Yeah, I learned my lesson that week. I don't really get an urge to redose during an AMT experience, just the next day when I think to myself how the previous day had been awesome.
I still feel just fine. In fact, I feel a bit better than usual for mid-week. The intense dreams have continued. Last night I decided to take some vitamin B-6, B-12, and melatonin (3mg) before going to bed. It took me longer than usual to fall asleep, and I sort of drifted in and out for a little while. Then I got up (dreaming without realizing it), and found it not particularly strange that instead of my fiance sleeping next to me, I was alone in bed and my dad was sleep on another bed in the corner of the room. I got up because my right eye was really, really dry, to the point where it felt like my eyelids were sticking to the eyeball. This dream (which I did not yet realize was a dream) was so vivid that it was utterly indistinguishable from reality in every way. Every moment was spent as a moment awake, with idle thoughts spinning around, and all manner of different sensations coming from the environment to experience.
So anyway, I went down the hall to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. What I saw repulsed me! My eyelids were folded under, with the eyelashes and outer skin up against my bone-dry eyeball. So I started unfolding the skin and trying to flip my eyelids back to their proper position, which for some reason caused my eye socket to sort of fall away. Suddenly I could see around the eye socket and into the sides of my eyeball, and into the interior of my skull. Obviously this alarmed me greatly, as it seemed entirely real. Some blood started to leak out, as well as (for some reason) a minty greenish-blue liquid, which I felt as a burning, cold minty sensation aside from the extremely aggravating dry eye feeling.
So I did what anyone would do I suppose in such a weird situation... I freaked out a bit. I woke my dad up, just beginning to wonder why he was there at all, as well as why my fiance was NOT there. He acted as if I had bothered him several times already that night/morning, but he saw my eye and agreed with me that we needed to go to the hospital.
All this time, I was becoming more and more conscious and aware. I started thinking that I had woken up in another dimension or something. My apartment was different everywhere except for in the bathroom. My fiance and kitties were nowhere to be found. It was all much too real for me to consider it a dream, even though my eye did not actually hurt (but was incredibly irritated... I can still feel that horrible dryness, like my eyelids were turned inside out). I looked back in the mirror, and noticed that my grossly exposed eye was even more grossly exposed, like I had a birth defect or something. I traced the distorted lines and cavities of my face, and they were smooth, no wounds, just a horrible malformation. Then my pupils turned white, and I was no longer able to tell them apart from the rest of my eyeball, although I could still see.
As you can imagine, I was starting to get really scared, because I didn't want to be in a different dimension with my face falling apart. You've got to understand that at this point I was really freaking out, terrified. It was 100% exactly like being awake, except that it was a foreign world that I didn't want to be stuck in. I considered that it could be a dream, but I am very rarely able to dream where I am fully aware to the extent that I can question whether or not I'm dreaming. I tried all the tricks I could think of to wake up, but to no avail. So I sort of gave up on that idea with a huge sinking feeling.
So anyway, now that I'm no longer dreaming I have forgotten some of the details. The next part I remember well is being with my mom and dad and little brother, and for some reason one or more of them was continually making a reason to not go to the hospital, despite the continual degradation of my eye area. We were in some sort of large mansion, and at some point I ended up in the bathroom, where I watched the outside part of my eye (actually, both of them at this point) turn a dead black color, while the pupils remained white.
I had previously mentioned to my dad that I had woken up in some other dimension, but he just kept giving me weird looks about it and rolling his eyes. It seemed that my family thought I was going crazy, and/or that I was on drugs. More and more, they were telling me that I needed to stop doing these drugs because I was going crazy. Another dimension?? Come on... (that was their reaction, with a fair amount of scorn and annoyance at having to put up with my raving).
As time went on, I more and more gave up the idea that this was a dream, because it just got more and more real and vivid (even though so many details are now faded, after hours of being awake and working). I really and truly began to despair. My fiance was seemingly not even existant in this realm, nor were my kitties. My face was falling apart. And to top it off, it was 2:00 in the afternoon and I hadn't made it in to work or called (funny that I was concerned about that!). So I went back to my mom, who was sitting around in some large lobby of this mansion/hotel, and just broke down. I told her that I HAD fallen asleep last night in another world, and woken up here, and that I just wanted to go home. Then he totally changed her demeanor and looked at me and very seriously said, "Well, what is existence, if not your perception?"
At that moment I felet a sense of peace wash over me and I gently closed my eyes (still decaying out of my head or whatever they were doing). I opened them a moment later, and I was utterly relieved to find that I was laying in my bed, next to my fiance, with my kitties nearby, to the just rising sun coming in the window. Let me tell you, I've
never been so glad to wake up! Although it was like opening my eyes after closing them, not like I had been asleep. I was fully awake just as I had been in my dream. As I opened my eyes, the horrible dry feeling faded steadily until my eye felt normal. I raced to the bathroom to look, and fortunately my eyes looked like my normal eyes, no grotesque gaping holes with minty fluid or blood leaking out. And most importantly, the people and animals whom I love are here. It took a little while to really believe it had been a dream, and I didn't go back to sleep because it wasn't too long before my alarm was going to go off.
It was definitely, without any question at all, the most vivid and conscious dream I've had in my life. In retrospect it was fascinating because I've never felt so awake and alive and fully conscious before in a dream, nor have I ever more believed that I had awoken into another reality than that I was dreaming. The dream itself was disturbing, unpleasant, and filled with anxiety, but I'm still glad to have had it happen. As long as it doesn't become routine.
So anyway, I just wanted to add this as a follow-up and as an example of the kind of dream enhancement that can happen with AMT, especially combined with melatonin. Melatonin itself has never worked more than the merest fraction of the way this combination works. But whenever I take melatonin on the day or two or three after a strong AMT experience, it creates these amazingly vivid dreamscapes. Some have been pleasant, and some not. But there they are.
:D 
