PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: Tired, away from home, visiting a friend in DC
(physical condition) Set: legs/body was very exhausted from walking around the city all week
Setting (location): an apartment in DC, in a lounge chair facing a window surrounded by plants
time of day: sunny mid-day, indoors
recent drug use: in past 24 hours: cannabis, klonopin (small dose, 1mg?), 2C-B the previous afternoon (~20mg)
last meal: light breakfast over 5 hours prior

PARTICIPANT
Gender: Male, preferring nonbinary
body weight: ~93lbs
known sensitivities: none
history of use: experienced LSD and psilocybin user, first-time DMT user

BIOASSAY
Substance(s): DMT and small quantity CBD cannabis
Dose(s): 30mg, <1g cannabis
Method of administration: smoked in water pipe, DMT sandwiched between CBD cannabis and ash


EFFECTS
Administration time: afternoon
Duration: ~10 minutes
First effects: rainbow fractal movements of plants in my immediate vision
Peak: estimated around 2 minutes
Come down: around 10 minutes
Baseline: after an hour, afterglow lasted some time so I went to the zoo and got sushi

Intensity (overall): 4/4

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 4/4
Unplesantness: 1/4
Visual Intensity: 4/4


AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: (0-4 ; 0/4
Afterglow: (0-4 ; 4/4


REPORT

Smoked out of a percolating bong, the crystals sandwiched in a bowl between high-CBD-low-THC weed below and gently compacted ash above. I was reclining in a lounge chair facing a sunny window with brainbanger, who kindly sponsored this trip.


The vista, dancing tilt-a-whirl plant on left

I am looking out the window, holding in my second hit of DMT. I begin to feel some effects: my vision is filled with rainbow tracers, the Tilt-a-Whirl plant on brainbanger's windowsill starts to dance in a frolic. I exhale my second hit and the smoke casts a prismatic glow over the scene; next I close my eyes, complying with a growing urge to do "inner work."

Waiting Room full of Spectacular Visions:
In the darkness behind my eyelids, DMT imparts a strong sensation of being gravitationally pulled and stretched horizontally to one side; there are some vague multidimensional shapes transforming against the dark backdrop of my internal visual noise. I sense that a show is being performed for me, like some sleight of hand trick manfiesting a beautiful transforming egg is happening in my mind's eye. I know that my reaction as the audience is being monitored, perhaps for enjoyment. At this moment I sense that I am face-to face with an entity who has been quietly embodying venue I am inhabiting; the entity tilts his head to one side and shrugs his shoulders, nonverbally communicating that he sees I am thus far unamused, or perhaps he knows that I desire to see more complex visions.


Unfurling-red-and-white-ribbon space, WIP painting detail

Quiet explosions of white and red ribbons lengthen around me, joyfully painting my surroundings; they reveal a tightly enclosed space with non-Euclidiean, fisheye-like qualities. Mentally I am rejecting the sensational display of morphing shapes: my intention coming into this trip was therapeutic and exploratory rather than recreational, and that intention persists. I have been caught off-guard by these garish, shiny visions. The colorful sights begin to coalesce into the image of a large and brightly lit indoor shopping mall, animated by red candy-cane swirls slithering around the an endlessly shifting dimensional construction. Some of them form cubic walls or 3-dimensional boundaries, which pulsate and shift in and out of place, like the whole are is a complex interlocking puzzle which weaves and waves in its existence. The color scheme is entirely white-and-red, and reminscent of the Target in my hometown, which I generally consider an overwhelming capitalist shopping venue, but one which I nonetheless have positive/familiar personal sentimental attachment to.

Breakthrough into Hyperspace and Interaction with Entities:

The red harlequin jester

Suddenly this space becomes manifest as a spritely harlequin jester, who grabs me by the wrist and intentionally leads me deeper into the animated candy-striped mall. The jester leads to me an exit out of the red-and-white target mall, and I begin to be transported through a tall wormhole sort of portal. I get a sense that time is slowing down, or that I am swallowing up larger and larger increments of chronology. I ponder on the discomfort of being stuck in eternity forever; once I become at peace with the idea, things feel like they're starting to speed up again.


A wormhole from the show "Farscape"; the image is similar to the one I experienced, mine was taller (like human height) and defined by smokey/cloudy boundaries

The wormhole opens up (seemingly dropping out form all sides) into a grand hyperbolic/omnidirectional space with no floor, and in every direction are open entranceways to shops or portals. I float without gravity in the middle of this nexus. And although the place is very bright and loud, my senses are comforted with the knowledge that I am being taken fully into an experience. Yet taking DMT is not on my mind anymore, similarly to how sleeping ceases to be the dreamer's concern. The real-ness and conceptual-geometric abstractions of this place are certainly dream-like, but with novel experiential qualities I can't explain.

The harlequin does not bring me to any of the many entranceways surrounding us. Instead he leads me to the center of a pavillion area where there as seated some wise old priestess-type entities. They remind me of the Norns of Norse mythology or the Greek Moirai, doing nimble work with their hands and minds while gossiping telepathically. At first their forms seem to extend vertically out of my view, transcending both geomtery and spiritual significance. The harlequin directs me to a central norn, and she meets me at eye level. They are distinctively feminine in form and dress, but also seem to be composed of visual abstractions, their faces constructed from pleasing and sharp geometric shapes rather than fleshy contours.


The Norn

I am seated in front of the norn. Almost immediately, she quickly goes to healing or working on my body without touching me; a second healer to her side joins in the process. They are working quickly, and I get the impression they've been waiting for a person like me to arrive so they could do this work, as they expect me to be leaving very soon. There is an urgency about the work they are performing on my body. The sensation is like there is a stiff thread or laser being cast from her intention and tracing over my nerve endings one by one. This is especially present in my legs and hips; I had been travelling around D.C. for several days prior and my legs had been killing me, but now they felt quite replenished by these hyperdimensional norns. In retrospect I wonder if they were doing some cellular-level genetic healing of my muscles, nerves, etc.

Waking Up from Hyperspace

At this moment I feel something fall over me and I open my eyes. Visually, there is some chromatic abberation, but otherwise things look much more normal than when the trip began. Brainbanger has thrown a small blanket over my legs; she informs me that I was shivering. I tell her I'm okay, she removes the blanket, I tell her the blanket was okay too, she says oh okay, everything is okay, really. By all logic of temperature I should not be cold, I came into this trip dressed in several winter layers and after a hot shower, but my entire body is tremoring from the effects of the drug/transcendental healers. Intense emotional experiences tend to make me shiver in general, and DMT seemed to elicit this response in spades.

I close my eyes again. The healers are no longer fully-formed, their geometric faces appearing instead rather like the smoke trail left by a fireworks display, projecting against my mind's eye. Nonetheless, I continue to feel them doing work on my body, and sense their remediating gestural invocations before me. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I am safely in a DMT trip, and my body relaxes a bit; in my chair I recline more deeply to one side. Taking deep breaths, I explore a purifying sensation moving through the nerve pathways of my lungs and heart. Despite a spastic in my nerves, there is an enormously comforting feeling of calming down and easing back into a supple and energized body.

Over a few minutes, the feeling of tremors begin to subside. I open my eyes; light is brighter than usual but the rainbow effects have almost totally. After another minute or so I feel I am done tripping and let Brainbanger know. After standing up and reorienting myself, I find that my face is drenched in sweat.

Very nice report storyteller, and a great job in describing your experience, enjoyed reading that.

A wonderful report storyteller.

I remember coming across harlequins early on with my DMT experiences, not encountered one for a long time.

Look forward to reading some of your future experiences.

Kate xx

Hello storyteller, thanks for the report.

I don't want to ignore the rest of your report, it is so good, but I wanted to comment on this piece:

"...The color scheme is entirely white-and-red, and reminiscent of the Target in my hometown..."

It's funny because I often get a 'feeling' of being in exactly that environment - a Target store. Like you say, either red and white, but sometimes I get black and yellow, also. Shopping carts. Kids riding in shopping carts, even a shopping cart with a kid in it getting knocked over, sideways. Women pushing shopping carts.

I love the rest of your descriptions.

I'm not one who has ever been able to bring nearly so much back. My explorations are generally chaotic hurricanes tossing me about from one dimension or reality to another, but the 'market' somehow sticks. Go figure...
It's not like I don't bring back anything at all, but so many of you have such wonderful detail.

So anyway, one of my many pleasures. reading here at the nexus, are those who can bring back so much and share it.

Thanks again.

Yes, I wonder if there's something about the chemical/experience which elicits comforting qualia about familiar spatial forms on a neuropsychological level. Just a passing thought, though.



I've noticed that many people don't seem to have an terrible vivid memory of hyperspace events. I have trouble putting my experience into chronological order, but my above account seemed Most Right. Immediately after returning from hyperspace, I spent a good ten minutes describing it in as much detail as possible to my friends. This was a bit confusing, and made me question some of the things I experienced, but I ended up remembering a lot of it as a consequence. (My visual memory of the trip remained very intact, although I still don't feel I'm doing it justice at all with these drawings!) Usually I have very poor recall of trips and dreams, so I can only attribute my memory to this oral review.

However recently I read that sitting in silence following a trip can feel more integrating/healing, so next time I may simply journey with a journal/voice recorder and go at my own pace. Honestly, remembering fewer details might have been less metaphysically overwhelming, as now I have all this strange data to play with. Any thoughts?

Yes, common sense would tell me to make some notes as soon as I am able.

I will try to start doing that, even though I do enjoy the quiet and comfort of sitting and coming down...

One time when I was exploring with friends, I had been vocalizing and moving quite a bit, if I recall, I had moved from my seat onto the floor during the trip. As I come back, I slowly make focus with people, they are returning my smile as best they can, and they ask me - 'So, what did you see in there...?' and I remember saying "I do not know. Everything. But I saw lights and sounds and life and velocity and love and joy. Other than that, I do not know."

So, I don't dwell on it, I am I. I could talk myself into being envious of folks, like you, who can have such wonderful interactions and recall, but, seriously, I'm good. (Smiling now).

Thanks for the feedback!

Thanks for this trip report. I know that there is already a lot of talking about the jester archetype but I still cannot really made something out of it. It started to me after a few DMT trips wheni first combined it with a baanisteriopsis-extract, but I don't think that this was the only reason. (Smoking DMT without any maoi still results in meeting the jester-family.)
The jester once told me that he is somehow the guardian of the higher realms of the dmt-experience.
Another time I went directly in a festival of jesters and they had a kitchen and where cooking and serving and saying like: "look what we are doing!"
I would like to know what you are thinking about them. They seem to be a constant theme in the DMT visions and I couldn't imagine what they are for.
Is it just a parallel universe? Are they archtypes of European tryptamin-experience or are there some reports about ethnic jester-meetings?
For me they looked exactly like your drawing - like they came directly from a Italian commedia dellarte. What is your point of view about them?

Is that drawing, The Norn, by you?

Beautifully wrote storyteller! Experience reports like this are what got me interested in DMT to begin with (as well as the psychedelic encyclopedia). I hope to one day meet some jesters, machine elves, and many of the other DMT entities. So far I have only made it as far as the waiting room, primarily because I keep backing out at the last second, although I'm sure one of these times I won't have a choice, that I'll be pulled into hyperspace whether I'm ready or not.

I look forward to reading future reports from you. Safe and pleasant journeys brother!