I never really had any intention to try it. I was a daily stoner and had tripped just twice before, the first time on a 200ug tab of acid with my brother (I'll save that story for another time) and the second time on 300ug of acid alone in my room. After those two experiences I considered myself somewhat of a veteran when it came to psychedelics. I was a junior in high school at the time and a senior I knew from one of my classes who was also my main weed plug at the time, told me he had just picked up some DMT. I had heard a bit about it before, but was still curious. When I went home that day I started googling about it and by the end of the night there was no question in my mind, I would buy some.
That Friday a couple friends and I were planning on going to my friend's sister's apartment where we would go to smoke weed without worrying about parents being around. Just before leaving to the apartment, I stopped by my plug's house and waited for him to come out. I was more anxious than ever after reading so much about the crazy things this supposed God-Tier of psychedelics could do to you. The only thing that made me feel confident about trying it was knowing it typically only lasted 10-15 minutes which is almost nothing compared to the 8-12 hour trip acid usually is. After leaving my plug's house with enough for one dose I headed straight for the apartment. I hadn't told either of my friends there what I was planning on doing that night yet. An average Friday night for us there was smoking a couple bowls, drinking a few beers, and ordering some pizza, but as soon as I got there I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't have any kind of special pipe for it, but I did have my bong and I'd read that you can sandwich DMT in a bowl of weed if need be. My two friends there were already a couple beers deep and had some music going and a electric disco light in the corner. I told my friends what I was about to do, one didn't seem to care too much while the other tried to convince me not take it, fearing I would jump off the balcony or do something else stupid while on it, but my mind was already made up. So I took out my nug, my bong, and the DMT, and started packing.
I had read stories of people dropping and breaking their glass when the DMT hits so I made sure to sit on the floor. I looked at my friends, then looked back down at my bong, did some deep breathing and went for it. I tried to take the biggest bong rip I could and held it in for as long as possible. By the time I was breathing out and going for a second hit I could already feel myself slipping. I took the second hit as fast as I could before completely losing my ability to move. I put the bong down and somehow managed to drag myself over to the couch and laid down. By this time my friends were telling me how horrible the DMT smelled, saying it was like a mix of burning plastic, tar, and ass. I could feel my entire body become one with the couch and I knew there was still more in the bowl, but I wasn't able to stand up to save my life at this point. Looking across the room I saw one of my friends in a chair about 8 ft away but the longer I looked at him the farther away he appeared, going from 8 to 15 to 30 feet. I could see the disco lights forming colorful crazy patterns and random objects like umbrellas, basketballs, and beach chairs that would fly by on the ceiling. It would constantly morph into different animals and what can only be described as "beings" made of light that would dance perfectly in sync with the Kid Kudi and Kanye my friend was playing. By this time music sounded absolutely amazing, no matter what song it was. After staring up at the lights for a few minutes one of my friends suggested I try closing my eyes and experiencing the visuals. As soon as I did I saw a variety of unimaginable colors and patterns pulsating vividly in my mind. This eventually turned into cartoon characters including Spongebob and the Rugrats doing random crazy things including surfing and skateboarding through all of the patterns and colors I was seeing. I had lost all sense of time, but after opening my eyes I realized I could slightly move my body again (even if it was still a struggle) and decided to try and get up to take another hit. As soon as I did, I remember yelling "I CAN MOOOVE!" in awe of my new found ability before making my way over to the bong, taking another rip, and falling back into the same dimension I was in before. I went back and did this another two or three times until the bowl was empty, blasting off back into the couch each time I did. After I was done tripping for the most part, I asked my friend how long I'd been out expecting the answer to be maybe a little over 30 minutes, but to my amazement it had been a bit past two hours since I started. The rest of the night we continued to smoke bowl after bowl and the whole time after the DMT I just had an insanely happy afterglow feeling on top of being extremely baked. By the time I woke up in the morning I felt completely back to normal and ready to wake & bake. Hopefully this gave you more insight into what DMT can be like, and thanks for reading!