What was the worst situation you've been in? Not counting the trip itself.

I.e. terrible surroundings, loud people, cops (idk maybe)?, injuries, etc.

Rushed state of mind is the worst for me.

You mentioned others talking, this can be distracting and if your hearing is still with you it can take away from the fullness of the experience. I also dislike others watching as a part of my mind remembers they are gazing.

I take time to ensure a good setting before blasting off most times, but I'll experiment now and then with small changes. Due to that I haven't been in any terrible settings when I've blasted off.

Having your audio interrupted with a commercial or news is kind of a bummer, but a unique perspective.

If bad situations are present I normally don't make it to breakthrough. Worst DMT trips however...

1. Back when I was very naive about psychedelics and had discovered DMT for the first time (my first real psychedelic experience in general) I wanted to do it allllll the time. This new world was so fascinating to me and I wanted to keep exploring. Well I didn't get very far in my exploration... I was visiting my parents for the weekend. They were in bed and my sister was in the basement with a friend (where I had smoked DMT the night before). So I figured "Hey I could just go smoke it in my bathroom. My parents will never recognize the smell." I should probably say, I got caught vaping pot in the same bathroom in high school so I don't know what made me think that was a good idea. This was my 3rd time with the deems and as you can expect it wasn't the most pleasant trip. The walls were closing in on me, my head was racing, etc. I felt a little off for the next 12 hours or so. And somehow that didn't stop me from contemplating doing it again on the back porch and hoping they wouldn't come back

2. I'd like to pretend I learned my lesson... But since then there was a day where I was headed to florida and had an extra thirty minutes to kill before leaving to the airport. "Oh I've got time to do some DMT!" BAD IDEA. I would lay there for 4 seconds, think it's been an eternity, attempt to get up and rush to get ready, stumble around and flop back on to my bed. This happened repeatedly. Halfway through my dumb intoxicated mind said "maybe you'll enjoy more DMT." And I did. And it just prolonged this misery.

Though those decisions were incredibly poor on my part they have helped build my respect for the substance. I don't regret any of them, but I surely won't be repeating them.

Throwing up , not a fun feeling having your body tethered into normal reality trying to find a good place to vomit while simultaneously having your mind losing perception of that reality.

I always have this terrifying feeling that someone, especially a stranger I suppose, is going to walk up on me and ask me what the hell I am doing and I won't be able to answer them, but just sit there comatosed. Of course they would think that something is seriously wrong with me because they wouldn't know where I was. That is what makes me terrified about doing it outdoors.

nothing too crazy has happened to me but skid750's chainsaw loving neighbor comes to mind: https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=33136

winner is here: https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=17260

County jail on a whole lot of DOB(4-5mg about), worst vibes in the world.

Smells of the jail, people screaming, guards arguing with inmates, weird and absurd conversations inmates were having, people crying, dealing with drunks, talking to guards all made for a damn near hellish experience, but I never really lost my cool. The experience was so intense I had no choice but to be lost in the visuals and constant surreal-ness of it all. I was very cordial with everyone and kept to myself for the most part. I just laid down in the cells during the booking process, having an out of body experience while in jail was ineffable and damn near brinking the edge of insanity. Ended up getting a ticket cited to me after the booking process and was released, without shoes, or socks, no phone, and no ride home. Walked about 10 miles home in 100 degree whether, and my feet were bleeding and blistered from the heat of the pavement. Not the happiest time in my life.

1st mushroom trip: Friend dosed me up heavily (about 8-9 fieldies) then left. Somehow convinced myself that if I moved off the carpet I would die.

1st LSD trip: dosed and was forced to go home due to unforeseen circumstances. the toilet in the master bathroom had broken and overflowed (and it was 20 degrees outside) so I either had to sit in a dark house that smelled of human waste or sit outside where it was freezing.

3rd DMT trip: Had a very uncomfortable sub-breakthrough with my mind assaulting me with all my faults as soon as the trees outside began to fractalize. 10 long minutes of my subconscious drilling me. Very useful trip, but very painful as well.

Cars passing by when i smoke outside.

My cat came in the room and laid on the bed while I was getting ready. I was about to let him out but he seemed as though he wanted to be in there with me. So I let him be. I turned off the lights, closed the door, dosed and laid down next to him. He just lay there quietly not moving while I catapulted into geometric patterns. Then my roommate came home. Early. Came inside the house, work boots colliding with the ground like sledge hammers. my cat decided he wanted to know who was now home so he jumped off the bed and started scratching at the door tryijg to get it open. I couldn't handle it so I got up and let him out, laid back down and tried to salvage what was left of my trip.

Not that bad, definitely nothing compared to my gf's. I dosed her, turned off the lights, and sat close by patiently waiting for her return. About two minutes later two strays went under our house and started fighting. I think they were directly underneath the room we were in. I can't imagine entering DMT land then all of a sudden hearing two cats screaming loudly for a couple minutes straight.

This was by far the most traumatic experience I've had while tripping. A few summer's ago I was with a friend at his house while some friends were going to trip at mine with my roomates. They had made tea with the best lab shrooms we had ever gotten our hands on. They drank said tea, not expecting us to come. We called them and said we were coming and they told us there was none left, so not wanting to hang out with a bunch of people tripping balls sober, we each ingested some yellow lion tabs we had from previously. We arrived at the house, only to be offered the shrooms they had made tea with, post tea obviously, and nice and red since they had used the kool-aid method. We gobbled these down split in two, and about an hour later we were needless to say pretty messed up. After a while the tabs wore off, and we were still tripping pretty hard. Some friends departed, and it was the other roller and I along with one other friend. Shortly after the others departed, my friend started to freak out and get really down, he called his dad to come get him saying he needed help. This freaked the other guy and I out pretty badly. While waiting with him for his dad outside, my mom called me, hysterically crying. My uncle, her brother, had just lost his battle with lung cancer. I had to console my mom for over an hour and a half, while dealing with my own grief, while tripping pretty intensely still, and while I was on the phone my friends dad showed up and started screaming at him for being irresponsible. All in all, after I got off the phone with my mom(who never figured out I was tripping), I was beyond rattled, and could have been called a huge cluster of emotions. It was pretty rough.

could be worse, you could get kicked in the nuts just before breaking through into hyperspace.

hearing my friend clear his throat full of wet gollies and then thinking i heard him and my other friend worryingly asking why i'd been in the trip for such an unusually long time. at this point i started convincing myself i was stuck and that i had taken it too far. i was profoundly aware of my body, but also deeper than i've ever been, and this scared me even more so, that i would be left conscious in this realm, but unable to see anything but hyperspace for the rest of my life.

This wasn't a breakthrough experience, but the first time I smoked DMT I didn't breakthrough and I still haven't smoked it since, although I am considering it.

I cut the bottom of a 1.25L Coke bottle and covered up the whole I had made with foil. I taped up the sides of the foil to the bottle to make sure it would be air tight.

I dropped around 30mg of an orange waxy DMT into the bottle onto the foil. I vaporized it for a few minutes with the cap on until smoke started to fill the whole bottle. I unscrewed the cap and took one deep inhale with my lips barely touching the lid.

My tongue was instantly coated with a burning chemical taste, and then all of a sudden after no longer than holding the harsh tasting smoke in for 10 seconds I started to notice my perception change.

I took one more inhale from the bottle and all of a sudden I knew that if I were to inhale any more I was in for something big. I freaked out and threw the bottle with the DMT away from the porch I was sitting on and started frantically smoking a joint.

Everything was different but exactly the same. It felt familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. I remember looking at my hands and thinking how different they look, but I couldn't actually figure out what was different about them.

After 15 minutes of pacing around my bedroom I was starting to feel the effects wearing off. 45 minutes later and I was back to baseline.

Met some hippy's from Maryland not too long ago, I ended up eating 3 hits of lsd and decided it would be perfect to vape. As I was in hyperspace eating gushes of color, two of these people started talking about extra terrestrials and all that jazz, I was took back a little bit thinking to myself "don't they know I'm in hyperspace?"
Considering they where very experienced with DMT. Not only did this happen but one of them claimed he was an e.t., trying to convince me he was a annunaki. I politely stated after this madness that I must retire to sleep without putting too much thought into the catastrophe of a situation. Without the acid I might of confronted him, however I could care less, even if it had some truth LOL. The best part of it all though is when he told me to smoke DMT whenever I want, stating "Smoke DMT whenever you want to, Its good for you, keep at it" OOO BOY...

I have a funny story but it didn't happen to me but a good friend of mine...

Me and my band were on tour around the country and decided to take a campervan instead of the usual dingy van and do it in comfort for once. Was a jolly old tour and and mid tour some fans of the band even gifted us with some orange waxy DMT plus some changa also. After one particularly fun show in the city we retired to the campervan and parked in a quiet suburb street. We all have a couple celebratory beers and get happily stoned when someone has the bright idea to break out the spice...

I decide not to partake, the setting was not to my liking but a few of the others partake. The pipe comes round to my good friend and most experienced head of the group, we stay silent for his journey to come and he smoothly takes in a good pipeful and his body relaxes into it while his spirit soars towards the ineffable. Just after he relaxes into it the drummer turns to me and says he needs to go urinate. He is wedged in between me on the window and my cosmos traveling buddy on the end of the booth style seat. He'd have to move my pal that is not quite there in spirit so I quietly tell him to just wait and be quiet...

Well, he proceeds to grab my hyperspace'd friend and give him a shake and to tell him to move so he can go to the toilet and even grabs and pushes his legs to move them to the side to make room to get past! My friend is roused and understandably and massively confused about the situation. As he comes to, he asks us what happened to which we explain the situation. The drummer enters back into the confines of the van and proceeds to get chewed out for a full 10 minutes for his indiscretion by my still baffled pal, much to our entertainment and amusement.

To this day the drummer still doesn't understand that he did anything wrong, though I have tried to explain to him the seriousness of the inner journey and how he completely interrupted that, a cardinal no-no if you will but he still doesn't quite understand. He isn't much of a psychedelic kinda guy so I guess it makes sense that he doesn't get it.

I once had taken ayahuasca. It wasn´t a mega breakthrough dose, but i was definately tripping hard. Suddenly i heard some weird noises coming from the house of one of my neighbours, and i thought there where burglers trying to break in to his house. So i called the police. When they arrived, i showed them where the noise was coming from (i was still tripping very hard at that time). And it turned out to be just acorns falling from a tree onto the roof of his shed. i never felt so stupid

I once inhaled a breakthrough dose on a lot of LSD and other substances then fell backwards down a set of concrete stairs mid-breakthrough and thought I must of have broken my neck, or skull

I wrote a report of that experience actually, https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=29236 if you like

It was actually extremely terrifying, as I experienced psychological hyperspacial death, I believed I was also experiencing actual death at the same time.

one night a friend of mine who had never tripped before wanted to trip for his first time, so i found some REALLY good tabs. like, xeceptionally good tabs. these happened to be some of the best i ever had to that date and both of us took 3 hits and drove to my friend's house. when we got to my friend's house we made mushroom cappucino and had a little over a half-eighth a person.

in retrospect this was a gross error, the trip was very very intense. the visuals at some points were so vivid that i couldn't see in front of me and fell over.

the bad part comes when my friend who was tripping for his first time, who had never met my other friends before, begins ranting absolute nonsense and saying things that were offputting and very strange. he would talk about he was god, and at some points start frantically yelling. we pleaded with him to stop whatever it was he was doing because we were all tripping VERY hard, but he never stopped. i was extremely embarrassed because i brought this new friend over and he starts raving like a schizophrenic. i finally told him to shut up very rudely and loudly and he did for a bit, and i gave up and went and laid down upstairs. i slept for 8 hours, come downstairs to realize my friend had kept everyone up all night ranting at them about nonsense, just repeating himself and chasing himself in circles. i was so embaarrassed, i quickly found an excuse to take him and leave, and did very shortly after.

it turns out the drugs i gave my friend activated some sort of latent schizophrenia, after that night he broke in to one of my friend's house, watched him sleep, and ran away when he woke up and saw him, leaving him a yugioh card. he also banged on his windows and walls, and talked about nonsense. he had to spend time in a psych ward after some more weird shit he did, and now he's medicated and we don't really talk anymore/.

very confusing experience, very weird