So far, the best thing I've seen for DMT is a volcano vaporizer. They blow the vapor into a bag. Turns out, the DMT vaporizes in the first 20 seconds or so, if you fill the bag entirely you wind up having your dose diluted into more than you can huff down. For a single dose a half bag is fine. Using this method I have only seen one person not break through, they are some sort of DMT proof mutant.
Anyway, after choking down as much as possible shit got uncomfortable. Shit was happening but damned if I could remember much of the start. Tunnel vision, flashing lights. Somehow I got off the chair and made it to the couch. It became a bit more comfortable. About time a form of ego death set in. Normally in that state I don't know my name. This time however I knew my name but it damn sure wasn't me. I didn't actually know anyone. I knew they were expecting K to come back after the trip but K wasn't there. After awhile in this state the visuals kicked in. Colors and shapes were swirling around. I had the impression of being on what I can best describe as a DMT luxury liner. There were two people there. I couldn't see them I just felt they were there and I might have been talking to them. They didn't seem alien, just human. I suspect there was a conversation of some sort but it is hard to pull things back out of that state sometimes. I have a very south american sensation. The people were south american or at least felt that way. One was male, one female. Although I couldn't see them exactly I felt like they would look like the man and woman from adams family. Slicked back black hair, pencil thin mustache.
After it faded I didn't think about the entities right off the bat. It took me a little while to think, what the fuck, wait a second why were there people in my dmt trip. As far as entities go, kind of lame. I was hoping to see some real aliens or maybe god. Perhaps next time.
The depersonalization was kind of wierd. I knew my name, I just wasn't him. A previous time on mushrooms, I didn't know my name, whether I was human or anything.
DMT is very inviting for me, at least after it settles down. It is as if it is a refuge from reality. More of a place than a trip. LSD, mushrooms etc. don't invite me in. They just are. With LSD it's poof, here you are, like it or leave it, don't care if you stay or go. DMT feels horribly familiar, like it is some place I have been long before I took my first hit of DMT.