Last night I loaded 58mg, weighed the pipe, and took two tokes. Usually I would've taken at least three, but the second tickled my throat pretty good and the room was already transforming in ways I hadn't yet seen. That's when I had my first vivid open-eye glimpse of the so-called elves. One ran across the living room, completely rearranging time-space in its wake and the other sat next to me and kept trying to whisper things in my ear. One more toke would've helped me see quite a bit better though, because weighing the pipe afterward revealed that I had only smoked ~20mg. I hope this is only a taste of things to come, but I wonder if this has anything to do with not having smoked in about a week.