Hello everyone.
I had a trip this Friday that I had made a thread about. Not sure if you all will know what I'm talking about, but I haven't responded since then for the following reasons:
I had dosed 1,000 MG seeds first. Then, a half hour later, dosed 3.5g rue. Finally, a half hour later, around 160mg of DMT. I am not going to go into large detail about everything that happened, but I ended up almost dying and woke up in the hospital in the ICU, with a tube down my throat. If my friends hadn't called the paramedics, I would be dead. I just wanted to let everyone know that it's been fun. A thrilling ride. However, I am quitting psychedelics and any drugs altogether. I now face drug charges and have a family and friends that had to go through this whole experience with me.
Thanks a bunch guys. Still throwing out those good vibes for you all!

The Trip ReportOk, so I'm going to attempt to write this report out for you guys to give you a better understanding of how this night went, and more importantly, a reason to avoid this scenario entirely.
What I dosed:
Smoked a bowl of cannabis.
1000 MG seeds, CWE.
3.5g Syrian Rue.
~160mg DMT orally. Not capsules, just powder and chased with Gatorade.
In that order. Giving about an hour before rue, and an hour or so before DMT.
I got off work and went straight home to prepare for the trip. I had been nervous about it the entire day. Something didn't feel right and I had told my buddy at work that I was seriously rethinking this trip. This was my first time attempting Pharma, and I wasn't sure how it was going to go. I had originally planned to do 200mg, but the extreme nausea from the LSA and the rue made me drop it down.
Now, before I get into this trip, be aware that I am no stranger to heavy psychedelic experiences. I've had several 10g+ shroom trips as well as a strip of acid, among other heavy acid trips under my belt. All of which were completed with my integrity relatively intact. I've also dosed 1250 MG seeds before.
Ok, so after drinking the LSA water, I immediately wished I hadn't haha. It is seriously vile and made me cringe going down. I let that sit in my stomach for a little while I boiled my rue. I accidentally boiled my pot dry with my rue in it, so I was forced to restart and boil some more. After straining my rue water into a glass, I took gulps and eventually got it down, chasing with Sprite (gross, I know.) I had to smoke more after this because I really, really wanted to vomit.
About an hour later, I threw 160mg DMT into my mouth and choked it down with some Gatorade.
So the trip begins...
I am sitting in my computer chair, there is an ambient mix playing on Youtube. Oh, mind you, my girlfriend and two buddies are lightly tripping and enjoying themselves on my couches. I feel like shit, and I know this trip is about to hit hard, real hard.
I yell to my buddy across my apartment, "Dude, get ready. Shit's about to hit the fan..." I remember saying that very clearly. After that, blackout.
My girlfriend told me what had happened though. Apparently, I stood up, and sat down on my floor against the wall. She came over to see how I was doing, which wasn't well I'm sure. She had put a bowl next to me, just incase I needed to throw up.
After this, I got up and leaned against the back of my couch. I couldn't really stand apparently. My friends started to worry at this point because I'm usually very in control when I trip. Never have I ever lost it like this. I then fell onto my couch and sat up. My eyes were pitch black they said.
This is where I start remembering a little again. And this part is what haunts me.
Imagine never knowing what being conscious is like. Never knowing what vision, sounds, people, yourself, anything is. I came out of blackness and I could see things. Very distorted images of my friends. The music sounded absolutely terrible and was throbbing in my head. Who are these people? What am I hearing? What IS hearing? What is consciousness? How did I get here? Think of ego death on top of ego death. Like being born again. I was absolutely terrified. Had the thought, "Am I dead? Have I ever even been alive?" All the while I am rocking back and forth, hands over my ears. I then had a moment where I attempted to get in control. I kept saying "We're good. We're good." And tried to calm down. It didn't work. In my mind though, I wasn't saying anything except "Bah... Bah Bah see ee." Among other nonsense. I remember my girlfriend crying and saying, "This has never happened before."
At this point things took a turn for the worse. I slid down the side of my couch, in between it and my coffee table. My friends decided to move my furniture and let me writhe around on the carpet. This is when they started contemplating calling 911 I think. They decided to wait it out to see if things got better. They didn't.
Apparently, I was slamming my head into the ground, and talking in what was described as a demonic voice, saying, "What the fuck is going on?" over and over and over. I had contorted my body into what was comparable to The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I also couldn't breathe, and was GASPING for air. This is when they called 911. I must have been going crazy because the rug burns on my face, elbows, and knees are still healing. As well as the spot on my forehead where I was slamming it into the ground.
Another moment I remember; the paramedics had put a shot in my back to calm me down, but not put me out. Then put me on a gurney/stretcher. This is when I KNEW I was dead. I was looking up at several men in uniform I didn't know. They had me on this clothe (stretcher) and, in my mind, this was a body bag. No way I was making it out of this alive.
That's the last thing I remember before waking up in the ICU with a tube down my throat.
Please be careful everybody. Things can and will go wrong if you are irresponsible like this. I usually trip alone, but thank god I invited my friends to join me, or I may not be here to tell you what went down.