The crystals came out of the collection plates and went into another for the finished product. I got my pipe, took all of it (not sure of the exact dosage...) and laid it on top of a bed of herb, put a screen on top, and more herb on top of that. I sat on the floor, leaning against my bed. I hit the pipe with my lighter and inhaled as the herb cherried, with no luck. I repeated three or four times with no results. At this point, I thought I had wasted more of this beautiful substance and wasn't going to trip at all. I was wrong. I brushed off the top layer of herb, put the pipe up to my lips again, and lit it.

The inhalation felt like a small eternity, but I only let out smoke. I hit it again. I saw wisps of vapor floating upwards from the bowl.

Is it happening?

Another inhale, another exhale. I hit it once more and that was that. My vision began to vibrate, my heart was pounding, sweat was dripping down my forehead. I looked down and my legs were getting longer and longer. I closed my eyes and I saw the most beautiful collage of chromaticity that I could ever imagine.

It's happening.

I opened my eyes again and...I don't know. My two hands lay at my sides, the pipe on the left, lighter on the right. I looked up at a stack of books and they grew to gargantuan sizes, shifted back and forth, left and right. I turned my head. My apartment was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking in on me, then expanding, breathing, living. My legs were getting longer and longer, shorter and shorter. I looked at my hand and became wide-eyed when I realized it was nearly the same size as my torso. My bookshelf turned into rows and rows of colors melted together. My lamp was the brightest thing I had ever seen, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I was in darkness. I couldn't move, and I didn't want to.

I used every ounce of strength in my body to hold up my rosary and kissed the cross (a memento from my deceased grandmother; my good luck charm for adventures). I began to inhale and exhale slowly and let myself go.

It's going to end. It's going to be fine. Everything will go back to being normal. Everything will be fine. Keep it together.

Then I realized that I was in a complete vacuum of nothingness. There was no happiness, no joy, fear, apprehension, anxiety, love, hate, passion, lust. Just my frail, carbon-dioxide dependent mess of flesh, organs, fluids, and bones. I was nothing. Nothing was nothing. Everything was nothing. I closed my eyes and I saw a stage. The one from the auditorium in my middle school, strangely enough. There was nothing around it, just blackness and nothingness, where I was peacefully residing and observing.

All life's a stage.

I opened my eyes to find that my apartment was barely large enough to fit me anymore. I turned around and got on my hands and knees for a few seconds, before tumbling back down into my original position.

Not yet.

I stared straightforward again, noticing that the breathing and blending of objects and colors around my room was beginning to subside.

Is it over?

I began my breathing again and came down for a soft landing shortly after that. I stood up, supporting myself on my desk and bed, my teeth chattering, my extremities shaking violently, more and more sweat pouring down my face. I quickly drank about a glass and a half of water and got myself together. I hobbled through my kitchen and eventually made it to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face then looked up at the mirror, staring myself dead in the eye, and I said my first, middle, and last name out loud. I was back.

There was no "breakthrough," no entities, no entering another dimension, or anything like that. I'm not sure where this trip would "rank" in terms of DMT experiences in general. There was no giddiness, no laughter, no fear, no nothing. I didn't cry. I didn't realize how beautiful and short life is, or how much certain people in my life meant to me. There were no emotional extremes. There was no "Everything makes sense now!" There was absolutely nothing.

It's almost been 24 hours since this experience. I'm not ecstatic and joyous. nor am I having any sort of existential crisis. I am at ease. I feel peaceful, serene, even...lighter, if that makes sense. There is no anger, no anxiety, no hatred right now.

There is an infinite nothingness that exists, and in the middle of that nothingness is a stage. My stage. I'm the actor and it's my show. That show is the life that I'm living right now, the life in which I can accomplish and experience anything that I want.

Thank you for reading.

This sounds like a wonderful trip. Not too intense or confusing, but still feeling the full on effects. Sub breakthrough level. Nice writing, great imagery with the stack of books. As well, you took away a clear message, "All lifes a stage." Its great to ever be able to do that. For me to take away a clear message, I had to be crushed then blown up at the center of the universe( Insanely life changing ego shattering breakthrough level). Lol. What strikes me is that your message is very similar to mine, " We are each the center of our own universe." If I had to rank your trip,based on wicked visuals and the delivery of a clear message, I would give 10/10. Congrats buddy!

Well thats weird to me when people experience nothingness. Seems like youre not doing it right. Still nice report of your experience. I agree with the center of the universe thing. DMT is some powerful stuff. It makes me think of the cosmos and wonder if maybe DMT is found on the trillions of planets in our universe and if maybe aliens do it too to reach out to god like we do? Hmm

I don't understand how such a subjective experience can be considered "right" or "wrong?"

There have been many reports of "the void". Complete darkness, nothing, absence of all... I haven't experienced it but many have, +1 for Akasha

I meant some people have a weird way of communicating what they saw in the DMT realm. Ive heard of the void but have never experienced it really. I have felt eternity which could be the same thing as a perceived eternal nothing nothingness. Ive never felt blank black nothingness. That sounds depressing for a DMT trip. Or is it more like dreamless sleep? Kind of cool. Very peaceful no doubt. Ive done DMT about 20 times as well. Salvia maybe 50+ experiences. All with very real dream like states where I see a lot. Interesting tho. Thanks for the read

That's the thing. It wasn't depressing, it wasn't ecstatic...just peaceful and serene nothingness. It seems we have differing views on what a DMT experience actually "is," although you have much more experience with the substance than I do, so who knows...maybe at some point I'll come to the same conclusion that you have.

Peace. Inner peace. In her peace.