"Back when I was flatting (in a big multistory house) I took my first 'proper' dose of Shrooms at home and was flying through dimensions like a motherfucker. Hadn't told my flatties what I was up to. A couple hours after dosing I guess we/I/us needed food so I went to the kitchen to try cook some fish. The vibe in the kitchen/lounge area was fucking claustrophobic as and I didn't know why so I went back to my area to play gat. Came out again a while later and there was this paranoia floating around again. I was in ecstasy and losing my sense of physical boundaries/identity hard. I couldn't understand where this random paranoia was coming from. Eventually I worked out that some of my flatmates were watching a biography of Julius Caesar narrated in the 1st person on the lounge tv. Julius: 'I know they want me dead and that all my friends will turn on me, who can I trust?' I laughed so hard that I actually pissed myself then just took off my pants and cooked my fish with my penis out."