Literally. I am now missing a crown from a molar. I cannot believe this shit. It’s going to cost me a grand for a new crown, and more importantly, DMT kicked my actual ass.
I can never go back. This is the saddest thing to me. I’ve said it before. I’ll never go back. I can never do it again. But that was when they just sent vomiting and horrible feelings of remorse. This time they sent goons. I guess I gotta get the message now. The fairy-folk beat the shit out of me.
In my trip: Everything was beautiful for at least a few minutes. I was nervous, but not overly at first. And the visuals were doing their always shockingly, eye-peelingly luscious thing. I’m having trouble remembering what I saw now. It’s been taken from me. But I know it was not dissimilar to many other trips I’ve had. Then… from around darkling corners came these fucking guys. Pirate-Biker-Murderer-Baddies. The trip turned fucking awful. They were shooting at me, slashing, kicking, punching, all in the abstract of course. I opened my eyes to escape. And my fucking tooth was missing.
In reality: What did I do? Thrash about? My face isn’t hurt though. More likely I just bit down really hard, broke it off and swallowed it. Or maybe I calmly reached into my mouth with my fingers and wrenched it out. Who knows.
Also in reality: I really have been banished from DMT-land. And the fairy-bouncers are no joke.
I called David after it happened. He mostly just laughed at me. To him it’s a good story to tell his friends. I was kicked out of fairyland by the king and queen, and when I tried to go back they sent thugs to beat me up.