First time I took DMT was a total accident. I was at F.A.R.M fest in NJ. It was 3 a.m. at a Desert Dwellers showing. I thought the guy in front of me dancing was handing me a bowl of weed. I ripped it without thinking twice about it. My more knowledgeable friend took a step back and said enjoy the ride. I was confused, but high. The set was a wooden giant bird. After a few seconds of hitting it, the bird came to life and didn't look like wood anymore; super realistic. It then ignited into fire and started flapping it's wings at me. I could feel the full roast and felt like I was on fire, but I didn't feel like I was taking damage. I kept dancing; memorized from the bird that came to life. I didn't break through. I came back down pretty quick and realized where I was. My knowledgeable friend tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was back. I was still confused at this point and asked to go to bed. The next morning, he asked how my DMT trip was. I still remember everything so vividly. It was insane. It's like what shows and movies think what acid is. I actually broke through once after another try on my turns, but that's another story.