My first experience with DMT did not actually involve me smoking it. I was in Japan with three of my friends, and we passed a legal drug stand peddling it. We asked the legal drug dealer about its quality (earlier during the same trip we had bought something called “super joint,” which made everyone pass out and have terrible nightmares). The dealer said that if we didn’t believe him about the quality, we should take a hit right there on the sidewalk and, if we were still standing afterwards, it would be free. Sold.
We got back to our hotel room and divided the hit into two bowls. DMT burns up too quickly if exposed to a direct flame, so you need to vaporize it. In this way it’s similar to crack, insofar that you’re supposed to use a crack pipe to smoke it. But we didn’t have a crack pipe, so we just used normal weed bowls. My other friend who also wasn’t smoking and I were the trip sitters.
Both the smokers laid back on separate beds and sparked up at the same time. My fellow trip sitter cracked a joke, which made one of the smokers laugh, automatically wasting his hit. The other smoker held it in for as long as he could, and it seemed to work.
After a minute or two, he got to his feet, saying something about melting wallpaper. He slammed into the dresser and started heading for the window. My friend and I had to tackle him to the floor and hold him down for five minutes before he calmed down. When we told him what he had done, all he said was, “You have no idea what I saw.”
Fast forward three years, and one of my friends, a Chemistry Major, managed to extract/synthesize/whatever a batch of DMT with a bunch of ingredients he had ordered online and equipment he had “borrowed” from his college’s labs. He loaded a dash of the yellowish-brown crystalline powder into a glass pipe. Once again, we didn’t have a crack pipe, but my friend had managed to whip something together out of some more equipment he had “borrowed” from his school. I’ve since tried to find a substitute, trying light bulbs and even a marijuana vaporizer, but nothing works quite as well as that MacGyver-like shit he made.
I sat up and inhaled hard through the pipe as my friend heated it. The smoke was light grey and had a taste I can only describe as “chemical,” sort of like the smell of plastic burning. I made sure to hold it in as long as I could before exhaling. Luckily, there were no jokes.
“Take one more,” my friend said, and I did. After my third hit, I felt the effects coming on.
“Take one more,” my friend was saying over and over again, like a parrot on meth. His voice began to echo, as if ten clones of him were all nagging me. I couldn’t move much, but I managed to look around the room. My vision was like a photograph taken with a camera on a really low shutter speed and really high exposure. The colors became brighter and spilled out of objects’ borders. The physical world looked fluid, like the surface of a lake. Images overlapped and bled together.
I once read an account that said smoking DMT is like “being shot out of a cannon and traveling through the entire universe; then having the entire universe shot out of a cannon and into your head.” In my experience, a DMT trip is like compressing an eight-hour acid trip into fifteen minutes. The come-up is so rapid that reality deteriorates before your eyes within a matter of seconds. The entire trip has a sort of extreme velocity so that at its peak you are just fucking gone. It’s like a roller coaster charging up an incline, but when you hit the apex you go flying off the track, sailing through the air. When I peaked, I was no longer in my friend’s bedroom. I wasn’t with him, my other friend, or my girlfriend anymore. I was swimming through an ocean of neon colored fractal patterns. I was hearing beautiful music comprised of different ringing frequencies, each which inexplicably corresponded to one of the colors I was seeing. It’s hard to describe.
It didn’t last long. Eventually, the sounds quieted and the colors receded into the background. Upon returning to reality, I immediately had two thoughts:
1. “What the fuck was that?”
2. “Did I just shit my pants?”
The world was still fluid and its coloring was off, but second by second everything was falling back into place. Objects returned to their original shapes. I felt wet all over, like I had been dunked into a tub of cold water. Everyone was silent and expectantly staring at me. I couldn’t move, but felt like I had to say something.
“I feel like God just punched me in the face” was the only thing I could say. I complained to my girlfriend that I was soaked in sweat, but after touching me she said that I was totally dry. I eventually got to my feet and staggered to the bathroom, where I checked my pants and, thankfully, found them shit-free.
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haha…good stuff.
02.24.09 at 11:07 am
Your overuse of quotation marks makes me want to poke you in the eye with a dinner fork.It also leads me to believe your experience with DMT is nothing more than watching youtube videos of people on DMT and talking about it.(much like myself)Or you could just be a really bad writer unable to convey any sense of an experience you may have had.
02.24.09 at 11:15 am
This was good, but it belongs on erowid with all the other ‘trip’ stories.
02.24.09 at 11:18 am
good read. much enjoyed
02.24.09 at 11:27 am
TWO WORDS:
Terence McKenna
02.24.09 at 11:28 am
fuck yeah…dmt is beautiful
02.24.09 at 11:58 am
Did you see little machine elves?
02.24.09 at 12:07 pm
This sounds promising, I was wanting to try Salvia but read too much. Wanted to get DMT in high school but only did loads of acid and shrooms and some bunk mesc.
This sounds fun and not too heady. Where to get? I’m in NYC and don’t know anyone from Vermont.
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02.24.09 at 12:14 pm
I didn’t read the article, but I love the giant balloon bush in the photo. It looks like the PIL album cover x Radiohead.
Vagina.
02.24.09 at 12:14 pm
You are a fuckin’ pussy. Where are your goddamn push ups?
02.24.09 at 12:27 pm
i couldn’t believe how geometric the visuals were but when i saw a rainbow a few weeks later i was like’-ahhhhh!
now shoot me.
02.24.09 at 12:34 pm
Chihuly and DMT, give me a taste.
02.24.09 at 12:49 pm
so scaly. thims make me think of my rast acid tlip. velly, velly bad. good wliting.
02.24.09 at 12:55 pm
What the ass? Your lesbian lover goes through all that trouble to order a bunch of shit and make a drug, and you latch key kids don’t even have the proper pipe to use?
And who the hell makes their own drugs anymore? Don’t you know that’s how AIDS got started?
02.24.09 at 1:31 pm
trim it down to a paragraph and i might actually read this.
02.24.09 at 2:01 pm
This sounds EXACTLY like when I smoked two hits of salvia at a party. Swimming through fractal color fields with fuzzy ass “music”. Salvia’s still legal I think. Pretty sure you can get it at a head shop on grand.
02.24.09 at 2:05 pm
Lets get one thing straight. Salvia is a joke. It does absolutely nothing (the reason it is legal in the US). Sour Diesel is stronger then that. If anyone things that salvia is anywhere near the great god that is DMT, they are “fucking amateurs”. Terence McKenna is the truth. Machine elves are real!
02.24.09 at 2:27 pm
Work Drugs!
02.24.09 at 2:28 pm
what this writer experienced was close to death. as Mckenna often said “we’re all holding.” DMT naturally occurs in humans. our fractal lobes (the third eye) is where it is stored. the only time it is released is when you die. you havent lived until youve smoked a few hits of this shit.
oh yeah, the style of pipe doesnt matter, a bong works fine.
02.24.09 at 2:43 pm
I wish I could find someone about to come up on DMT and just stab them in the leg. Like the calf so they wouldn’t bleed to death, but deep. I think that would be cool.
02.24.09 at 2:52 pm
^^ probably wouln’t notice till afters
02.24.09 at 2:55 pm
‘you havent lived until youve smoked a few hits of this shit”
well apparently you haven’t died either
02.24.09 at 2:59 pm
DMT doesn’t just get released when a person dies, it also gets released when you are in a lucid dream state.
02.24.09 at 3:25 pm
Tony Cornheiser you sound like some kind of mutant frat boy hippie.
02.24.09 at 3:31 pm
DMT is awesome, but this made it sound boring. Anyone can say, “oh em gee, it was like acid but times a million”… blah blah..
If anyone wants a REAL description of what the fuck DMT is about, Joe Rogan does it proper: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grcqs9cDuN8
02.24.09 at 3:45 pm
thanks for the heads up on that joe rogan clip. that dude is fucking smart! wow! its amazing that almost a million people have watched that video.
02.24.09 at 4:13 pm
dmt is nothing like chihuly
02.24.09 at 5:32 pm
i could bullshit about dmt all day so ill just skip it and say that joe rogan kicks ass
“humans are the mold on the bread that is earth” how that shits not eched in stone somplace is beyond me.
02.24.09 at 5:58 pm
@sully isn’t it interesting how “matrix”y that sounds, the whole humans-infecting-the-earth thing…
and then you realize that DMT is basically the perfect drug to actually harvest humans with.. you know, like… matrix-style.
02.24.09 at 7:30 pm
what if you shat yourself?
02.24.09 at 11:50 pm
once i shat myself…ON WEED.
02.25.09 at 12:13 am
Salvia is dooooope my fave trip so far (I’ve done a lot of drugs), never done DMT though. Oh how I want it.
02.25.09 at 1:02 am
UR DOING IT RONG: you sound like a straight up loser who can’t even score the simplest of drugs. Like I said… fucking amateur. Asking where to get DMT on S.C. You don’t even have clue #1. Saying you wanted to try Salvia, but read too much about it. It doesn’t get any lamer then that. Congrats… you sir, are an asshole.
02.25.09 at 2:22 pm
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