So, idk if this thread is dead but I just woke up from the fuckiest dream and had to look it up online, which lead to this thread haha... So anyway, earlier tonight, I took a couple hits of dmt and felt nothing, which was a combination of relief and disappointment haha, but this is normal because shrooms and salvia have little to no effect on me in less than... Substantial quantities. Anyway, I had a hard time falling asleep tonight and when I finally did, I was transported to this party I had been to a year or so back... Except I had just cashed a bowl in a bong of dmt (in my dream). As soon as I blasted off, I consumed about a gallon of alcohol (obviously enough to kill a 100 pound girl several times over haha). The next thing I know, my friend is throwing up this liquid that looked like mercury all over the place. I mean everywhere... It was dripping from the ceilings and getting all over everyone. It switches to water and we all relax, but I can't get it out of my head. I take a few more hits: the taste is so realistic I had no idea it was a dream... Same ole shitty plasticy taste. This time when I blast off... It's mild and just keeps going. I walk into a room and I'm at one of my parents dinner parties and they're all hammered beyond belief hanging out with six men who don't speak English... I insist I have to drive my mom home because I'm the only sober one (?) but she denies it so I go back to my party. We run out of alcohol so we drive back to my house. I get into the shower and right as I'm stepping in, I see myself stepping out... So I throw punches and ultimately kill myself... I close my eyes and other dead me disappears... As I'm taking the shower, I keep my eyes closed so I don't hallucinate anymore because all I was seeing were more forms of myself which was terrifying... It was like I could see the string theory, every possible opportunity and decision was yielding a different outcome and I could see through it all. This is when I started to feel drunk. We all know how difficult drunk showers are, so I slid to the floor and got six phone calls at once. I answered one from a friend I hadn't seen in three years and she goes on to tell me that I called her when I was blasting off and she was worried about the stuff I was saying. Frustrated because I'm too drunk to talk, I hang up and walk out to meet my friends to go back to the party... We have those big jugs that are used for holding water full of absinthe (something I've never ever tried) and all of a sudden, we're 14 years old and my parents come home. I go into my room to find somewhere to hide the jugs and find six puppies have completely destroyed my room and all of my stuff is packed into boxes as if I'm getting kicked out. I assume they belong to the Mexican men and think nothing of it... Just pet them. I hide the jugs and realize that this trip is way too scary, so I go to my window and see the most perfect day out one window and the scariest night out the other. There are vans and guns (random haha) outside the night window so completely terrified I jump into the beautiful day which instantly turns sour and then I hit the ground and it's all over, just complete darkness, as if I'm awake while sleeping and see... Sleep itself.... I slowly woke up and have what feels like a god awful headache. It was just too realistic to handle...
So to answer your question, it happened to me and was the most fucked up thing I've ever experienced... Completely realistic and dmt esque, how it'd be in real life... My mind was just raped and I don't know how I feel about reality anymore haha..
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