker number 23 !!! (I was like, what the 23 again!!!?!)

Me: Wow thanks. Thats funny your giving me that number because its kinda lucky for me, Im even in my lucky year (being 23 y.o. and born on the 23rd).

Then she smiles and look at me in the eye saying:

Her: How was your year ?
Me: Well everything happened, but I guess its my best year ever (in terms of spiritual learning).
Her: Im glad for you. Now I have to go, they can't help me here.
Me: Thank you so much, what's your name ?
Her: Rosie

I give her my name and she tells me good bye then walk off. At the same exact time, the number 23 is announced to go to the counter. I was totally baffled.

-This woman wasnt there when I walked in the place (and took ticket #57) but had the ticket #23 ?
-She offered it to me for apparantly no reason
-She wanted to know about my year
-She left saying they couldnt help her there (why was she there then ?)
-The number 23 was called 5 seconds after she left....

It felt like I was in a trip and meeting an entity lol.. I still have that ticket, its in my wallet...

I go through phases of having this intensley. A few weeks ago I awoke to see someones face looking right at me, just like a still image everytime I close my eyes.

Sometimes I get this when I'm drifting off to sleep and I think my eyes are still open when they're not and I have to open them to double check.

just remembered this:
last year, a quartet of Tuvan throat singers came through on a us tour. a friend got us tix, and i had no idea what to expect. I was COMPLETELY in AWE!!! the whole room was resonating with magical primal melodies that evoked visions and cev's. during one particular segment, i witnessed creation itself being poured forth. reindeer jumping out of the spring of life. i was glowing for days. absolutely stunning!!
they were called Alash.

I started having lots of weird sleep paralysis/OBE-like experiences when I was about 13 or 14, which was what kickstarted my whole interest in the occult/consciousness...

I've had some freaky things happen while sober, but during the general regular-dosing throes of Ayahuasca, and especially melatonin, so I'm not sure if those experiences count because I have ceremonies fairly regularly.