My first DMT experience was three days ago. Previously, I had positive experiences with both LSD & high psylocibin doses within the last year. Those experiences were catalysts for many positive changes in my life, as if I was given the opportunity to redefine my own limits in my daily life. The prospect of DMT was very exciting to me, as I had already experienced the healing effects psychedelics can bring. Even still, I had a great deal of anxiety in all of the anticipation leading up to the time of the experience. I felt experienced in psychedelics, but this was something new, something different. I accepted that anticipatory anxiety as part of the process and volunteered to go first because I knew it would disappear the moment I took it, which wound up being the words my hostess spoke as I was going to take my turn. Overcoming fear is what this is all about, am I right? And that's exactly what happened. I smoked Chonga from a bong, 2+ hits, and laid back on a pillow & blanket, headphones with music on & eyeshades that allowed my eyes to stay fully open. All of a sudden I felt pressed down into the floor, unable to move, but it felt womb-like & safe. Then my field of vision was flooded by this stream of little bubble-like beings. The background was black and the definition of any form was a constant morphing of iridescence. (This aspect endured throughout the whole experience, where the only color I saw was in the iridescent morphing lines that defined any form or object.) These bubble-like beings were full of energy & love and were so excited to see me, welcoming me, just surging at me, eventually enveloping me. Then there was a scene change, like that phase ended & a new one began. The music I was listening to seemed to be composing the visuals and it just tickled me, like a joyful surge whenever I realized that again. One song was kind of Salsa and these little morphing, iridescent objects were dancing and surging with energy, like putting on a show for me. Throughout the experience, phases seemed to end & a new one would begin because the visuals changed speed & form. At one point I observed an Egyptian lady, like the statues with robes & a wig, but she had an elephant face. She was tending to something in front of her, either gardening or getting water from a river. She appeared to be arranging the objects in front of her. By now the visuals did not fill my whole spectrum of vision but were still very active. I made a choice in the moment to not just take it all in, as I had been, but to actually take a closer look at one of these morphing, iridescent forms. It appeared to be myself, laying on the ground motionless in the fetal position. I assumed it to be that anxious, fearful part of myself, paralyzed by overwhelming fear. Then a saw a figure of my strong self approach & attempt to comfort my weak self. Talking soothing words got no response. I thought to myself how I would comfort my 2 young girls if they were in such a state. So my strong self laid down next to my weak self and spooned her in an embrace. After a time, strong self got up, stepped away, reached upward, & was replenished by a surge of love & energy from above. Then she laid back down to comfort weak self. Watching this, I thought to myself "I really can do it now" meaning I felt strong enough now to accept my weak self with compassion & that is because l realized I can always be replenished from above when I tire. My experience ended after 35 minutes when my husband tapped me on the shoulder & I took the eye-shades & headphones off. (The whole time with the shades it was funny and marveling to try to figure out if my eyes were open or closed.) I felt I could have stayed right there where I was for an indeterminable amount of time, really. I felt so safe & peaceful there.