Five years ago I met up with an old mate of mine in Amsterdam. We’d bought some hash and then took some mushrooms before heading to a bar. Things were getting a bit blurry and weird but we were still having fun, then my mate suggested we go outside the bar to smoke one of the joints we’d bought. I declined, having decided that the combination of hallucinogenic mushrooms and cold lager was quite enough for me, but my mate decided to smoke the joint anyway. This resulted in him having a massive attack of paranoia in which he was convinced that everybody - me included - was plotting to kill him. It took me about four hours to talk him down. He became teetotal shortly afterwards and is now a sober fitness fanatic.
Sorry - that doesn’t have much to do with microdosing. I was just reminded of it…