During my quasi-meditative practice where I close my eyes and drift toward sleep, with regular breathing and while staying gently alert, I slipped into a state where the darkness yielded to extraordinarily vivid, moving scenes, which has happened before but this time went differently. Rather than the usual random colors or dream-like fragments, these scenes possessed a high-fidelity, immersive quality—as if I were witnessing real events unfolding in real time. As the visuals intensified and my sense of self began to loosen, my visual field brightened dramatically and my heart rate surged, triggering a visceral alarm that afterward reminded me of the intensity and ego-dissolution associated with 5-MeO-DMT.
Frankly, I got nervous that I was dieing. Like, my nervous system had reached a threshold, I pulled back and opened my eyes, returning to ordinary consciousness but it came with a lingering mix of awe and confusion.
I can't tell if I'm on to something or if I almost killed myself. I doubt it's the latter but the fucking ambulance in the city background noise didn't help me feel like I was in danger. This sounds all stupid and woo-woo, but that's where I'm at right now.
