Last night i did dmt, it was horrible. Dont get me wrong, the drug was great, but the situation made it bad. I was at my sisters house and we had discussed what was gonna go down. We agreed, everyone is quiet, there would be no strange people. The only reason anyone else was there was because i wanted to describe as much of the experience into a camera (people often forget there experience if they dont do this, just like talking about a dream right when you wake up) , and other people wanted to hear my discription. I got into position, started smoking it down, and once i had smoked the whole thing, and i was starting to loose my shit(in a good way), two random dudes walk into the room and start talking loudly. One decided it would be a good idea to sit right next to me and start yakin in my goddamn ear. This happened right after we had a long discussion about not having weird people. I dont even like being around new people when im Sober! The trip, which could have been a intense spiritual experience, was not only turned into some cheap party drug instantly, but it was bad trip central. This all happened about 12 hours ago and i still have an anxious/angry vibe that just wont leave. I had such high expectations of this experience, just to have it screwed over because people dont know how to respect a psychedellic experiences, and other peoples wishes. But i have to say, even with it all being fucked, it was still decent, and was definitley interesting. I was still able to have a few moments where i would fly into hyperspace. During the times i actually left my head there where two major themes, one was that i had, basically, windows into a world that looked like an alex grey painting, but the windows flew by me like cars passing by at night and the lights hitting your eyes(i dont know if that makes sense). The other think that kept happening was, well, idk how to explain this exactly, but it was like... if what you see(your vision) was a painting, there would be small slices everywhere that start to expand untill they take over, and on the other side of the painting is a world that looked like a goddamn kelidoscope. It was intense. I will try again tonight, but it will be by myself, in a cool, completley silent basment with no distractions. I will post tommorrow and share my unadulterated experience
