Whenever I talk about my use of DMT, or really about the psychedelic experience, this is the experience that comes to mind for me.

First the back story which I feel had an effect but some may not be interested. When the experience begins I'll have it marked so it can be skipped to easier.

Dimitri was in town, but I was going on vacation for a week. So Dimitri came too. In this particular town in upstate New York where relatives live (back in the 80's or something) marijuana wild grew all over the place, however the DEA caught on it burnt it all down for years to eradicate it. Since I've heard this story so many times growing up me and my brothers made it almost tradition to look for some surviving Mary Jane when visiting the relatives. There wasn't exactly anything better to do. This time I brought DMT too though. I went for yet another long walk. I smoked a little DMT but I didn't breakthrough like I wanted. So for the next hour I tried to look for Mary Jane to keep my mind busy while any immediate tolerance would start to fade. I usually don't use DMT twice in the same day, I always waited at least a couple days or week between trips, but this time was different. Dimitri was calling me.

The Experience
I was in the woods far from where anyone would ever go, and it was my relative's property so I knew I was safe. I have always eyeballed DMT. I would strongly recommend anyone who uses this compound to use a milligram scale. I eyeballed what I thought would be a break through dose. Slightly more than the experience an hour before. I always found the most effective way to smoke DMT outside was a [clean/torched] chore boy in a bowl. If I were indoors I'd use the machine. anyways I clean a spot for me to lie down in the leaves. No music. I never listen to music with DMT. DMT was melted into the chore boy then I slowly heated it up. After three hits I knew I wasn't going to break through and the bowl was cleared. So SOMEHOW I loaded more DMT onto the bowl and correctly smoked another two hits [somehow..] Then it happened.

It was almost as if I was waking up, But when I opened my 'eyes' I knew what happened. I was in the DMT space surrounded by cheering elves. I knew this place from maybe two other breakthroughs. The environment was an endless dark plane. There was a dome overhead but there was plenty of light. Like Terrance Mckehnna <-(spelling?) once said "It's like you're underground." How ever I feel more like I am literally in my head.

Anyways I try to keep looking around but this group of who I know are the fabled 'DMT Machine Elves' are way too distracting. I never heard them speak, but I always knew what the were saying. They looked like the keebler [cookies] elves. Cartoonish. They wanted to show me these things they had. The thing they were realer than anything I've ever seen, despite the cartoon elves. At first I couldn't comprehend WHAT these THINGS were. But I put the pieces together. The leaves, I know that leaf... Mary Jane. What they were holding were marijuana plants that would keep a plant composure, but keep changing texture, form, little things changed about them constantly, but it was still the most beautiful marijuana I've ever seen. They also saw their smoking devices. Absurd things that I have no idea how they could be used. These devices simply couldn't be explained in reality.

So the elves gather in a circle, and all at once, each of them take a hit. Every moment they held it my awe and excitement towards what could happen next felt like a flood behind a dam that would burst at any second. They exhaled together, and smoke filled my vision. Then through the smoke I saw them open their eyes. I could only see their white eyes in the smoke turn red and squinty and slowly I could see their white smile too. At this point I am just dying. THE DMT ELVES SMOKE WEED??? I know my body is laughing hysterically, I feel it even in the form I'm currently in inside my head. After the smoke clears my memory gets a little cloudy but it is time for me to leave now. And it made me a little sad to leave, but I knew such a thing was inevitable. The Machine Elves must have really enjoyed my company because instead of slowly coming down to reality, the trip continued. More intense even.

The space I shared with the Elves was so comfortable it was almost like I was 'home'. Now I had to make the transformation back to human and I guess this might have been hard. My visuals were now all entirely as real as those magical marijuana plants and smoking devices the elves were holding. The background had so much geometry happening it was almost colorful static. I saw more entities and creatures. Specifically different forms of the 'Shpongle Head'. The head with 6-8 eyes two on top of two on top of two, altered skin color and tendrils. Other creatures were bug like, but giant and extremely complex. This phase was too intense to really describe. Possibly the best visuals in my life. Even so six months later after many more magic experiences.

When I truly woke up and was really back in reality, the euphoria hit me like a train. I stayed on the ground where I had spent the trip. Maybe 15 minutes had passed. I had trouble comprehending what just happened despite remembering it crystal clear at that moment. I don't understand. I have been getting in trouble for years because of Mary J. I have definite memory issues from smoking so much. I don't function as well when I'm stoned because I have to be REALLY STONED to be satisfied. It's a problem, yet the DMT Elves were practically worshiping it. I guess moderation is key. That's the only conclusion I could draw from that.

This trip wasn't significantly important to me in everyday life. No big transformation. If anything my tolerance to marijuana hasn't gotten any worse since that trip. It has been maybe six months since this experience. The amount of marijuana needed to be 'good' six months before the experience compared to the time of the experience doubled. I kinda just realized that last bit just now... fascinating. Damn I didn't think explaining 15 minutes would take so much space..

When I look back on my life before I die, that trip will be one of the things that flash before my eyes.

Ye man godly report. Thanks so much for sharing.

I woulden't really be concerned with memory problems and all that but simply find other ways to be satisfied. And then indeed find intense satisfaction from smoking less which in some cases is more. A thought that popped in my head is that the machine elves you meet are the part of you that love to smoke. That part was the most dominant as it seems. The rest seemed more like a flash but it where other parts of you that are not specifically worshippers of marihuana. Equally important

Firstly, don't take anything you experience under the influence of DMT as an absolute truth. It can be an interesting insight, or lead to one. What is truthful in a wider sense must be discerned in other ways than one mere revelation.

Secondly, there is a saying: "once you get the message, you may hang up the phone." That saying is often related to LSD, but it can also relate to any other substance. Think about what the good things are that cannabis gets you and to what extent you can trigger these from your own volition (and a little self-suggestion). I call it the "Art of Flashback" and it applies not just to classical psychedelics, although these taught me first about it.

If you can master this art, you need not suffer from dependencies and their disadvantageous consequences.

Thank you both of you. I could never get a reply like the two here from anyone I personally know. They'd say something more like 'wow you must have been really f**ked up..' or something like that

This is going to give me something good to think about. I truly appreciate it.

Love that Alan Watts quote.

as for memory issues you might find aniracetam and noopept helpful do some reading on it and possibly if you can evaluate a few different experience reports that would give you a good sense of what to expect benefit-wise. you might also look into adding choline and alpha GPC to the mix.

so far i've noticed that at least aniracetam is very reliable as far as it's reputation go's. noopept is supposed to be stronger than aniracetam. also i've tripped on LSA and P harmala while supplementing with aniracetam and it made the trip more lucid and recallable. i also speculate aniracetam to help in other area's because it can increase perception and creativity; a hallmark factor of tripping.

i wish you delightful voyages and hail st. mary!... jane.