This happened a few months back; I never wrote it up, but thought I'd share now.
I took what I thought was a somewhat smallish dose, 20mg maybe? I wasn't intending on breaking through.
Loaded it into the GVG. Huuuuge rip. Placed pipe down on table. Before I could "get cozy" (lie down, close my eyes, etc.) I lost my ego. Completely did not know where I was, who I was, that I had just smoked a drug, or anything. So this was an "eyes open" trip, like it or not.
I have a bunch of vertical blinds by the sliding glass door in my living room, OK? Bursting through them comes a warrior with light blue skin, riding a giant white stallion. He had military regalia you'd expect from 500 BC or so. He takes a bow.
Then following him through the vertical slats is another warrior, this one on an elephant, with an even more elaborate costume.
Mind you, I live in a two bedroom apartment and there's no way you could fit a horse in my living room much less an elephant, but like Alice in Wonderland, space was a malleable substance.
So the warriors bow to one another and start to duel. It's a very elegant duel, more of a dance: a choreographed presentation scripted down to every clink and clank. They adeptly pranced around the room and exchanged blows, but it was all an act. Nobody was really getting hurt here.
Finally the show was over and they both leaned in close to me, as if to say, "So how did you like THAT?"
With them requesting my judgement I was both confused and startled. Huh, what? Who, me? Then I saw the GVG and it all came back to me. My state of utter confusion turned into "Oh, of course, I smoked DMT!!!" I was left jaw agape. And then there were no more warriors.
One of the oddest trips I've had.
I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes. — Walt Whitman