DMT is strange stuff. It has a strong, alien smell. It smells like mothballs. Somehow you feel like you can tell you are looking at something mind warping. It seems to have a presence of its own. Placed in a glass bubble pipe and heated it creates a thick white vapor with a taste as strange and foreboding as the appearance and smell. At that point there is no longer just a vague sense that you are in the presence of something powerful. Before you exhale the first hit you are already being propelled into something awesomely intense, overwhelming.

I set down the pipe with my last vestige of control. A moment of near panic; "I think I must have gotten too much!" flashes through my head as reality implodes into the space behind my eyes. The room twists and vibrates so much I have no choice but to close my eyes. I feel like I am shaking along with everything else that makes up my reality.

I see faces around me, looking at me. Fantastically strange until I realize that most if not all of the faces staring at me are my own at which point it becomes even stranger! I have to laugh at loud at the absurdity of it. I open my eyes for a second, but the picture isn't much different. Faces swarm around me and every time I bring one into focus it turns out to be myself.

My eyes alternate between open and closed as I begin asking myself what I am experiencing. Some part of me knows I am on a drug, name unimportant, but what I really want to know is "What the hell?!?" Theories present themselves rapidly. Maybe I am experiencing multiple parallel realities simultaneously. Perhaps time has folded itself until I see it overlapping past and future into one. Fleeting ideas that only leaves me more amazed. More laughter bubbles out of me.

I am returning now. I still feel the DMT strongly, but reality is coalescing into its familiar shape. I can recall almost all of the experience, I am still up, glowing fiercely and stunned by the elegant chaotic beauty of it. I feel cleansed and happy, a ball of explosive joy.

The next twenty minutes are blissful but much of the detail seeps away quickly. I am left with the highlights, vivid memories of an incredible, strange and beautiful peek into another form of reality. I smoke most of the residue left in the pipe, which helps me maintain my elevated state but fails to propel me into anything visionary again.

My thoughts later go to the inevitable comparisons. It has characteristics in common with 5-MeO-DMT and Salvia and high mushroom doses. They are similar but not the same. The DMT is strange yet intimate, like a very dear old friend you haven't seen in many years…

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