Here is a list of things I did while laying down in my darkened bedroom after drinking a bottle of cough syrup:

-listened to music
-looked at the music a little bit
-the colors were very faint, but pretty
-looked at my hands
-fingers got a bit too long
-made puppets with them, including a face and a hamburger
-stared at the stars in them
-hands are generally pretty fascinating, fingers melted together sometimes
-felt happy about a parabola on my ceiling
-tried to convince myself I had six fingers
-didn't work, but a shadow on my ceiling made up for it
-"Baphomet is the gate. Hail Satan." (I had recently played Pony Island.)
-enjoyed a comfortable, full-body numbness
-experienced a more intense, upsetting numbness
-double-checked info about DXM to see if there might be drug interactions
-despite having none of the symptoms of serotonin syndrome, became quite worried about this
-called 911
-after giving address, felt much better
-told them I'd get up and pee, and if that went wrong, I'd call back
-did so successfully, noting that everything, especially me/my hands, was the wrong shape
-argued with myself in the mirror, simultaneously holding the awareness that it was a reflection of me and the belief it was another person
-tried to enter the mirror
-attempted to prove I have free will by moving my toothbrush
-like just picking it up, not with my mind
-called mom
-explained vaporwave to her
-told her that if I was dead in the morning I still had fun
-thought about entering the sixth dimension to see a different timeline
-became unsure as to whether I was really in my bed or just remembering being in it
-forgot whether I'd done this before
-feel asleep