First time trying yellow waxy dmt, and first bong trip.

To start off with, I've only ever ripped dmt in a vape pen. So I have been excited to try out the water pipe. I am a veteran bong ripper. With marijuana of course. So my technique is very efficient. I also used an electric heating element stick thing to light the dmt/marijuana sandwich, with no flame involved.My only issue is my only working scale is only .00 and would only register anything at all once at .04I didnt want to overdue er so I separated approximately a little more than half and took the smaller pile.I decided to rip my bowl in the bedroom instead of smoke room for comfort of laying down. I had the wife around for the first time as I wanted the peace of mind knowing that she would take my bong and element lighter thing from me immediately after.I packed a slightly smaller sized bowl in total than I usually smash. She ripped slower than i expected, and by the time she ripped my thoughts were racing as i passed off my shit to the wife. I quickly crawled backwards to my pillow fron the end of my bed and as I lay my head, that was it. I gently slipped into a dream like state. Natural and familiar. Beautiful. Crazy brief audio sensations. I got a strange sensation in my lower back. I could not describe it at all. No thoughts could come forth for it.Suddenly I realized things weren't normal and everytime I tried to turn my head, my indescribable crazy visions would change drastically. After a few times I began to feel trapped, and went to cover my eyes. Same thing... more instant changes to visions. I was trapped. I had no control. I just died. I realize this is what happens when you die. I remember my wife. I remember thinking, I know she's up there, but I cant hear her...and I just left her behind. I suddenly remember the 3 letters DMT, and that I took DMT. I just cant remember what it is! But somehow I knew I'd be alright I just have to let go! I enjoyed more deep visions and learned many things. I then remembered that I miss my life and that I need to try to get back! Or do something productive.I then tried to open my eyes.Suddenly everything disappears and I see a giant dark whiteish rectangle. That is my ceiling.I now sense myself breathing. I am alive! Then i remember i wanted to be there! So i shut my eyes and couldnt get back as deep as i was before. But wasn't disappointed. After a minute or so of that I turn over and open my eyes, experiencing moderate shroom like visual distortion. I ask my wife how long I was out for.She kinda laughed to herself and said like 3 minutes.For having broken through several times on the pen I was expecting to be more prepared for this.This shit had me convince myself that i died.I love it!