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As I blew out I remember thinking "I am already in way over my head, and I have to take 2 more?!". Bear in mind I had at least 6 years experience with hallucinogens.

I took the second toke and the room began dissolving, being replaced by fuzzy pixelated light patterns. I get pulled forward through the tunnel. My spice-sitter told me that I took a total of "4 champ hits" before I fell back. I come to in what I know now to be the Dome. Now my experience may be a little disordered chronologically but nonetheless this is what I saw. I was lying down looking up at 4 tall beings in the room. They were Mantis with triangular heads. One was clearly in charge while the others were more of orderlies. They had a definite Egyptian vibe, but only looking back on it. The "leader" got RIGHT up in my face. He communicated with me vaguely. I had a sensation of my body being wet? or that my hands were in fluid or something.

Now before I go into what happened here I must first describe the Dome. Spatial dimensions don't exist there as they do here. The space in between the walls and my point of view wasn't full of air, but rather a Wave of ever shifting pixel window panes with were filled in with golden red numbers, mystic symbols, alphabets, geometries, and runes. I could (to paraphrase Terrence) turn it into yet another metaphor by saying it was similar to how a cut jewel or diamond has many facets, or sides, but in the space between the walls and ceiling and me, there were zillions of facets that crawled on Tentacle Waves, and each facet had symbols and alphabets and patterns crawling within it. I guess an easier way to say it would be that things there dont have definitive outlines or boundaries, rather they are at once distinct and part of the rolling wave of pattern-space.

Now, I never felt fear or hesitation really, in the sense of these creatures being threatening, but clearly they possessed unimaginable motivations. They seemed to have a "business as usual attitude". However, paradoxes seem to occur often in this place, and they were both interested in me as a specimen and yet disinterested or disaffected by the routine. I certainly remember feeling helpless and in awe that I, as this little speck of ego, could possibly let myself get so fucked up or die or whatever happened to get me here, that I could be witnessing these things that were so foreign I had no idea what was going on. The sound I could describe as being a sort of background internal roar, with an overlay or clicks, whistles, pops, and crackles.

At this point the leader is right up in my grill. When I tried to focus on him, he seemed to be less of a giant Praying Mantis bug, but more of a Mantoid or Mantis-esque collage consisting of a Large Triangle that his Eye sat in, this within a sphere, orbited by a bunch of smaller gyroscopic eggs with geometries and patterns within them.

His body was largely Mechanical in nature, deep emerald color, and I distinctly remember seeing his right forearm in the lower left-hand area of my viewpoint. This arm was grey and green, with mechanical Cogs spinning and tubes coming out of it. It kind of writhed in a technical manner. There seemed to be eyeballs on this arm also. His whole presence was at once part of the faceted tentacle geometries, and distinct from them. God, things move so different there. I felt electric currents in my body. Anyways. The leader raised his arm-thing and JAMMED IT IN MY FUCKING FOREHEAD. Right between the eyes. And then I was quite aware of what was happening. I may have been just a tendril of consciousness, totally unaware that Earth even existed, but I watched this happen with complete lucidity. There wasn't much room for meandering thought, but I was definitely lucid.

The Leader spoke my last name, he said "You are a M****lia (my last name). You are your fathers son." He said more I don't remember. Then I was certain of what they were doing. They were mapping my brain, they were not cleaning it, but rehardwiring it. They were uploading my existence into the great log of hyperspace.

I am an artist, a musician, and a thinker. For those of you familiar with Mckenna's talks about the elves being "meme traders, connaisseurs of ideas", or those of you who have read Daniel Pinchbeck's wonderful book "Breaking open the Head", well they were probably entertained.

They seemed to be doing a series of imcomprehensible tasks, that they carried out with the deliberate and clinical vibe despite the fucking crazyness I was seeing around them. They were glad I came, of this I'm sure. After a bit I think they played a trick on me. As I felt them going through my brain, mapping it out, I became aware that my breathing and biological functions were simply programs they were running. Breath in, whoosh, breathe out, beep. Repeat. The first thing I remembered about myself, me as Jake M, the ego, was once I heard that a quote "laughter is one of a shaman's best weapons''. I laughed.

Then I could see myself from multiple angles at once, lying down, completely like an Alex Grey painting, with all the veins and chakras and pathways lit up and swarming with lights and colored energies. At this point I think I got a joke played on me by something. All of a sudden out of this total chaos I had been in, EVERYTHING disappears for a minute and I am in the kitchen at the house I was on DMT in.

I thought "wait what the fuck reality exists? what happened? I'm not dead? and my trip sitter and our friend were sitting at the table pointing at me and laughing, only it wasn't quite them when I looked close, and my confusion seemed to be the object of their laughing, I was the blunt of a joke I didn't understand. All of a sudden our other friend in the house comes gliding up but he's just a silhouette and when he gets closer I see he's not my friend at all but this little guy with his arm outstretched as if balancing a tray sliding toward me as if ice skating. this I am convinced was an elf. he was hovering too though.

He came right up to me and pointed or something, and all of a sudden I was back in DMT land! So the Pyramid Eye Mantis thing stops and then in a hallway going backwards down it, and its filled with these crazy fucking clowns and freeks and fun mirrors and the patterns become more colorful with pinks and oranges and reds and they are sticking their heads out of the doors as i am dragged backwards, they are grinning and there are a thousand million laughs and shouts and words I dont understand and then I'm back on the bed and I remember snow outside and I asked if I puked because of the liquid on me in DMT world and he says no. I take a sip of water and light a Cigg with shaking hands and tell my sitter there was no possible fucking way he could have prepared me for that.

I have learned so much about the vast ecology that actually exists behind the curtains, but it has just raised more questions. Anyone else please share if any of this makes sense to you.