And again, I'm thanking the DMT presence for helping /informing me.
This time I got all the way out of my front door!
And I could almost see the outlines of people waiting outside the threshold (in adjacent times /dimensions) to help me.

I almost expected to find the Police out there. But as the damp ground bled through my slippers, the trip gave way to reality.

Or is it vice versa - was reality once more repressed?
I don't remember being molested as a kid, but that's the kind of trauma that people do block out.
That trip shook me up! I didn't know what my reality was for a while - is it 2019 or 1985?

Is it odd to have the same trip twice?