DMT also taught me that our perception is our reality, and that we cannot actually perceive "objective" reality in any form. It helped me understand my mother, who we believe was suffering from Alzheimer's or dementia (she was never able to be diagnosed before physical health issues became the primary concern). She would tell me about these stories of traveling to write movies or novels. Prior to my DMT experience, I would respond like many would, "oh but you never left the bed! you've been here the whole time!" in the gentlest way possible. After my DMT experience, I would sit with her and ask her about them. She was never able to go into quite as deep detail as the person you are talking about, but from that point, I truly believed that, in her perception, in her reality, she did very much indeed travel to write movies and novels. Or at the very least, I believe that is how her brain interpreted what the DMT was presenting her.

I believe DMT is ultimately the "guide" for death. It doesn't cause or induce death, but our brains release it in response to death. And sometimes, like all biological machines, it happens at the wrong time. Sometimes before, and sometimes maybe the brain misses the signals and is unable to secrete DMT at the appropriate time, for whatever reason. I believe dementia is merely the early natural introduction of DMT into the brain. I guess I'll find out when I feel what it feels like if I end up suffering dementia.

There's a lot of "belief" here, sure. Some may even go so far as to call it "woo". But DMT gave me this profound understanding at a deeply visceral level. This even took some time to realize upon lengthy reflection on the experience and what it took me through, with surprisingly strong remnant memories of the visuals of being forced through a "time loop" where my eyes were sort of "dragged" along the very path I'd looked around the room in the early part of the trip. We do scientifically know our brain will sometimes "rewind" to fill in gaps in our vision (think of the classic example of looking at a clock with a second hand and the first second kind of seems to linger, that's our brain rewinding and lying to us about what we were seeing in that moment, using all available information once our eyes stabilize).