A Space Station Discotheque Experience with DMT

By Mikkel grum Bovin, Copenhagen, Denmark

I was in my best friends bed, ready to take three big lungs of spice. I inhaled the first lungful and all air was sucked out of the room. My body felt transparent. The next toke, and the ‘other dimensions’ became visually apparent: long, silky, spider web-like, cyan coloured, anchor-like threads all took over as the ‘normal’ dimension dissolved.

On the third toke, the deep point-of-no-return angst crept in, and upon exhalation, I could hear the sounds of voices as if from an interview on the radio, slowed down until they granulated into a long, audio flanger-like soda can stutter effect… and I became a pinball of pure consciousness. With a sound crackle like tinfoil ripping, I was slung into outer space in a rush I can only describe as warp speed, tunnelling not unlike a runaway roller coaster ride, and wham bang thank you mam, I was inside a space station together with a couple of thousand praying mantis headed, four to five metre tall insectoids.  

I had landed in a gigantic alien discotheque

In beautiful techno garments of all colours, their bodies were long and slender - very human proportions - only their arms looked a couple of hands longer, and their heads and faces looked like a mixture between rounded, elongated ant heads and praying mantis heads. They gave off a beautiful, warm and super-friendly energy.

The most fantastic thing about this space station was that it was a gigantic discotheque, and I had arrived in the middle of a gigantic dance floor where literally thousands of these praying mantis dudes and duderines were dancing and jumping up and down to the most fantastic rave music I have ever heard! 

I was laughing and dancing, completely in a dance trance… it was the most beautiful party I ever attended in my entire life, and these ETs were the most friendly, funny, warm hearted, awe inspiring people I ever met!

Suddenly I had a stupid thought…

I suddenly remembered that I had a body laying back in Copenhagen on my friend’s bed, and I had a stupid thought: "What if ‘it’ had to pee?”

As soon as that stupid thought entered my head, one of these mantis dudes softly lay his hand on my shoulder, looked at me and said in a deep assuring voice (in my head), "Come with me…”

As he led me off the gigantic dance floor, I looked around and remember a typical DJ booth hanging like 15 to 20 metres up in the air at the end of the dance floor. I stopped and turned to take all this in - these multi-coloured, dancing, laughing ant-headed, tall insectoids in some kind of track suits(??) and having a ball of a party… in this beautifully lit crystal-like cathedral or glass dome space station disco.

I remember thinking that I had to come back again one day. The music was so beautiful: boy choirs, hard pumped techno drums, beautiful minimoog like intricate arpeggios, and 7/8 rhythms, with 4 on the floor drums, and the most spectacular symphony like orchestral dance Music… literally other-worldly techno.

The mantis dude led me to a ladder

Well the towering dude led me to one of the many side entrances and into this tunnel-like, typical space station intersection, where he opened a big hatch in the floor and pointed down to a ladder. I climbed down the ladder, and what do you know, I climbed right down through a hole in my friend’s bedroom ceiling and straight down onto his double bed.

I lay down, opened my eyes, and was back in my body… with a big smile on my face. Across from the bed was my friend, with big eyes - and the first thing he said was, "What happened?"

Big hugs from Mikkel grum Bovin, in Copenhagen Denmark.