I tried dmt for the first time about a year ago, and did it a few times that day.
My first two attempts at smoking didn't really go far at all
In my third and fourth attempt I had two interesting trips. I don't remember much of smoking the dmt before the third attempt but this is what I remember form it, I layed back after taking in a 3-4 hits and I saw this hologram like version of my ex-girlfriend that started teasing me sexually, showing me this clump of "whatever" (I can't explain it, I've never seen anything like it before.) squeezing it, teasing me, and showing it to me as I marveled at it's beauty and just knew within me that it was called ZUNK and exactly what it was referencing, I prefer not to say exactly what, but it was sexual. I believe that the experiance was a way of showing me that it was okay to enjoy that form of sex and that it was beautiful as well as any other form of sex.
My fourth attempt, I took the first hit and held it in for about 10-15 seconds, breathing it out starting to feel it coming on, taking in the second hit, feeling it coming on even more, finding myself spacing out and starting to feel like the caterpillar from alice in wonderland, slowly breathing out the smoke as my friends hand touches me on my leg "take two more". As she touched my leg I felt an intense bond of energy, loving and relaxing, taking in my third hit, about 10-15 seconds later I blow it out and barely take in the last hit but force it in wanting to get as much out of it as I can, blowing it out handing the pipe over to my friend, and laying back onto the bed. I close my eyes and BLAST OFF! Both the room and I morphed into this alien tubing, connected to everything, as the room was lifted like a spaceship and propelled sideways into other multi-faceted and shapeshifting alienlike tubed rooms with beings pressing through the walls. I felt like I was home, the feeling was beautiful and I will never forget it. This went on for a bit, and then I realized my eyes where open. Not shutting them I looked at the shaded being in front of me, hovering over me. It gave off the energy of a black male, and he was showing strong appreciation for me, and looking like he was completely fascinated by me. This went on for a bit and eventually I faded back to reality.
“Chaos is what we've lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existance is defined in terms of control.” - Terence Mckenna