I figured it makes sense to start my trip reports with my very first experiences around 10-12 years ago. This is the first of four trips that were a string of experiences in a span of about two weeks.
CAUTION: I was young and dumb, please be more careful and tactful in your approach. I hope that my mistakes can be your wisdom and not your inspiration
First TripDose: 100mg
Method: Oil Pipe
We just got back to my friend's house from a three day bonanza of various shenanigans and drugs at Anime North. I was talking about Strassman's book and my friend casually throws out "I have some if you really want to try it". My curiosity was so peaked and I became SO EXCITED that I threw all caution and commons sense to the wind.
I was very seasoned when it came to psychedelics and I was typically very careful, researching dosage and precautions on erowid, etc... This time though, I don't know if it was the excitement of the moment or my assumption that DMT being homogenous "shouldn't be much of a risk"... But I just loaded the whole 100mg dose into the oil pipe. To worsen things, this was a year after I had a meth stint and had become quite adept at using the freebase pipe. The hit was
efficient.
I can't remember putting the pipe down, or even counting to 10 like I had intended. As soon as I fully inhaled the hit, I felt the acceleration rip apart everything around me, exhaling an "Oh fuck..."
I'm still not 100% sure what happened after this, but I remember glimpses... I thought I died, then I saw myself naked curled up in a fetal position... I felt like I had pissed myself. "DID I PISS MYSELF ON FRIEND'S COUCH?!" I thought to myself... Oh well, that's much better than dying, right?
I couldn't make sense of what was happening, everything was racing, and I realize at that point that I had fucked up. I then saw all my friends and family around me, in a white space, everyone confused and terrified at what is happening. I kept apologize, I felt like I had ripped reality.
Everyone was panicked and I was in a curled up ball, covered in piss, rocking back and forth mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it will be over soon. DMT only lasts 10 minutes, reality will be back to normal soon... I think." I was pretty convinced that these were my actual friends and family, that I had raptured the fabric of reality, and that I had to wait it out for everything to go back to normal. For some reason I felt like it wasn't the first time this happened. I had an intuitive feeling that none of them would have any memory of the event, but I still felt bad for exposing them to this space.
At this point I became so panicked I managed to open my eyes -- I saw my friends around me, I had not pissed myself. Everything and everyone was covered in jewels, rainbows, fractals. Everyone was excitedly staring at me exploding in excitement with "YO WHAT DID YOU SEE?!"
I couldn't even begin to explain and simply asked my closest friend there to hug me for the remainder of my trip -- which was now open eyed visuals instead of full immersion visuals. The trip slowly faded and I felt the intensity subside.
I remember feeling so thankful to be alive and in a stable physical reality after this trip lol. This was the first time I tried DMT and the first time I overshot it. I did start to do properly measured doses after this trip, but unfortunately it wasn't the last time I would end up "too far".