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Hi guys, I am Sadie, my husbands name is Marco. I have written you my trip report on DMT. I hope you guys don't mind it is in English. Hope to hear back from you...
So, last friday night was the first DMT experience for my husband and me. As we are both none smokers, so neither of us is familliar with the feeling of smoke in our lungs. Even though we have done weed every now and again we always made tea wich works fine. So we were a little bit aprehancive about holding in the smoke, but we went in with a: This will be fine, just power through. Turns out, although we did our very best, the whole smoking part is what did us in. The fumes are so toxic and horrible tasting we could not really see it through the right way. Adding to that, creating just the right amount of smoke to inhale is very very hard. We used a glass pipe filled with 50mg and a torch lighter (blue flame).
My husband was the first to go. I held the pipe and lighter for him. We were very causious not to burn the DMT, so we started off slowly. Torch lighter aproximately 3 inches away from the glass bowl of the pipe. We were thinking this inhale isn't too bad and we can hold this in. Turns out, there wasn't enough smoke. My husband took 6 hits when a really tiny bit of fumes were visible. Not very much was happening but he layed his head back anyway to relax an see what would happen. He opened his eyes pretty quickly after a minute or so and said: This is a little bit dissapointing if this is it, I do see some patterns starting to form and morph. So we figured, I would go next and this time we need to hold the blue flame a little bit closer and wait before inhaling until we actually see more smoke start to form.
My turn, I wasn't as nervous as a little while ago because I saw my husband and he didn't have a very intense experience. I was like, just let's see what happens, maybe not that much for me either. This time my husband held the pipe for me and started off slow too. After two hits and holding it in nothing seemed to happen. I was aware things should start to look a little different by now. So while holding it in I gestured we need a little more smoke. He held the lighter closer, now we started seeing white smoke. I took a hit and held it in for as long as I clould. Shit, this is it... I felt the toxic fumes fill my lungs but I was able to hold it in quite alright. When I exhaled things were getting crazy really fast, it was overwhelming... My husband put the pipe to my mouth and encouraged me to take another hit. All the while the whole room was already looking fucked up. Everything had a sort of a neon glowing coulor edge. I remember gesturing to my husband O MY GOD, this is it, it is working... Keep it comming. I took a brave second hit. But by now, probably because of our enthousiasm, the smoke was built up pretty thick. I tried to hold this mother fucker in but it was way too toxic and strong. I tried to hold it in but my lungs just said, nah, not having this! I started to cough like crazy. I was like, shit, let's try again but it was already too hard for me to tell my husband to take it a little easy on the fumes. This was clearly too much. But I couldn't. I said (or gestured) it's okay, let me be. And then I put my head back and relaxed.
Patterns were forming immediately. More clearly with every second. In a predominantly black space I was seeing all sorts of patterns in blue and green. Constantly reshaping and morphing. I started to make out the shape of a woman in every pattern everywhere I looked. It was luring me in. I found myself inside a giant black cube, looking a another black cube hanging in the void, but everything was covered with the woman sort of speaking to me. I was not calm and collected when this all started, my heart was racing like crazy. I hoped the woman figure could calm me down. But It seemed she was not comforting me. I felt like I was there so she could set me straight. The more I listend to what she was trying to say the more I started to realise she was gesturing to me to shush and be quiet for once, she was placing her index finger over her lips and she had her eyes closed. This repeated over and over again. Slowly the blue and green colours turned more to red and ever so slowly everything started to feel going further and further away from me. It was all so intense, I realised I could not feel my body. I felt very very alone and abandonned there, abandonned from my loved ones. When I slowly started to come back I could very slowly begin to feel my body again, like I was litteraly coming back into my body. Hey I have hands, arms and legs again, there they are. I opened my eyes and it took a while before I could speak. Wow, that was really intense, is all I could muster... I am so glad to see you again I said to my husband, I felt so alone... Then I started to cry, just tears flowing. Not because I was sad, but because it was soooo intense. But I wasn't sure I liked the feeling, very overpowering. It took a while for me to fully relate to what I saw. It's wasn't until I started explaining what I felt and what I had seen that it all came back to me. I can understand that if you do this alone and not try and tell what you just experienced you forget it pretty quickly, like a dream you just had.
I was gone for like 2 to 3 minutes but it felt like 10 or 12 minutes. The message the trip seemed to give me was, don't talk so much all the time and try to listen to someone else for once. I will take it to heart. It felt confronting.
After relaxing for a bit and talking about it, my husband deciced he wanted a second try. Because after what I discribed it was clear that nothing really happend with him the first time. Now we knew we wanted to see a little bit of white smoke before starting the first hit. Just as it was for me, my husband managed to hold in one hit and the second one was already too taxing on his lungs. He coughed like crazy. I encouraged him to fulling inhale and exhale before going again and to calm himself. But just like me he just couldn't bare to go again and he tilted his head back and close his eyes. I watched him for about 6 minutes before he opened his again. It is hard for me to write down what he experienced so if he writes his trip report he will post his below. He had a slightly more comforting experience than me. He wasn't emotional like me when he came out but wasn't euphoric either.
I was very much in doubt if I wanted to put myself through it all again, I was rather reluctant to be honest. But I tought, if I don't go again now I might not ever do it again. I was hoping to walk way with a nice experience, something uplifting. This was not the case now. So I decided to go again later that evening. Rather hesitant we started again. Mostly so because of the fumes and the smell that are so fucking nasty. I took a first hit, very slowly, my heart was racing like crazy again. Immediately my whole body said NO! I felt my lungs were still sore from before and that hit hurt like hell... My throat ached like hell and the fumes did not even make it to my lungs because I started to cough really hard. I took a deep breath and my husband encouraged me to go again, but I just could not. I was gaging from the fumes and actually felt like I was gonna throw up, so nasty... I just said stop please, I am done, can't do this anymore...
After calming down I asked if he would like to try agian because he only got one expecience. To my surprise he said: Yes, let's try it. Are you sure your lungs can handle it? I said. I think so. And just like me, although he was really motivated, he coughed his lungs out immediately. We both felt our lungs hurt so bad and our throats ache. So that was it...
Aparently for none smokers this is not the way do do DMT. Maybe with a vaporiser we could give it another go, but that glass pipe is going in the trash can
Tips welcome!
So, last friday night was the first DMT experience for my husband and me. As we are both none smokers, so neither of us is familliar with the feeling of smoke in our lungs. Even though we have done weed every now and again we always made tea wich works fine. So we were a little bit aprehancive about holding in the smoke, but we went in with a: This will be fine, just power through. Turns out, although we did our very best, the whole smoking part is what did us in. The fumes are so toxic and horrible tasting we could not really see it through the right way. Adding to that, creating just the right amount of smoke to inhale is very very hard. We used a glass pipe filled with 50mg and a torch lighter (blue flame).
My husband was the first to go. I held the pipe and lighter for him. We were very causious not to burn the DMT, so we started off slowly. Torch lighter aproximately 3 inches away from the glass bowl of the pipe. We were thinking this inhale isn't too bad and we can hold this in. Turns out, there wasn't enough smoke. My husband took 6 hits when a really tiny bit of fumes were visible. Not very much was happening but he layed his head back anyway to relax an see what would happen. He opened his eyes pretty quickly after a minute or so and said: This is a little bit dissapointing if this is it, I do see some patterns starting to form and morph. So we figured, I would go next and this time we need to hold the blue flame a little bit closer and wait before inhaling until we actually see more smoke start to form.
My turn, I wasn't as nervous as a little while ago because I saw my husband and he didn't have a very intense experience. I was like, just let's see what happens, maybe not that much for me either. This time my husband held the pipe for me and started off slow too. After two hits and holding it in nothing seemed to happen. I was aware things should start to look a little different by now. So while holding it in I gestured we need a little more smoke. He held the lighter closer, now we started seeing white smoke. I took a hit and held it in for as long as I clould. Shit, this is it... I felt the toxic fumes fill my lungs but I was able to hold it in quite alright. When I exhaled things were getting crazy really fast, it was overwhelming... My husband put the pipe to my mouth and encouraged me to take another hit. All the while the whole room was already looking fucked up. Everything had a sort of a neon glowing coulor edge. I remember gesturing to my husband O MY GOD, this is it, it is working... Keep it comming. I took a brave second hit. But by now, probably because of our enthousiasm, the smoke was built up pretty thick. I tried to hold this mother fucker in but it was way too toxic and strong. I tried to hold it in but my lungs just said, nah, not having this! I started to cough like crazy. I was like, shit, let's try again but it was already too hard for me to tell my husband to take it a little easy on the fumes. This was clearly too much. But I couldn't. I said (or gestured) it's okay, let me be. And then I put my head back and relaxed.
Patterns were forming immediately. More clearly with every second. In a predominantly black space I was seeing all sorts of patterns in blue and green. Constantly reshaping and morphing. I started to make out the shape of a woman in every pattern everywhere I looked. It was luring me in. I found myself inside a giant black cube, looking a another black cube hanging in the void, but everything was covered with the woman sort of speaking to me. I was not calm and collected when this all started, my heart was racing like crazy. I hoped the woman figure could calm me down. But It seemed she was not comforting me. I felt like I was there so she could set me straight. The more I listend to what she was trying to say the more I started to realise she was gesturing to me to shush and be quiet for once, she was placing her index finger over her lips and she had her eyes closed. This repeated over and over again. Slowly the blue and green colours turned more to red and ever so slowly everything started to feel going further and further away from me. It was all so intense, I realised I could not feel my body. I felt very very alone and abandonned there, abandonned from my loved ones. When I slowly started to come back I could very slowly begin to feel my body again, like I was litteraly coming back into my body. Hey I have hands, arms and legs again, there they are. I opened my eyes and it took a while before I could speak. Wow, that was really intense, is all I could muster... I am so glad to see you again I said to my husband, I felt so alone... Then I started to cry, just tears flowing. Not because I was sad, but because it was soooo intense. But I wasn't sure I liked the feeling, very overpowering. It took a while for me to fully relate to what I saw. It's wasn't until I started explaining what I felt and what I had seen that it all came back to me. I can understand that if you do this alone and not try and tell what you just experienced you forget it pretty quickly, like a dream you just had.
I was gone for like 2 to 3 minutes but it felt like 10 or 12 minutes. The message the trip seemed to give me was, don't talk so much all the time and try to listen to someone else for once. I will take it to heart. It felt confronting.
After relaxing for a bit and talking about it, my husband deciced he wanted a second try. Because after what I discribed it was clear that nothing really happend with him the first time. Now we knew we wanted to see a little bit of white smoke before starting the first hit. Just as it was for me, my husband managed to hold in one hit and the second one was already too taxing on his lungs. He coughed like crazy. I encouraged him to fulling inhale and exhale before going again and to calm himself. But just like me he just couldn't bare to go again and he tilted his head back and close his eyes. I watched him for about 6 minutes before he opened his again. It is hard for me to write down what he experienced so if he writes his trip report he will post his below. He had a slightly more comforting experience than me. He wasn't emotional like me when he came out but wasn't euphoric either.
I was very much in doubt if I wanted to put myself through it all again, I was rather reluctant to be honest. But I tought, if I don't go again now I might not ever do it again. I was hoping to walk way with a nice experience, something uplifting. This was not the case now. So I decided to go again later that evening. Rather hesitant we started again. Mostly so because of the fumes and the smell that are so fucking nasty. I took a first hit, very slowly, my heart was racing like crazy again. Immediately my whole body said NO! I felt my lungs were still sore from before and that hit hurt like hell... My throat ached like hell and the fumes did not even make it to my lungs because I started to cough really hard. I took a deep breath and my husband encouraged me to go again, but I just could not. I was gaging from the fumes and actually felt like I was gonna throw up, so nasty... I just said stop please, I am done, can't do this anymore...
After calming down I asked if he would like to try agian because he only got one expecience. To my surprise he said: Yes, let's try it. Are you sure your lungs can handle it? I said. I think so. And just like me, although he was really motivated, he coughed his lungs out immediately. We both felt our lungs hurt so bad and our throats ache. So that was it...
Aparently for none smokers this is not the way do do DMT. Maybe with a vaporiser we could give it another go, but that glass pipe is going in the trash can
Tips welcome!
