So, the I just had the strangest DMT trip of my life. This was my first time trying my enhanced mullien (50:50) out with my GVG. I put 140mg because I have a kinda high natural tolerance. I take one huge inhale, hold, exhale, and suddenly get a jolt throughout my spine, going up to the top of my head. I immediately laid back and put down the pipe. I remember laying on my bed waiting for something to happen, and I remember thinking to myself all I was going to get was this shitty headache and no breakthrough, because it felt like forever without anything really happening.

Next thing I know I get these horrible mouth sensations. It felt kinda like insects were crawling out of my mouth, or the sensation of moving things that kinda sting in my mouth and on my tonge. I also had a really horrible taste in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was hearing voices telling me to vomit, or at least suggesting the idea of vomiting. They were also projected in the visuals, as I looked at my posters (I have a lot in my room) they were all somehow animated with a vomiting theme, I guess you could say. I even saw like arrows pointing towards my door as an indication I should probably get up and puke. Aside from the extremely weird mouth sensations going on, I decided to stick tight because this was too good, and I probably was in no shape to be moving anywhere.

Here's where it gets weird. When the room stopped being a hellish rollercoaster ride trying to get me to puke, everything seemed mostly normal again. I remember looking at my hands, something I usually do on the comedown of my trips. I find my own hands to be usually very fascinating while on DMT. They were very sweaty, almost soaked in sweat. They were definitely human, but did not look like my hands at all. I had really nice music playing, and I remember seeing my hands dancing to the music. It was like they were possessed by someone or something else. I simply watched my own two hands dancing gracefully in complete synchronization to the music. It was like watching two doves flying around elegantly. It really felt like something magical was happening. I simply observed and put what felt to me like absolutely no effort into it. It was completely surreal, and it was happening in my own bedroom. They did this for what felt like a few minutes at least, and it was all perfectly synchronized all the way up to the end of the song. The song ended very abruptly and I remember being completely in awe after it all. I can't emphasize the magical feeling of the whole thing enough, mostly because it happened in my own room. Something happened.

Here's the really fucked up part. I laid there for a while, thinking about what the hell just happened. I remember turning to my laptop in hopes of typing what I had just witnessed, but I realized I was far too high to do that. Then, all of a sudden, I fell into a different state of being. It was like I awoke from a dream, and the song that I had put on originally was still playing, and only a few minutes in. Before I "woke up" the song that was currently playing had finished, and the next one was playing. At this point, my thoughts go straight into "Oh god what the fuck" type of thoughts. I remember being convinced that I broke the time space continuum somehow. Next thing I know I go into bad trip mode. It feels like my mind is being bashed in by negative energy, or bad vibes, or something. I can't think straight, this lasts for a few minutes. As it starts to subside I turn to my laptop and begin writing down in a garbled mess what just happened.

I still don't know what happened. Seeing my room come alive like that is something brand new to me, and my magical dancing hands with a mind of their own kinda fucked with me. What's really fucking with me is the fact that it felt like I traveled in time, or something. I remember taking the hit, putting down the pipe, having the trip, and then waking up from all of it feeling like everything was just a dream.

I'm not really sure what to make of this. I do know that DMT fucks with how time works (another one of my weird trips was when I saw reality going in fast forward at a very noticeable rate. Either way, I'm still extremely confused. It's tempting to do it again, but I'm not sure if experiencing what feels like time travel through drugs is the best thing for my sanity.

well if you don't feel its not for you than you shouldn't do it i mean it depends what you are looking for answers or just some high im not saying that these may be your intentions but i feel if you are really trying to breakthrough then i would say do some reading up on it when you do decide to try again go in with good intentions not assuming that you haven't but i thought id just give my idea i enjoyed the read btw to me it seems as if you were not fully prepared to say or maybe you were partially hesitant therefore create negative thoughts before your journey.

I had an experience with changa last night that rocked my world. I took two nice rips off of my pipe and I entered this void. Nothing happened during my trip, but I had a sense that many years had passed. As I came to I was so shocked to be in this world again after being gone so long. It was very surreal. It took me at least a half hour to pull it together. Easily the most shocking event that's happened in my history.

The last i smoked changa i was onlsd and time just wen´t crazy, the 5mins i was gone felt like hours and i panicked preety hard... i was so glad i got back when i did but stupid as i am i wen for another ride

I've had the craziest time warp/dejavu experiences on N0s haha shoooooeee ! But all it showed me was the individual fractal nature of "my" existance, I couldn't break through the interface to more than "my incarnation here", i'd just pop back somewhere else in my memories and now and who knows when in a back forth dejavu feedback loop. My mind would get bent till I'd remember it happening before.. When things get wierd like that, its like, put down the balloon...or pipe (wft is a GVG ?haha sorry) in your case till you're grounded again. Just integrate things for a while until you're settled as to what the experiences mean to you. Time is only one step past the physical, DMT opens U up to many more than 4 dimensions, get centred first. Open your mind. Let go. Dive back once you're ready and see what you're learned...

It sounds like that Kansas city shuffle spooked you causing the fear.
I wouldn't worry about it. DMT does the most bizarre things that can never really be described in text.

For example one might live an entire life in a photo realistic alternate world where every biological thing is vastly different to earth, only to re awake in your old body. Leaving the person journeying feeling displaced by a lifetime!

Its quite something.

Was there any conclusions about the experience later on?

I've had some thoughts, but no real conclusions. I have a few dozen breakthroughs under my belt, and this is without a doubt by far the most mindfucking, bizzare, and physical trip I've ever had. I really can't make anything conclusive out of it.

Something about my possessed dancing hands made me think something about my own divine nature, or something.

Regarding the whole room telling me to vomit, which I think definitely has something to do with my own thoughts. I had vomited once before (while drunk, stupid idea, will not repeat), and on my recent trips I have found that vaped spice had been making me kinda nauseous, which led me to making changa, which is definitely the way to go for me. Anyways, the thought of puking crossed my mind before going into the trip, but I really didn't think much of it.

As far as the whole time warp thing, that's having me thinking crazy thoughts. It could have all just been a DMT induced dream, but during the trip I had felt like I was in my room the whole time. I mean, it was my room, but alive, but most definitely my room, or a perfect recreation. Second, the mouth sensations were all very real. It makes it hard for me to believe that I was in a DMT "dream".

Concerning my magical, possessed, dancing hands, all I can say is that I wasn't in control of them, someone or something else was. I was merely observing them, moving gracefully (I tried recreating this myself afterwards and failed miserably).

Anyways, my current best theory is that my consciousness split off into another parallel dimension, and that I somehow was able to experience this dimension for a few minutes longer than I gone for in mine. It seems to make the most sense to me, which is exactly why I've come to believe that there's really no point in trying to make sense of my DMT trips.