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There's a great story by Ken Kesey (in a collection of short stories titled "Demon Box") that tells of him going for a swim then the DMT cuts in. He wrestles an underwater monster for hours. Next day he discovers the monster is a rusty 50 gallon drum.
Sorry: off thread
Sorry: off thread
I did some DMT at Ithaca collage in the early 70s'.. prepared by local students on parsley leaves.. They gave me 1 and a half leaves ina Marlboro cigarette pack homemade 'pipe'. They told me to sit on the bed first..?? WTF??? I remember the match approaching the first leaf and inhaling, from then on, for about a half hour, only seeing bright white with blobish colors moving around and hearing Whaa, ba, wawa, boom> garbled sounds.. when I regained the ability to see and hear, I was lying on the side of the bed (clothes still on). They asked if I wanted to do the rest... NO THANK YOU.. I can see why one might think DMT is from aliens..