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I have DMT. This DMT is in the form of little white rings that look just like the lifesaver mints. I have quite a few of them (for a moment I think they’re laid out in a grid). I think I am going to take a ¼ of one - enough for a mild trip.



I have gotten high (from smoking pot, I’m pretty sure). It hits me and is rather intense. I haven’t been high in a long time and its wave is familiar but almost catches me off guard. I am in a room with Melissa (I want to say Melissa, but it also might be Felicia?) and both her and the room’s proportions seem off and fuzzy. She asks if I’m high, though it is obvious. I stumble back into a counter at one point.

71 dreams recorded in 111 days and just 2 lucids…that’s my record since I backed away last August…that doesn’t sound impressive but I’ve done very little dream-work since then. The things that really work for me are lots of walking, whilst contemplating the Universe and running through the mantras, dream signs etc (viewed from a distance I maybe look like someone on day-release from an institution.)

But I have a workload and some deadlines and health probs and it will stay that way till later this year…so I not going out much this winter. But I am thinking (always too much thinking…not really good for awareness is it?) It’s my way to explore all possibilities.

How to maximise awareness…are there shortcuts? Still using pre-recorded mantras etc. For later use, I’m amassing paperwork on Buddhism, meditation, the mind, melatonin, DMT, “shrooms”…that’s another co-incidence…as well a using “lucidity” in my first book I used the word “shrooms”…I’m 99.9999% sure I hadn’t researched either yet they’re in the book and now I’m really interested in both.

B6, choline etc doesn’t seem to work for me…maybe beetroot tabs help but even that’s not certain…red wine imparts a certain “richness to my dreams (happy days!) My lucid events still only occur at the top of the morning (after 7+ hours of sleep ) and I take that as a sign that it’s maybe poor melatonin accumulation during the night?

I take comfort from the fact that I seem to have got over excessive excitement when I hit lucidity and I’ve finally put my self-doubts to bed by doing three successive reality checks during my last lucid event (plus I stabilized a wall, after my hand went through it, just by willing it to feel solid.)

But I’m still off, over the hills and far away, after the preliminaries (I must look at everything, taking my time to explore the absurdities of dreams…) I got over-confident and took to the sky for a short wiz-round which maybe brought my dream to a premature end...that’s me, I have the will but I currently lack the stamina…I actually felt my heart speed up as I was coming out of it…is that a normal side-effect of the end of REM?

Maybe my dream efforts will kill me but I can’t think of a nicer way to go (well…I can but that’s not for delicate ears like yours…)

In in my room, just staring at my reflection on the mirror. I now that I am dreaming, so I probably just forgot the beginning of the dream. Anyways, I look at the mirror and my image stares there, unmoving and still, without any interference or distorsion. My awareness level is quite high so I can think clearly that I am dreaming, that this just a dream and how this 'reality' works. I examine my thoughts and surroundings, touch the nightstand and the knife on it. I think of the time I tried DMT and saw the runes on my arms. Those beautiful, overwhelmingly and painfully beautiful runes on my arms, vibrating as I stared at them. They were part of me and I had the feeling that I had seen them before. Everytime I think of them I get emotionally overwhelmed. I need to see them again, so I think of it. I expect them to be there, but nothing happens and I feel how the dream starts to fade.

I tell myself that it's a dream and try to stabilize it. Keeps fading away as I reach the knife to stab it on my arm, just to feel pain and use it as an anchor to the dream. It's not still there and I feel my real body laying on the bed. I'm awake.

I've trained myself to initiate these states of mind. Where I feel 4D as such. An idea that I thought of like the Pokémon "Snorlax" can completely engulf me, then spit me out until it is a thousand miles away. Then a cats claw completely engulf me and put me into trance states. I am completely conscious, my heart beats aggressively and I breath hard.

I induce these states by using dance/techno music which I am very familiar with. Then I play it in my mind before I to bed, I then speed it up. Then my eyes go f'd up and start spazing up as well with my eyebrow muscles. I begin to hallucinate, ideas begin to engulf me, feels like nothing I've felt before. Makes an orgasm look/feel like nothing.

I've once done it so music plays in my mind without me thinking about it. I feel that I am rising and that the music comes from heaven. I feel this Past 3D like 4D maybe. It's amazing.

My theory for this is that I have trained myself by accident to release dimethytriptamine or DMT in my mind to cause these hallucinations. These completely overwhelming, beautiful hallucinations. As I continue reading I think that the Buddhist monks have also used what I do to enter the Astral plane, and move their spirit body, I can see how they believe in these spirits, though I am not religious.

Also, I have not taken any Psychadelic drugs either.
I think I will try to make an OBE with my technique and mabe initiate lucid dreams. But for now these 4D hallucinations feels so amazing/beautiful,
I would like to show you my methods for any people wanting to. They can be very tiring but really worth it, I feel reborn after the 10mins.

I also can make electric shivering feelings on demand too.

So, what do you think? Do you recon that I can activate my peneal gland to produce DMT on demand? Do you recon with my technique I can go in Lucid dreams or OBE on demand?

Dream 1: I find myself at my mother's house and shes smoking some cannabis out of a really pretty looking bong. I'm shocked but instead of becoming lucid I proceed to believe she must be using it for medicinal purposes. Apparently it's her first time though and she explodes into laughter and passes me the bong. I ask her if she's sure I should be smoking with her and she continues laughing and insists. I take a hit and immediately get high, this is one of those dreams where I've smoked cannabis and felt exactly as I would if I smoked it in RL, where as in other dreams the high is very odd and unfamiliar. We share some stories while passing the bong a few times and we connected in ways I'd never imagine possible between us, it was a very nice bonding experience.

Dream 2: I'm sitting on the trunk of my brother's car and I'm taking huge drags out of a cigarette while he talks to me. I hate cigarettes and can't figure out why I'm smoking it in the first place, but I take another drag anyway. I can't remember what we talked about but I remember how nice it felt to be chilling outside on a nice breezy night, it was very realistic.

Dream 3: I'm watching my friend take a ziplock bag out of her backpack and upon closer inspection I see 4-5 large clusters and crystals of DMT. I'm amazed that she had so much and having never done it myself, but having looked forward to doing so, I was very eager to act cool until she offered me some. She lit up and as she was doing so I recall saying "When you feel like you can't take anymore, make sure to take one more hit! Have fun in hyperspace!" She gives me a look like while she takes another hit and I say "Oh and it tastes like burnt plastic I hear, I bet it's harsh huh?" She nods and laughs, making her cough out all the smoke as she giggles. She zones out and I can tell she blasted off. I sit there patiently but also really wanting to take just a tiny piece. Surely she wouldn't notice. No I'm better than that. But it's DMT! She opens her eyes, back from her trip, and just as she's about to talk I wake up.

September 29

Synopsis: I teach about DMT, I have no idea why! Later, I dream of artists who must create art, or die

DMT Teaching
I'm in a strange school created and consisted of only students. That's right, there are no teachers. Were just a bunch of weird adults who got together and set this building aside for classes. Then we just collectively decide what we want to learn about, and someone within the group magically volounteers to teach it.

Well, we set up a DMT class, complete with scientific diagrams. It was time for class to start! The room gets quiet. . . . Still quiet. Very quiet, it's awkward now. We stare at each other waiting for someone to say or do something. Okay, enough of this, I'll teach this class since everyone else is too afraid to do so! I take the students and lead them through the diagrams. There were lots of questions and concerns about DMT.

I tried to answer these concerns explaining that DMT is natural and released by the body. But then I doubted myself and thought.....why am I teaching this class!! I don't even do drugs!! I woke up after flipping out.


Zombie Artists
I watched a film about these artists. Except, I was really watching myself interact with the artists in the film, transforming the film into a first perspective dream. One female artist looked like a goth, dark, tattered clothing. Thick black make up, spiky hair. Suddenly she turns around and I think she's about to throw up, because I see something oozing out of her face.

But when she turns back to face me, black oil was pouring out of her cheeks and her eyes. She explains, she has to continue making the art she makes, or else - she'll become so ill with oil she won't even be human anymore.

After watching the movie me and my friend sit on the couch talking about, how weird and deep it was.

I woke up after that