I was at a friends house and his dad came out and asked if we had ever wanted to try dmt. i said yes. he took us inside and i went first. he sat me down in a big brown lazy boy recliner. he called it dmt but i later came to find out that it was changa, very potent changa i am told because it had to be potent to blast me off. i put the bong with no water up to my mouth and cleared a pretty big bowl, i couldnt say how big now...after that everything went pitch black the darkest black possible. i could see completely in the black though. as if it were extremely bright, brighter than the sun while still being the darkest of darks and the blackest black possible. i sat there for what felt like an eternity. i was the black, the black was me. then a golden buddha type man emanating with that same light that is much much brighter than the sun but not blinding floated to me. i couldnt see him but i can still see him. his face was morphing consistently the entire time i could see him. he had a shape of a human body. a little chubby. with a face that would not stay the same. somehow he asked me to follow him in the kindest way possible. and i was following him with no control yet completely happy with it like it was right and meant to be. after walking with him in what was still the blackness but so bright like the sun but only blackness we reached a door. it was a rectangle of light. the same light as the man. super bright like the sun but still pure blackness.and he wanted me to go through the rectangle. he went to it and went right around it and i was sucked peacefully through it. and dropped faster than the speed of the fasted thing right into my body. but it felt like a feather when i got back.
I later came to be extremely sad that he didnt come with me because i felt like he was a huge part of me. a part that ive missed or lost in my childhood. and he was too scared to come through with me.
sorry for my crappy explanation.