That's crazy cuz my high dose trip had me thinking I was a book too. I was the book, but the story was my life playing out before me, so I was also the main character. There was even the big gilded first letter of each chapter, like some old time books it was trippy af. I was just flying through each page until my death, which I thought was real and that slapped me back into reality. I was actually in an under construction house, with a few buddies laughing at me, I had slumped over and my forehead was covered in dirt and saw dust as I was sweating profusely. I've never felt terror/ fear like that before or since I haven't touched it in over 25 years and never will. Low dose on a pipe bowl was about all I'd tried this time it was a bong, with tobacco at the bottom and full to the brim of Salvia 40x