When I was 18, my friends and I went to Lake Cunningham in Omaha, Nebraska. We had just picked up some DMT and thought it would be fun to smoke small doses at the lake. We were hitting it from a crack pipe, laying on grass, headphones in (listening to Beats of laments of the world by Nujabes), just looking at the lake. After I took a huge rip, I saw a gust of wind blowing downward into the lake, picking up droplets of water, and then spiraling back up. The spiral of water and wind burst, and I saw a beautiful woman remaining after. She was gliding and dancing on the water. A gorgeous woman made of water and wind. This is still the most beautiful and enticing thing I've ever seen to this day.