Amazing report in that link, Burningmouth!
I totally understand what that guy's been through, and it's exactly this type of experience that caused me to drop smoking extract. It's just so terrifying and dead serious when you're there... Not my piece of cake...It's simply a matter of life and death (or worse

) at the moment. Brrr...
One day, we are in a tent with a friend and I load a bowl of x5 for both of us. I take a big toke and hand him the bong. I find myself looking at my life like a 2D roll of film from a slight distance, and I see not only the present from where I came, but seconds of the past and of the future at the same time, again from left to right.
Of course, my friend sitting in front of me, is in this "roll of film" , but I can also see his roll of film life, superimposed with mine, very similar because we are together in this tent, but different because he has his own thoughts and feelings.
During those moments, I saw in a very concrete way how although we may share physical space together, our life film rolls drifting apart when we didn't share our thoughts and feelings, and come back together when we reconnected and shared sincerely. WHAT WE DON'T SHARE WITH SINCERETY SEPERATES US. WHAT WE SHARE WITH SINCERETY UNITES US. You know how you can feel "distant" or "close" to someone? We don't use those words incidentally. It's not just feelings: distance and closeness was "physically" visible and real in the dimension I accessed.
My friend hadn't smoked yet and was about to, but I saw in his roll of film life, in the future seconds, the moment when he would inhale (bear with me...) And as he was inhaling the toke in this future I saw, a dark threatening cloud of death started forming over his head. Now I understood that I should absolutely prevent this from happening and had to stop him from smoking.
But these thoughts, I wasn't having them as I usually do, I was READING them as they appeared "printed" with strange 3 D letters in what was now my 2D roll of film life. So I tried to scream "No don't smoke!", but since I was reading my thoughts at the same time, only strange gibberish came out, and as I tried speaking, my friend smoked.
This horrified me to the bone. It was too late now. The dark cloud was on him. I had to get him away from it, save him, but too late. It was like seeing him get smashed by a truck. Suddenly I managed to grab him and pull him out of the tent, to his utter surprise. He looked puzzled and I didn't have the heart to tell him he was doomed, so I said something like WTF?!?
Took some time to get over that one, and it was one of the last times I would smoke extract.
PS I edited my sketch in my last post, it got all smashed up to the left by the word processor when I posted. Looks like it should now.