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Ok so I want to preface this with that this happened about 3 years ago.

So I had a lot of curiosity about psychedelics at this period of my life. I had tried shrooms, boosted my dose and had a super intense trip one time at the beach off 4g of PE plus smoking a 38% THC joint at the peak. The peak of that trip was so intense and had me curious if to that is what DMT is like.

So naturally I had to dive further.

Now, I can neither confirm nor deny that I extracted my own (while I was tripping on psilocybin hahaha) and put it in PG juice in a refillable vape cartridge. This is how I planned on consuming this mysterious substance.

Now that I have my deems vape, I decided I was going to smoke it in a bowling alley bathroom when I was bowling with my friends. (PSA: Now that I’m older and more experienced with psychedelics, this was a DUMB idea. Please PLEASE take set and setting seriously!)

I hit my vape. I remember the smoke felt super harsh and I thought I didn’t extract it right or diluted it too much because I wasn’t feeling it exactly instantly like I had heard on trip reports I had read on the internet. I took three hits and tried to hold it in for as long as I could. After exhaling the third hit, I gave up because I wasn’t noticing anything, so I walked out of the bathroom….

That’s when it hit me.

You know how bowling venues only have a limited array of bowling lanes on the backside of the room? Well once I walked out of the bathroom, there were infinite bowling lanes on BOTH sides.

I turned around and the bathroom door was gone. But the appearance of the venue had changed. It looked much more grandiose and almost like the inside of palace, while still keeping the lanes and people actively bowling.

But the people weren’t exactly… people. They seemed to be angels or residents of a higher dimension. All having faces on all sides of their heads and multiple arms with inexplicable clothing… like wearing impossible colors that aren’t part of our normal color spectrum in the universe.

At this point, I thought I must have passed onto the next life, or poisoned myself with my homemade extract.

I spent what i can best describe felt like days but at the same time no time at all walking down this infinite and heavenly/purgatory-ish bowling hall.

At this point, I knew I had no choice but to interact with my new reality.

I approached one of these “Tryptamites” (for the sake of this trip report, I will call the DMT-land people tryptamites) and asked this genderless figure one question: “am I dead?”

Now i don’t know how to describe the way this tryptamite looked at me, but somehow I could see its eyes on the side of its head facing away from me point towards me.

The tryptamite began to laugh hysterically at my question, which in my mind seemed like a completely valid question. After a few minutes of having the laugh of its life, it then replied with: “no this is the most alive you will ever be or feel”.

The most alive I’ll ever be??? What does this even mean?! I’m completely convinced that I ingested some toxic solvent and destroyed my brain or something, but somehow this is the most alive I will EVER BE or FEEL???

So naturally I wanted to know what this means. I began to ask the tryptamite to explain to me what it meant. Mister or miss (genders don’t really exist or matter in deemsville) replied by asking me “you aren’t from here, are you?” I replied with “well considering I’m convinced I’m dead, clearly not”. The tryptamite chuckled and offered to guide me through its world. I asked if I had a choice; mister tryptamite said “absolutely not”. So I followed mister tryptamite.

Now I can’t remember every detail of this conversation, but I do remember walking or floating (I’m not sure, could have been either or as far as I’m concerned) down this infinite hall of bowling bliss and having the deepest conversation imaginable with this tryptamite for what felt like 24 hours straight. It introduced me to its tryptamite friends, which happened to be everyone in this infinite bowling hall. Mister tryptamite told me “we are all friends here. You will never experience a place with this much love in one place. This is what this place is built of”.

Now this comforted me greatly. I was assured that I was not in a hostile place. That being said, I was became overwhelmed with sadness… I thought I was in heaven and would never see my brother or mom or dad again, and I thought about how sad they would be if I left this world just because I wanted to get high.

The tryptamite read my mind and told me “this is only a glimpse of the other side, but you can’t take much of this information home with me”.

This statement reminded me that I was apparently still a human, which then reminded me about my friends that I was supposed to be bowling with. So I asked the tryptamite if it knew where my friends were and how I can get back to them.

The tryptamite replied with one phrase: “you are exactly where you’re meant to be”.

In the blink of an eye, BOOM! Back to reality. Somehow I was walking back to the lane where all my friends were.

I looked back, the tryptamite was gone and the bowling hall looked normal.

I asked my friends if I was acting outlandish or pacing around. They told me I looked completely normal and just walked back from the bathroom to their lane…

WHAT! How can this be?! I felt like I had wandered these halls for weeks and had a day long conversation with the tryptamite, all within TWO MINUTES??

As the minutes went by, it was as if I was trying to remember a dream but kept forgetting parts of it. I suppose that’s what the tryptamite meant by “you can’t take much of this back with you.”

What messed with me is how my subconscious took the wheel and guided me back to my friends despite my mind being completely out of this reality…

Anyway, that’s my DMT trip report. Hope you enjoyed reading!