When I was younger I used to be real big into dxm (at the high dissociative doses of course). One particular time I took quite a large dose and then toked up with my friend at my house (who happened to be a paranoid schizoprenic). Well things started to go down hill as the trip went from a pleasant trip, to a bad trip, to me being as delusional as he was all the time lol. It was night time and I kept seeing a camera crew in between my living room curtains outside that would randomly show up and record us for a tv show about people who were high and who had to act not high. Then I would meet with this lady in the kitchen who I believe was the show director or producer. Then I was asked random questions in my mind and if I lost I had to go lay in my bed and die, and I did lose. Also the whole time me and him were competing to live by answering the questions telepathically. The whole time this was happening I had no idea I was just freaking out. So I thought that's why my dad didn't like me getting high because if I got too high I would have to play a game for my own fate.