This trip happened about 18 or so months ago but I never felt like posting about it because it shook me on the deepest level imaginable. I possibly created a bad set and setting for myself. It was around the 20-30th time I've used DMT. At the time I was tapering buprenorphine/nalaxone or I was completely off w/ PAWS, can't remember.
So, when this life changing trip happened I was drinking and was drunk, and was coming down off some weak, shitty MDMA...I actually don't know for sure what it was because it didn't feel exactly like MDMA, could of been MDA, methylone, not really sure. It was before the Silk Road days for me.
So, after I launched things got really weird and fast. Didn't have the usual fractal visuals and everything was just eerie looking...like murky, crisp, and darkish hues. Felt like I was looking at life through a different plane of existence. I can barely remember, but I grabbed a stethoscope after launching and listened to my panicky heart beat and counted down from 10, thinking that that's when I will be dead, and sure enough I think my heart skipped a beat at 0 and I instantly freaked out and threw the stethoscope down to the ground thinking that I heard my heart stop and had a full blown panic attack and basically just thought I died and I was pacing frantically around my house thinking I'm dead. No one was upstairs or home at the time and everything just looked so eerie and dark and creepy. I smoked like 2 big hits and after the second one something didn't feel right and I remember grabbing a stethoscope for some idiotic reason and doing this to myself.
I've tripped on DMT about 10 times since it has happened and had some good and bad trips. I even broke through and had an amazing trip and thought it would erase this bad one but it didn't.
So, I have this idea embedded in my head that I died possibly and I passed through a parallel universe where I continue on living as the new me, which has been very difficult. Since this has happened my mom was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer which has made this horrible at times. I avoid smoking too much cannabis now because it makes me have panic attacks, not all the time though. I just smoke very little now but still regularly. I took some LSD and had a great trip 4 months ago, but it turned ugly after smoking a small amount of weed. I get really scared and get this weird feeling that something isn't right when I smoke too much weed. It could be derealization and depersonalization mixed in w/ some ideas from that bad trip like a flash back or something...I have no idea. I don't really know what is going on.
I feel like the only way to move on is to accept the possibility that I died and continue on in a parallel reality...but try to recognize the truth....that I had a NDE and had severe ego loss and severe confusion from being drunk and it just felt like I died... horribly. I'm trying to get myself to think, that if this is indeed a different reality that it would be cool anyways...so I can move on and not suffer anymore. Sorry if this is confusing or doesn't make perfect sense. I haven't been the greatest writer lately.