Almost entirely closed eye. It was as if I couldn't close my eyes for fear of being held hostage by my imagination; I would give in just for a second and it would turn out that it had been an hour since I last spoke or opened my eyes or did anything.
At lower doses it was fractals, at higher doses the hallucinations stopped having anything I would call meaning. Things melted alot.
RE: An unrealistic recovery, part 1: Coming to terms with the jerkass that I was.