Angry Tiki gods and Birds of prey

Holy. Fucking. Shit.First thing, I never measure the dose. Don't have a good scale for it even if I wanted to. But I always put more than I think I need because I am still getting the hang of smoking it and assume that I'm probably wasting some. So I load up my bong with some shit weed and sandwiched a very sizeable amount of crystal in between the weed. On the first hit I could barely taste it and didn't think I got a whole lot. I took another, really big hit and the dmt was all I could taste. I held it for about 15 seconds while a cool, tingling head high started to build up. As soon as I exhaled I started hearing strange, otherworldly sounds, everything began melting, my bong became insanely vibrant and full of colors that 1, aren't on my bong and 2, not sure they even exist. Lines of color were everywhere, I couldn't see because my field of vision was a haze of watery tribal fractals. I was filled with a fear more intense than any I'd ever felt so I closed my eyes and tried to relax.I was in the desert. There were angry ethereal tikis flying around my head and although I knew they were angry with me, they never said a word. I turned to run and heard the shriek of an eagle before I was set upon by vultures. Very intense trip. This molecule rightfully deserves respect.Always trip responsibly