I've done dimetri around ~8 times. I extracted this spice myself and have been observing and "experimenting", per say, to find the the niche which provided the best experience thus far. I began attempting to use "the Machine", which didn't work out well, and made some Changa (2:1) instead; this has worked greatly. Up until now all of my trips have been rather mild except for a few intense moments.
NOW, I'll explain this the best I can.
I scraped together roughly 110mg of changa and loaded it up in a bubbler I've been using. I then threw ~20mg of dmt on just to make things interesting and then topped it off with ~60mg of changa; this is the last bit I had, and the most I've smoked yet.
I picked a spot outside facing the woods with an array of sunlight shining on everything. I've found I prefer being outside in the sunlight with ear plugs in rather than inside.
I sat there attempting to prepare but I don't believe one can really prepare for such an event. I always grow nervous and fearful beforehand but that subsides the moment a begin adventure. I hit the bowl and after the first huge rip felt that subtle vibrating, not as intense as usual.. and then I hit another. I blasted off. Immediately the leaves on the ground and trees began bursting with color and movement and swirling about. I went back to clear the rest and the intensity was almost too much. I stared at my hand as I inhaled and it began fading to a deep blue color and these red dots began popping up.
I finished it and then sat back and as usual, forgot to close my eyes and set down the lighter and bubbler thanks to the visuals. I felt myself come out of my body and didn't have an out of body experience, but felt like I wasn't there. The trees and leaves were moving every which way and pulsating like never before. I watched it all and couldn't think and felt my eyes darting everywhere trying to process what I'd done. I told myself it was too much, and then.... I entered another dimension. This being came out of me and was almost made of leaves it seemed, yet he was clothed. He was about the size of a hobbit (I used that reference, I know
) and was dancing around me drawing my attention and focus. The background changed and the whole world was made of leaves and I was overwhelmed and fearful I'd gone too far. I began panicking and I grappled for myself and then remembered that it only makes things worst. This being then showed me that "I" was fine, except I had lost ME forever ago. I couldn't sense myself or remember who "I" even was. I accepted what was happening and felt like I'd been there and had this sense of seeing all of this before. The being then drew my attention again and I realized structures had formed and I stood before a city. I focused on him again and he began showing me the negatives qualities "I" (whoever that was) possessed that my father did too. These are characteristics I have striven not to have. As I focused on this knowledge the leaved-man departed me and I tried to open my eyes as reality began to shift back, only to realize my eyes were open.
I sat there and slowly returned to "myself" and just basked in the visuals and analyzed "me" for what seemed like forever. Everything began turning into patterns and I would close my eyes and open them periodically to see how it affected the world around me, and every time it would change the patterns and colors. It felt like the visuals would hype back up every so often. I eventually ventured further back to reality, and I began shedding parts of my psych that I decided were having a negative impact on my life. I was able to detach myself from "home" and lay down on the ground and made nature my safe place instead of always running back to my house to rest and remove myself from what's "out there."
I was there for who knows how long, but it was definitely the strongest experience I've had with spice.
Thanks for reading!
I hope I was able to convey my trip well enough!