My roommate "S", had taken his first spice trip ever the day of May 4th, he had a fairly good time and was able to recall most of the images and things that had taken place without incident.
Throughout the day of the fifth he had talked to me throughout the day off and on about his experience, and I offered my opinions and several other Nexians opinions so he could work his way through integrating. This was going well.
He had gone out briefly for Cinco celebrations, and came home slightly inebriated. He told me he'd been thinking about it all night and that he wanted to try it again and go a little bit further. I had told him pretty bluntly at this point I don't think thats the best idea "S", I don't doubt your abilities, but it's always best to make serious decisions when sober, and mixing spice with alcohol doesn't always go the greatest. He was very persistant and was so humble about going back with a sincere desire to understand more about the amazing things he had experienced. So against my better judgement I loaded him a 15 mg hit(my buddy brought a mg scale over for me to borrow today, so it was accurately measured).
He hit it, and looked content, expressed his happiness at returning to hyperspace. Then he looked at the pipe, and hit it again. He became very still and closed his eyes. This lasted for about five minutes, then without warning he started screaming bloody murder, like some noises, sometimes just the word "NOOO". At the top of his lungs, it sounded horrifying, like he must be being tortured, I as soothingly as possible reminded him everything was going to be okay, that it will pass and he will be coming back towards reality more and more with every second, to keep breathing, and the like trying to talk him down, but nothing helped, he kept screaming. I was stone cold sober at this point, and it chills me to the bone thinking about those screams.
He fell over off of the couch, and onto the floor, I managed to errm grab position him to keep him away from a few things that would have hurt him, and he kept screaming no matter what me, or my other roommate(who had woken up, and been very concerned) would say.
Eventually he stopped completely just as suddenly as he had started. Remained silent for ten minutes, then got up off the ground not being able to piece together anything that had happened, he remembered hitting the pipe the first time, then waking up on the ground, but when he was "coming to" he had been half muttering broken sentences about "not safe", understand too much, same cycle repeating.
About a minute after saying these things he had no knowledge of ever uttering them. He has like absolute amnesia, and came back with pretty severe deja vu, saying that everything I'd say he'd already been there to hear. However he assured me he was completely fine, felt better than when he started, and had nothing but glowing things to say regarding his mental and emotional state, as well as for DMT the drug in general.
Has anyone else had experiences with complete amnesia of the event? (I guess you wouldn't be able to answer this if you had complete amnesia....) I've never not remembered at least a little something, and the several dozen close friends I've dosed over the last two years have never had a complete blank as to what happened.
I guess this is just so completely beyond anything I've ever seen happen when someone was on the drug that I'm kind of at a loss.
When he wakes up he told me he wants to talk about what exactly he did, and compare how hes feeling to make sure hes okay, which was all his ideas, leading me to believe that hes completely fine. He was acting and talking normally, using his usual behaviors gestures and etc. I'm just still kind of worried that something is not quite right or that he may have odd effects upon waking.
Any experiences, suggestions, or really just ideas about what could have caused this would be amazingly helpful and appreciated.
Thanks,
compound37
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