My first couple of times smoking DMT were while alone. In fact most of my trips with friends over, they are in the hallway outside my trip room. Most of my friends trip in a cleared space while we are keeping quiet right outside the door listening for commotion or signs of distress once they've blasted off.
I do this to facilitate a more introspective trip as I didn't want another persons presence interfering with my psyche.
I have a lot of confidence in myself, and was in a safe space I was readily familiar with, the first time. I had just gotten home from graduating college, I hadn't yet found a place to move out yet, so I was staying at my mothers house. Her and her husband had left to go to a fine dinner at a nice restaurant hours away, so I knew that no one would surprise me while tripping face. The neighborhood is very sparse as well. I was at the house all alone.
I set up my trip space in a large back bathroom and I locked the doors. On the floor I layed out every single blanket I could find, much was from a storage closet. I also put out a lot of pillows, in the thoughts that if I started to move I may be disoriented. I had on dim lights. I sat down in the middle of the blankets expecting to lay down and close my eyes once the hit took effect.
Then I sparked my first successful attempt and the colors consumed me.
My First TimePersonally I feel more into doing DMT alone, and have several times, though I go to great lengths to make sure the space is safe and cleared with many aesthetic focal points before launch. I also make sure to clear my mind as well.
The human body has many self preservation instincts and I feel while in that state, for me personally (everyone is different), I feel these instincts heightened. Though the change in perception and the rush is freaky. I don't think I could hurt myself, though that's just been my experience. Once while tripping I wandered my house, turned my phone on record (I don't remember doing this), picked up my guitar, became a cosmic guitar with strings that stretched across the universe where the resonance chamber was a black hole echoing the colorful music, into the cosmos, there was no "me" in this scene just a mandala made of colorful music the size of a galaxy stretching towards eternity. When I came down I calmly set the guitar down and a more colorful super LSD type trip took over. Then I stopped the recording from my phone. To my surprise it sounded like alien blues.
Alien Blues"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather."