Submitted by Kniphofia on Tue, 03/13/2012 - 7:35pm
A couple years ago for my birthday my scientist friend and hallucinogen hookup gave me ten grams of DMT for my birthday (Read: Thats one metric fuckload of DMT), that weekend I went on a four hour DMT binge, by myself. After about 200 minuets of normal tripping, everything started to feel off, then my trip stopped suddenly. All I saw was a tunnel, I came to the end of the tunnel. I had been here before, so was not worried.(Near death experiences happen about every tenth time I do DMT) Then I broke through the end of the tunnel. There was my guardian. He was standing there with a puzzled expression on his face, his arms outstretched. He said "Why are you here!!!???" "How the fuck did you get here!!??" Then, that was it. He said, “Game over. You took too much. That’s it. You’re done. No more. Game over.” I was dead. I was deader than dead. That was it. I didn’t expect to come back at all. I spent what felt like a million life times in total darkness, I was barely aware, I felt no body or brain, it was just my basic conscience, all I knew was I am dead, I will be dead forever. And that’s all I could do. Then, for the slightest insistence, I saw a flash. I thought, “I can fight this now”, so I fought so hard to clear my head, the darkness shattered. I came out of the DMT world, the drug was still in effect, but it was changing things in my world, not putting me in another one, everything looked like lines drawn on paper, I could barely stand. What had happened is that the bad taste of the DMT (like burnt plastic) had made me throw up and I was on my back, so I was choking, that’s what killed me during my trip. I threw up on my bed room floor and passed out in a sleep like state, I awoke about ten minutes later with the familiar afterglow.
I avoided most drugs for a couple of months afterwards.