I bet spongebob would be great at a lower dose, but at above 300ug id avoid it. It has happened to me multiple times where after watching spongebob all the visuals were spongebob themed.

And literally, all of my visuals. You know how some people have geometric visuals, or Aztec visuals, or everything seems organic, their whole vision is like that, that’s just how they’re seeing. When they look into the popcorn ceiling, the bumps arrange themselves into impossible shapes. The stars form constellations of gods the world has forgotten. You feel the life force connecting you with every other person alive, and you let go of all your anger and the next year you’re closer to your family than when you were a kid. You know trips like that, where there’s a defining “theme” to the visuals and thought processes of the whole trip? That’s what this was, but my theme of the evening was fucking spongebob.

I turned off the tv, and while I could see it was off I could also see spongebob playing in the background. I began to hear it even, as it played the same parts of the same episode over and over. I did the one thing that always calms me down on a trip, which is meditative drawing. You make small, fast movements, but you don’t pay attention to what. While on acid you can hyperfocus on not what your drawing , but the pen itself. Through not knowing what the big picture is, you draw something from you subconscious. While they’re fun, but not quite inspiring to look at the next morning, they’re amazing in the moment. I have never before taken just half an hour to draw and came back with any anxiety.

My subconscious.

Drew spongebob.

Four.

Times.

I had four, pretty large drawings of spongebob, that apparently was just in my mind no matter what I did. And these weren’t quick doodles or outlines, they were detailed, and while they weren’t identical to the show they were as close as they could be. I went to grab something to eat to bring my mind off it, but we happened by chance to have a pineapple in the room. It didn’t grow, or jump out at me or anything, but I couldn’t look away. Because I could almost see him, and KNOWING that it’s a visual is making it worse than if I thought it was real, because now I’ve convinced myself that no, I’m not focusing on this more than I want to because of the drugs, but that instead I had just lost my mind. My mom found a tab in my brothers room, and she showed it to me and said it would destroy my sanity. And she’s right, all the teachers and people I called lying were right, I’ve gone insane. This was my seventh trip, right? It’s not like I can say no one warned me. And I layed down in my bed and waited, because I thought the police were coming to take me away. After an hour, my mind had wandered to the point where I forgot I was insane, and I went back out and quit nicotine right then and there.

TLDR: don’t watch spongebob on more than three tabs, unless you’d like to know what a mental patient’s internal monologue sounds like.