“Little gnomes carting us all around the Universe” – this is all I manage to write down after smoking DMT.
A lot has been written about the DMT trips, but here I’ll just talk about mine. This is a short post because the truth is that I really don’t remember much.
I do remember…
Multiple realities. Being pushed in a shopping cart (?) at exhilarating speeds by little beings in pointy hats. Everything flashing by at the speed of light and being shown a spectacle of the most inconceivable scope, scale and glory.
Then coming back to my body, laughing a lot, and forgetting almost all of it as I came to.
Is that real?
Inside five minutes you’re taken on a multidimensional journey by little gnomes chattering in some language you don’t understand? Then you forget it as quickly as you do a dream – it slips through your fingers just as you try your best to articulate it.
DMT is weird. If you haven’t tried any psychedelics before, or anything besides maybe alcohol or pot – I wouldn’t recommend trying DMT. It’s too strange, too different from our normal waking consciousness.
You really feel as if every part of you has been somewhere else. Physically, mentally, spiritually, everything – you are literally *gone* and then you come back.
I end the trip laughing, sit up and look at my friends.
What if I’ve gone crazy and from now on I can’t talk anymore – all I can do is laugh??
This is the last thought before I do say something.
“I’d really recommend you try to write it down,” says my friend, who has already had and forgotten his own trip.
I grab a pen and a piece of paper to try and do as he says, but this is all I can manage.
Well, what do you make of that?