Yes, the title says it all. I'm not exaggerating.
A quick description of my bathroom. It's about 13ft long and 7ft wide. As soon as you walk in the sink and mirror are directly ahead, to the right is a wall concluding the end of the room. To the left of the sink and mirror is the toliet. Then adjacent to the toliet is my bathtub/shower fitting in the width of the bathroom. The nosel for the tub is on the far end of the tub, on the side opposite to the entrance, or the same side as the sink, mirror, and toliet.
On occasion I take ketamine at a safe dose(I don't advocate this decision, as it's very risky), in my battub. I turn off the lights and I choose a time when all the sounds in and around my house are nullified and absent. (midnight) Then I'll insufflate 150mgs of ketamine and immerse myself in the luke warm water that I prepped beforehand, and lay in darkness, exploring internal realities in a very comfortable environment.
This time it didn't work out so well. My girlfriend awoke up from her slumber and she couldn't find me. She was searching outside for me, as I could hear her calling my name, from our back patio. At this point I am about 20min. into the experience, and so the affects of the ketamine are still very much imminent.
In my simulated reality, I was as if floating and soaring several hundred feet above my residence, watching my neighborhood below, with my bathtub being my aircraft or magic carpet. As soon as I heard my girlfriend, I impulsively decided to step out of my bathtub.
My shower curtain looked identical to a fluttering flag, and it immediately started to curl around my body, almost strangling me in it's grip. I knew immediately that it wasn't actually gripping me, however it was visually distorting my view. I reluctantly slid my right foot out of the tub, and firmly placed it on the ground.
As soon as my foot touched the ground my internal reality interface shifted. Suddenly I was in a kitchen that I didn't recognize, and my bathroom no longer existed to me empirically. I looked around curiously, trying to shun out the anxiety creeping up my spine. The kitchen was massive, it contained in it's space four large islands, two neverending sinks, mass amounts of organized silverware spread across marble countertops, and a rotating hexagonal chandelier at the center of the ceiling twinkingly with it's six small light bulbs, emmiting a goth like glow.
I had no idea where I was in my bathroom, no idea! Meanwhile my reality begins to shift, the walls supporting the simulated kitchen started to fold into each other, forming a thin dynamic wall that decided to move past me, it got so close I thought for a moment that I was going to be compressed by that wall, into another wall in my bathroom. I turned myself sideways, setting myself up so that I could fit between the percieved crevice that I believed would be a painful pinch. The wall passed by gracefully, however upon it's exit, the spaces around me expanded, leaving large demonsions of freespace.
The space immediately became filled with my entire house. Only most of the walls were completely transparent, so that it was like I was seeing an X-RAY of my house from my bathroom. Everything was moving, folding, swtiching places. My kitchen would switch places with my living room, then the bathroom I was in would lift up and over a hallway, into another bedroom. I am now frantically trying to escape this reality. I remembered that I could use my sense of touch to guide me through this heart ponding adventure. I knew I couldn't make any sudden movements, because I could get hurt if I stepped on the edge of the tub, or if I stepped on the edge of the toliet. I didn't want to slip and fall for any reason. I slowly felt around for a solid wall, siffing through all of the phantom walls. Finally I felt something sturdy, invisible and completely transparent but sturdy. Behind the sturdy object was my living room in the place where my kitchen should have been. I slid my hand left and right, searching for the light switch. I grazed my hand across a soft, yet rough object. A towel! My towel rack! I knew the light was to the right of this rack. I quickly grabbed on to the towel, holding on for dear life, and used it as zero point in case I got disoriented again. I start making my way to the right of the rack, the floor beneath my feet was completely transparent and I could make out tunnels, cave systems of all kinds, swaying left and right, almost taunting me, hoping that I wouldn't complete this turn-on light mission. Holding onto the towel with my right hand, I swung myself over to the the left, putting myself directly in front of the light switch. I sighed in relief, and flipped the switch. "Lights on". The internal reality interface projecting on to the external reality vanished in a flash.
My girlfriend ended up going back to sleep. I could've just waited in the tub. This was very dangerous and I won't be using ketamine in the bathroom without a safety man from now on.