I can't wait to share this story. Writing this is probably moreso for myself more than anyone else, but as someone who writes for a living I'm very excited about getting to recount my experience and face the challenge of putting it into words.

Before I jump into an experience that I surely cannot accurately describe - but will more than gladly try - I'd like to precede my story with a thing or two about myself:

I cannot say with certainty because I do not know everyone personally, but I figure myself to be far different from the average first-time DMT user. I've hardly done any drugs in my life besides marijuana (which I should say I am a big fan of) - I've never tried LSD or shrooms; in fact I have never done a hallucinogen in my life. That said, I have always been a proponent of them; I just have not actively sought out a hallucinogen, and I've never been in a situation when one became easily available to me.

That was until late Friday night, when a great and longtime friend of mine (who is much more experienced in the drug scene) had some DMT he had extracted and offered to myself and two other friends. Both of them had tried DMT before, I didn't even know that it was a powder. That should tell you how well-versed I was coming into things. Despite this, I found myself in a very willing, almost eager, mood to try the drug.

So I went first.

The First Trip - "The Great Foreshadowing"
For starters, I absolutely underestimated the power of this compound. I had no idea, not even a slight appreciation, on where I was about to go. I had been told it was the 'most powerful hallucinogen known to man,' but considering I had never done a hallucinogen before I had no real gauge of what that meant. That likely is far from ideal heading into your first trip, but the mindset I had right before my first hit was one of a completely clear and willing head, ready to encounter whatever was ahead. My friends, who again are much more experienced than me with hallucinogens, were nearly shocked at my complete lack of apprehension or worry. To be honest, I was sort of surprised myself. But I sat reclined on my friend's couch, bowl in hand with Lotus carrying the soundwaves and took a BIG hit and exhaled. Just one, but it was plenty.

There's a phrase I keep seeing come up as I read other experiences - "Blast Off." Yup.
Before I was even done exhaling my eyes created a kaleidoscope of thin orange stars that began to slowly spin. I was, for a moment, still cognizant of the fact that I was in reality and then BOOM - I took off. The first thing I remember - and this did not last long but appeared in both of my trips this evening - was FEAR. Very brief. Almost like it didn't even register, but I can remember an initial thought of 'this might be a disaster.' It wasn't. As soon as the feeling of fear came, the music grabbed me and flew me away. The music I was listening to was so important to my experience. I mean this; I could literally feel myself being taken by the sounds of Lotus to a safer land where there was nothing to be afraid of.

Almost instantly the fear dissipated and I was taken to a scene of beautiful patterns and designs. The term I later used to describe to my friends was 'wrapping paper.' Lots of wrapping paper patterns. It was an almost completely two-dimensional experience, with designs of all colors filling all there was to see. I was delighted. Next the pattern started moving, with doors being created in the patterns that would open and close. It was sort of like the most colorful pop-up book that you've ever seen - you know the ones you used to make in elementary school? Things were opening and closing, sounds of doors slamming accompanied it all, and I was astounded.

Then, for the first time and for only a brief period, came the dragons. These dragons came in just one color this time - orange. They popped their heads out from the doors that were created by the slits in the 'wrapping paper' that I saw. They were friendly and meant well; I could feel that. They just harmlessly kept poking their heads in and out of these doors, almost as if they were playing peek-a-boo - like a three year old hiding behind his own hands.

Little did I know that this appearance from the dragons was simply an incredible instance of foreshadowing for my second trip, but I'm not there yet.

And just like that I began to come back. My eyes opened and my friends started laughing hysterically, as I was very animated during my trip. I wasn't done, however, and said aloud 'shhh. I don't want to talk.' I closed my eyes and went back to enjoy my colorful patterns and dragons for a few more moments. I was really happy about seeing them. I coasted through about another minute, then again opened my eyes - now with a huge smile on my face, and, this time, I said "Now I want to talk."

I tried to tell my friends everything. I couldn't, but they were amazed at what I had to say. My most repeated line was simple: 'I'm glad that happened.'

Interlude
My three other friends soon followed me in enjoying their own trip. But it seemed none of them were able to quite reach the point I had on their first experience. I was perfectly content with my single trip and even recall telling my friend who had extracted the DMT "That was beyond words, but I'm probably good for about six months."
As they began to trip for three, sometimes four, times and as I watched them approach a level at which I believed myself to be at a few mintues prior, it began to spark my interest again. With no pressure from my friends whatsoever I opted for one more try with the compound, and this is the one that will stick with me for as long as I live.


The Second Trip - "A Utopian Dragon Society"
I took two hits this time. The first one was far from perfect, prompting me to pull very hard for the second hit. Well, I pulled harder than I thought. Probably the biggest hit of anything I've taken in my life, and that's saying something for a guy who has smoked pot for seven years.

When I finished the hit, I exhaled. The amount of smoke that plumed from my mouth resembled a factory in Gary, Indiana. As I let the smoke out, I began to laugh because I knew I had just gotten myself into a situation that meant no return. My laughter lasted so long that it was a sober laugh at the beginning, and far, far from it by the end. I remember the laugh turning into a sort of yell and then BOOM - Blast Off 2.0.

The first thing I remember - again - is FEAR. But for such a minimal amount of time it's hardly even worth noting. But it was definitely there. It went away even quicker than it came, and then I was taken to a place that I wish every eye in this world could see:
It was a land of dragons. The same dragons that I had seen in my first trip, but millions more - large, oriental dragons with ornate, intricate design and beautiful, flowing white manes. Each one was the size of a school bus. They came in more than one color this time. Purple dragons, red dragons and the orange dragons I had seen previously.
But they weren't simply hiding behind doors this time - they were everywhere and they were the inhabitants of a perfect city. A city with streets paved with gold and the tallest, most beautiful bridges and towers that were the same colors as the dragons that were flying in and out of them. I was a sort of omniscient observer in all of this - I could see everything. I looked down to see dragons flying through the streets, the most beautiful collection of moving colors I could ever see. The dragons moved and I looked to the bottom of the orange and white bridge I had a viewpoint from - and I what I saw was remarkable:
Rivers of dragons. Instead of water below the bridge, it was more dragons, flowing seamlessly where the water would be in a normal world. Rivers of dragons. That was my favorite thing I saw in this entire escapade.
I loved it so much so that I came out of my silence and SHOUTED 'Rivers of dragons! Purple dragons! Red dragons! Orange dragons!' to my friends. They lost it. They had been doing a great job of staying quiet and letting me enjoy the experience, but I can't say I blame them for going into hysterics when their best friend is shouting about a river of dragons.
But it's what I saw, and I had to share it with them. I was very eager to share.
I began to come back and tell my friends more. But then the dragons returned. They took me back to a purple bridge with dragons of all colors painting the sky above and dragons below me flying low near the streets of gold.
I got a great glimpse at the entire city. A utopian society; it was a perfect metropolis with no other people. It had towering structures of pure gold that looked to be Mayan or Aztec Temples, complete with towers that had a thousand steps - all of gold and with dragons flying around the top. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. I could see for miles and all there was in sight was dragons, gold and sunshine.
I began to come back to reality. I had absolutely lost all knowledge of my existence for at least ten minutes, probably fifteen. I guess I don't know how long I was gone for, but I had completely bypassed any concept of being a human being.
The first thing I started doing when I slowly, slowly came back was reminding myself of existence. It was quite comical. I started saying things aloud to myself. It went like this:
"People exist.
You are a person.
You have hands.
You are wearing a watch. (grab for watch, which I actually wasn't wearing)
You have hair. (I began slowly running my hands through my hair)
Your hair is long.
Your friends are here.
They are here with you.
Say hello to them."
So I did. They again absolutely lost it. I again can't blame them. I was very, very animated and I had a lot to say. I demanded their attention and began a nearly-crazed diatribe on what I had seen. It wasn't that I was insane, it's that I was excited. I had to tell them everything, so i tried. My story seemed to only make them jealous that they had not been to a place that I have been. But they loved it; they were happy for me. They were amazed that a person who hadn't touched hallucinogens could have such an ideal first and second trip. I was too. But I was happy.

Soon after I came back to coherent thoughts I realized something very interesting. The guy who extracted the DMT, one of my best friends in this world, was wearing a dark sweatshirt that I hadn't noticed the entire night even though we had been hanging out for hours before I took my first hit. This sweatshirt had a dark red design on it, hardly discernable if you weren't looking hard.
The design was of dragons. There were dragons on his sweatshirt and I hadn't even realized that until well after my second trip.

So I guess I'll end this by asking a question: Do you think these dragons on his sweatshirt led me to my incredible journey? If he had not been wearing that sweatshirt, if he had just been wearing a generic tee without any logo, would I have had the same experience? Or is it all just a funny coincidence?

I'm genuinely curious to hear the answers of people who are more experienced with DMT than I.

Thank you for reading my long story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

No... Not really.

I've seen many dragons, serpents, sepent-type entitys, griffons...

Why do you think every civilization on earth worships dragons and serpent type beings ?

Dragons are awesome for sure and are usually related to sepent stuff. You should look up Serpent Mythology in wikipedia.

Sounds like a pretty incredible experience. Well played. Perhaps the dragons from that higher plane you visited set up the whole thing and purposely "stamped" your friend with a bit of their essence for some reason? By the way, as I started writing this, "I am what I am" by Resident Alien popped up on my itunes shuffle, and the verse I was listening to has a bunch of dragon references, which I hadn't ever really noticed before. Kinda funny.

Very nice report ! My friend had an amazing story of dragons told to him through the clouds on some lucy once.

Hope my first trip goes this well

Welcome to The Nexus. Very nice report.

It's hard to say what exactly influences one's experiences. If you believe they are completely external - a free standing alternate reality - I guess you would probably tend to believe that it's just a world of dragons. If you think that they are simply abstracted reflections of your psyche, you'll probably go the other way and see them as uniquely colored by your individual vantage point.

Personally, I've come to see them as something in between - both at once, if that's possible - a physical reality created by and within my imagination, informed by every bit of data I've ever been exposed to. The places I go and things that I see don't feel informed by my point of reference, but I believe that they are anyway - like rorschachs, if you will. They are so completely, inutterably foreign and at the same time strangely intimate, that I can only believe they come from within AND without all at once, if that makes any sense at all (and which, of course, it doesn't...).

Anyway, welcome to the mystery. It only gets weirder, believe me. Don't be surprised if you're not quite as fearless the second time as the first. Fear is a completely rational response. Everyone here goes through it.

This was an especially amazing read for me, because I was present that night and got to enjoy this experience twice now and it brings a smile to my face every time I think about it

I'm not sure if you have done an introduction essay yet but you have a great way with words so i look forward to reading more.

P.S. The song he was listening to during the "Rivers of Dragons" trip was Long Legged stumble by Lotus

Everyone should listen to Lotus, they are my favorite band and I have found it to be especially wonderful in hyperspace. I have seen the magical dmt sprites dancing and nodding their heads to beautiful Lotus jams and they definitely appreciate the music with me

I couldn't agree more with this statement. It only gets weirder for sure. I still feel like I have only taken a few steps down the rabbit hole and It goes very deep. I must say that the Fear is completely normal and that it is not something to try and avoid, that will only give it more power. The fear will always be there it's just best to acknowledge it and let it float away on it's own.

I look forward to more travels with you dmdragons

Damn, nice write up and introduction.

Might have had nothing to do with the shirt, might have.

Psychedelics go hand in hand with "funny coincidences"

Good for you for diving right into DMT without prior psychedelic experience, glad you liked it. There is much more to explore, that much is certain.

Much love!

What an enjoyable romp! I can't say that I think that a lot of the stuff I have seen up there is just a projection of my mind to be honest, much of it is just too plain weird and unrecognizable. But then again, as others say, it could well be

I look forward to future reports from you

Wonderful. I only dream of going there. I have not still. I am wrestling with fear. It is strange. I don't blink an eye when I take the mushroom. But this DMT stuff...

I never broke though. Now I used some 3 times. And I am still learning to extract properly to get a good refined dose that will get me there. But the wee bits I have smoked so far already made me fearful. Many accounts talk of wonder. But there are accounts of it going horrible in a wrong direction, no fun. But mostly the immense experience that is described makes me sit there worrying, mustering up the courage. Fearing I cannot let go and by not being able to, get a bad introduction to hyperspace.

Your naivety might just be just as good as any preparation. Well, at least I am getting some practice, some slow involvement with this thing. Maybe that is a good thing, to experience some of these tones you hear, the bodily sensation of it. I have been extracting and evaporating and precipitating spice, which is good household alchemical fun. But then it sits there in a dish and I find things to do before I finally collect myself to go for it.

Visty - I know exactly what you mean. I am exactly the same way! It scares the $hit out of me!! Some stories sound so awesome and some sound like an eturnity in hell! I have tried spice now maybe 15 times at small doses and it's ok. You know, I am happy with that nice glow. But to just suck back 30-40mg and blank right out in to the void, to appear somewhere else in the universe with creatures and entities that are disfigured and strange or even terrifying!! Makes me like that warm small dose glow better... Ya know? Just to see the room get colourful and maybe morfs around a bit. Then 5 minutes later I am cooking my breakfast

To dive right in? Jitters... Worry... For me I will be right in the middle of loading up a bowl and lighting it, drawing the thick vapors... (inhale) then my wife calls me!!! Ahhhh ouch! I have to stop and then there is panic!! I am in the middle of some body buzz and visual morfing and I have to call back to her that I will be with her in a moment... Man that is a show stopper. Seems to happen more often then not. So small tokes work better because I can answer back and actually function. So someday I will have the time and space to do it.

Visty - do you have a friend that can sit with you while you blast off? I keep telling myself that there is no rush, spice will always be there. And it is so true. It will always be there for you too, so take your time...

This is the year of the dragon you know...

Chase the dragon and do some more.I doubt you will see dragons the next time.please let us know .

Exactly what i was going to say.

I wasn't sure it was the year of the dragons, but a first experience with DMT and a blue dragon in November of last year* got me wondering if it really was the Year of the Dragon (and I had a funny feeling)... It makes sense that 2012 actually is.



^This. You may have been influenced subconsciously by his shirt, yet the golden dragon city might also exist concurrently; and if the universe is infinite then why wouldn't it?

The blue dragon I researched; it might signify freedom and independence and are the sign of the coming spring. They are they are the symbol of the East.

FURTHER RESEARCH WAS INTERESTING TO ME:

Etymologically, "derkeîn = "to see", and originally likely meant "that which sees", or "that which flashes or gleams" (perhaps referring to reflective scales). This is the origin of the word "dragon". (See also Hesiod's Theogony, 322.) ..."water-snake", which probably comes from the verb δρακεῖν (drakeîn) "to see clearly".

Dragons of the East:
Like these other Asian dragons, most Japanese ones are water deities associated with rainfall and bodies of water, and are typically depicted as large, wingless, serpentine creatures with clawed feet. Gould writes "the Japanese dragon is "invariably figured as possessing three claws". The Japanese dragon also represents the meaning of freedom and being fearless.

2012 is the Chinese year of the Water Dragon. It is the only mythological animal of the 12 animals that represent the Chinese calendar.

DMT is also said to be a water spirit...

Blessings.

*...watching a brilliant blue dragon gleaming with white, flying thru black space, before it turns it's head and looks at him. It was a little longer than a bus. See the report: https://www.dmt-nexus.me...spx?g=posts&m=287795

I have to recommend that you turn your phone off or on silent before blasting off. the trip only takes like 10-20 total so un plug and enjoy. turn your phone on when you come back to reality. it's not like your going to be using it in hyperspace texting with space elves (although that would be cool)

I think phones are bad for any psychedelic, when I'm tripping they just confuse me and frustrate me. I can handle phones on acid sometimes but even then they ruin the vibes.