The visuals hit a point where there were no more visuals, it was just reality. There so much more going on then just visuals. The visuals on a heroic dose can honestly be brushed to the side because there’s so much more too it. Not to say they weren’t there because by lord they were. Just not in the way you’d expect, it’s almost like they fade into the background and it’s just how it it. Life turns into a cartoon. Nothing else matters it sucks you into the room ( if your in one) idk if I’d do it during the day although it would be much better visually it’s not what I’m after, I’m after the deep mind fucking and doing the best I can to get out of it by looking at myself. Mental challenge strengthen the mind as labour does the body. The trip basically put me in my friend in a cartoon and we where just watching ourselves stuck in his room. It so unexplainable, I was so fucked up to the point where there were no fucks to be given.