Sounds like an excellent trip to me. I can't help but to fear during trips even though i'm enjoying myself.

On thursday, I tripped. My friend and I planned to go to Bush's inaugration tripping, but then we had 2nd thoughts. So we chilled at his house, and drank our DMT brew we made, but added chocolate. We would soon find out how significently the chocolate intensified the trip.

We sat in the porch trying to get rid of the horrid taste in our mouths. Even tho the chocolate helped make the brew taste better, I still felt I wanted to puke. My friend was puking off the balcony, while I sat there feeling kinda sick but at the same time, calm. I look up in the sky to crystal clear hexagon patterns stride through the side. I eventually manage to puke after 20 minutes. I felt like a million bucks, and we decided to go inside.

We walk down to his room and I sit on the couch and close my eyes. I see the close eyes visuals forming, I see 2 purple eyes, circling around, teasing my head. Then it forms a mythic being, and all the sudden, I started to feel cold and start shivering despite having my jacket on. I tried to get up to grab a blanket but I felt powerless to move, barely enough power to open my eyes. Everything look like it was melting before my eyes. My friend disappeared somewhere and I was alone in the room. I manage to grab the blanket and wrap myself around it and close my eyes. Close eye visuals were everywhere, blasts of colors, rainbows, shapes, and patterns, incredibly intense. I remember I mumbled something like "help me" repeatedly because it was so intense. It was a power trip like never before.

I am finally able to snap out of it when my friend brings me a glass of water. I open my eyes and everything looked larger than it really was. It was pretty spooky, and seemed everything was melting. There was also a "push", where your vision was moving faster than your body. It was a struggle to get to the bathroom and take a piss. It felt like I was through the Adams Family mansion and had to sneak, and couldn't go directly there. When I finally reached the bathroom, it looked like a shrine, the room, diagionally slanted, the toilet golden, and my bladder felt like it was to explode. The push was real hard at this point, and my mind felt like it was going to convulsions. Greatest feeling to release your piss while tripping on DMT! I walk back into my friends room and see him crouched down in the closet laughing.

I lie back down and get a call from god. I talked to god for 20 minutes. Who it really was I have no idea, but hell I got great insight. I got excited and called my friend, and called him Nash and asked me to call him back at his house. I attempt to try to dial the numbers, staring my cell phone, watching the phone and numbers melt and shape, and found this simple task to be impossible. I told my friend I can't do this, and we both start hysterically laughing. Over the next 2 hours, we engaged in conversation that was absolutely incoherent, but made a lot of sense. However I don't remember much of it, except using words such as "repent, saved, endentured servents, tangerines" and talking about a theory in order to gain ground, you must surrender. At this point I dying to smoke a cigerette and we go outside. At this point it was about 9 PM, and I look up at the sky to see blue skies, tainted red. It felt so bright outside. We wander around for a while, until we decide to go back inside. I had work in the morning, so I drove home. The ride home was peaceful, reflecting the experience I had, one of the most intense trips in my life. At this point the trip started to slowly fade away. It almost like a religious experience. I go home and smoke a bowl, watching the visuals die down, and I lie there, close my eyes milking the last close eye visuals, and passed out.