Decided to start celebrating thanksgiving a couple days early, I'm roughly 8 drinks in (standard beer & wine servings) and my wife was at around 5 drinks.
We watched a documentary which was following the comedian Shane Mauss as he talked about his psychedelic adventures, and others in the community contributed as well. There was certainly some things I disagreed with in it, but a few segments also really hit home for me. The doses of DMT I have stored away in a nearby location really started weighing on my mind.
My wife has never had a sub-breakthrough dose, and one of my recent smaller doses was while heavily intoxicated. I suggested to her that from my past experience, the alcohol buzz really kills the pre-flight jitters, and 15-25mg could be a wonderful experience to shape the night. She wholeheartedly agreed, and off we went.
She preferred silence while breaking through, but wanted music with the smaller dose. I queued up "Around the World in a Tea Daze" by Shpongle, which she's thoroughly enjoyed on previous acid trips. Loaded the vapor genie with around 20mg while she meditated to the intro. As the build up was coming on, I gave her the first hit, which was fairly weak, but she held it in long. Gave her a second after she exhaled the first, and the second was a huge hit but with instant coughing. I then pulled away and wished her a happy trip.
She came back roughly 7 minutes later saying it was a wonderful warm and fuzzy feeling, similar to when she's gotten really deep meditating. She said she felt a total loss of her body, but her mind was still fully intact and the visuals were mild at best. I asked her if she'd like to dive deeper, and she was hesitant but willing. I then loaded up 30mg into the pipe.
This time, I let her know that I'd be inhaling the residual of her hits... (whatever was left in the pipe that she couldn't clear)... and that I'd also likely be taking a hit of whatever resin is left after she's done with her two hits.
The first hit, I'm honestly not sure what she got from it. The pipe looked cloudy so I tried to pull it away before she started coughing, but when she exhaled I didn't see much smoke coming from her mouth. The second hit was solid though, nice milky smoke/vapor, and she held it long.
I pulled the VG away right as I looked at her face and saw she was at her max, and cleared the rest myself. I asked her if she wanted a third, to which she emphatically shook her hear "NO" as she held the smoke in. The hit I got was a whole hell of a lot more than I expected, and I held it for a few seconds then began coughing. The familiar taste and instant cerebral warmth let me know that things were about to get interesting.
I leaned back in my chair, cranked up the music, and put the lighter to the pipe. My goal was to get a small taste of that mind state, so that once she was fully down and sober from her trip I could reload and takeoff on my own. DMT didn't give a fuck about my plans.
Instantly after inhaling, I knew I had a solid hit. I think my first hit was starting to kick in as well. I also think I underestimated how much resin was left in the pipe. I honestly don't even remember exhaling the hit, I was already gone.
'Me' ceased to exist. I was lost in a kaleidoscope of color and geometrical patterns. Not just lost, but sucked into it. The feeling was "Oh, you feel nice. Feel this alcohol buzz, we're taking that from you. Where we're going, those comforts do not apply". I was instantly stripped of any pleasure and good feeling in my life, and it was replaced by dread and a feeling of being existentially fucked. It was like I'd been caught doing something bad, and the penalty was something a whole lot worse than any earthly being could imagine. I had just wanted a slightly altered mindstate, and instead I was in store for a foreseeable future of mindfuckery and metaphysical torture.
Then..., it's practically over. I was still very loaded, my reality felt like somewhere between being underwater in a fish tank and being some sort of computer simulation, but I wasn't a slave to whatever had control of me before. I was still on another fucking planet so to speak, but I was on a different level where the inhabitants weren't going to be so harsh to me, or maybe to put it in other terms... my ego was going to be at least slightly intact.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, these entities started coming after me. They were shaped like... I really don't know, very computer animation like but rounded, with no pointed edges, their movements were very reptile-like. They didn't attack me though, they tickled me. I think there were two of them, and they kept coming at me in waves, tickle attacking me.
Each time they came at me, I was giggling hysterically. A few tears were running down my face. I was cognizant that my wife was likely still tripping a few feet away, but I couldn't help but laugh. And it kept happening. And there was a christmas vibe, they were wearing santa or elf outfits and there were christmas decorations in the background, which is a similar theme to my last DMT dose a few weeks back. Each time they came at me it was like the universe hugged me and we all were just having a much needed laugh together.
I came down, but I still kept laughing. My mind was mostly clear of thoughts, with the occasional thought of what my wife must be thinking, but I still kept laughing. I'd try to start another train of thoughts, and just start laughing and go back to a blank mind.
After talking with my wife, she said her second experience was a stronger version of the first. She had visuals of being stuck in some sort of cube of geometrical anomalies, that were beautiful and she didn't mind at all being in. She said it was a "kind" place that felt "homey", that she felt like she missed it and wanted to be back there.
Overall, my takeaway is something I thought I'd learned years ago, go into every psychedelic experience expecting to get your ego wrecked regardless of the dosage and the expected effects. I would not say that alcohol synergizes well with DMT, but the adverse effects wore off quickly into the trip once I let go of the warmth and comfort of an alcohol buzz. I don't know if the same would've been true if I dosed higher. I'd say that I broke through partially, I don't necessarily think it's helpful to try to classify trips and fit them into categories. This was a very fluid and rapidly changing experience.
I'm still likely fairly drunk and also just lit up a spliff, so please excuse any weirdness in the post
Edited by feevers (11/26/19 10:56 PM)
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I like to enjoy a drink or 2 before tripping, I always find it mellows the come up out and intensifies the effects. only time I was wasted and tripped I passed out mid trip, woke up 4 hours later still tripping and was like wtf happened. definitely was a weird experience. I took a few rips of dmt after a few drinks, a tab and some shrooms, I didn't break through but had one of the most amazing chill visual experiences of my life. I wouldn't say alchohol doesn't vibe well, just have to keep the bac fairly low
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