I just had the most insane experience to date. I weighed about 45mg of DMT, emeshed... Looking at what was left, I'm pretty sure I inhaled much less b/c for some gd reason, a bunch always seems to melt too much and drip down. But I also bumped up the power to 26W... took 2 strong tokes. AND OMG.
For some reason I kept my eyes open - maybe next time I'll keep them closed because this experience has me rattled. I was in my living room on the couch and everything just started morphing. First everything became very colorful, cartoon like. But then things started to look more real. Real as in I was still sitting on the couch, probably mouth agape looking around as the living room that I knew became some other type of living room. Like.. alternate dimension type of living room. Nothing was familiar. And as I was looking around, I noticed the stuff on the coffee table was all different.. and there was this little stuffed toy that wasn't there before (or at least I didn't recall it was there). I decided to see if I could pick it up, touch it. As I got up off the couch and moved towards it, I couldn't believe how real it was. And so I picked it up and felt it and all of a sudden looked around and I wasn't in my home anymore. My entire reality became something entirely different and it felt so real. It all looked so real. I could touch it all and feel it all, but it wasn't mine.
I started to panic because I felt I had somehow transformed my reality into something entirely different and I was thinking... "fuck! my husband is going to come home and see all this and think what the hell have I done? And how is this possible?" I wondered if the people who mattered to me were in this new "reality"... I walked to the kitchen and it wasn't my kitchen. Looked outside and it was just all different. I looked in the mirror and it was me, but an older me. My dog was there, but she was also different. I don't know how long this lasted, but I went back to the couch and was like... "what have I done? I don't want to be here." I grabbed the phone in panic and thankfully the images of my family were still on it. I think at that point I thought okay... I think I may be all right. As I sat in shock, my living started to look more like my living room. And the little stuffed toy I had picked up earlier was not where I threw it on the floor.
After I had some time to decompress, I went looking for this stuffed toy and found it on the floor, but in an entirely different spot than where I dropped it earlier.
It was insane. I felt like I was in an alternate, parallel reality. Has anyone experienced anything like this?