Hello all, SWIM am fairly new but here is a FOAF most neurotic moment of life.. SWIM doesnt share these thoughts usually.. my first time stepping into hyperspace a friend told me to come over and trip with him, my thoughts we'll dose on some white on white, if ya know what i mean.. far from it lol. well SWIM got there and he pulls a little jar out and a bowl. at first SWIM was like wtf is this and he broke down and told me about dmt and we did abit of research just so SWIM could verify what he was taking he was 16 at the time.. and he loaded what he called a breakthrough dose come to find out it was about 4x more than regular people needed but who would've thought.. so SWIM hit the bowl and take it all in 2 huge pulls..SWIM sat there for a moment and then he exhaled he thought he was done but boy was he wrong. SWIM started seeing very complex geometrical shapes rushing passed him at what seemed like lightspeed and he was sitting still, at this moment my friend is trying to talk to me asking if he was alright, he could read his lips but he couldn't hear a single word.. and then the anxiety started to rush on, SWIM was in a house full of people and for SWIM tripping in very social enviorments tend to make he anti social. well SWIM ran to the bathroom and then got very uncomfortable like SWIM didn't know why he was wearing clothes but he had to get them off, so SWIM ripped off his shirt and took his pants off then sat on his toilet in his boxers trying to regain composure. SWIM is normally great with tryptamines.. so SWIM got a rushing urge to vomit, SWIM had a bare minimal of maybe a ounce of acid as i was on a empty stomach.. 5 minutes later SWIM left the bathroom perfectly normal and ever since then SWIM has had quite spiritualistic journeys doing n,n dmt.
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