I've done DMT now about 15 times, to varying degrees of potency. Whenever I do it, however, I am always alone in my room on my bed. It's where I'm most comfortable and I feel safe. Recently, though, my friend wanted to go into hyperspace. He smokes me out all the time, so I was very eager to share this experience with him. Surprisingly, he broke through on his first time. He said it was amazing, but that's not what this post is about.
After he finished his journey, I decided I would duck in for a bit. I was in the garage where we normally blaze up, not in my room. When I took the second hit, I knew it was a mistake. Instantly, I was barraged by attacks from the 4th dimension. The entities were NOT happy and they showed me that. I moved to a different part of the room to throw up and suddenly, the feeling lifted. Total pain to complete calm.
I was very confused, so I turned around to look at where I had come from. There I saw the root of the problem: there was a black energy pervading the room. I'm not sure why, but I knew it was bad. Luckily, I had moved out of its grasp. As I looked at my friend and his girlfriend, I was able to see their energies too. She was a cyan blue and he was a bright orange.
I decided to look further into it. I pictured everyone I knew in my mind's eye and, low and behold, I could see and feel their energies. It was amazing. I could see everything's energy all around me. Trees, squirrels, grass- it was all so beautiful. But then there was the darkness. The dark energy was everywhere. Not always so concentrated as in the garage, but present nonetheless.
After the trip had ended, for it lasted an abnormally long time for me, I could still feel the energies. I couldn't see them as vividly as before, but I was still privy to their existence. Now, the ability has faded, but I can't stop thinking of the ever-present darkness.