DOSE:

1

oral

Cannabis - High THC

(edible / food)

BODY WEIGHT:

130 lb

I’ll start by saying I’m usually not the type to take drugs alone. I’ve also never messed with anything that would make me hallucinate, because I know that my mind can be a scary place.

I obtained the edible—one four dollar little gummy that contained 100mg of cannabis oil—from my friend’s roommate/drug dealer. I was fairly drunk when I bought it, and didn’t know what to do with it when I woke up the next day and found it in my purse, so I put it in a drawer by my bed and let it sit there for some time.

About a month later, I came home on a Thursday night after getting a flu shot. My arm hurt, and since I’m fairly afraid of needles, I thought I deserved a reward. I remembered the little edible gummy, and decided to take it. Let me warn you that following decision is very stupid and should not be repeated by anyone.

My friend who’s drug dealer/roommate I’d bought the edible from had told me at the time that I bought it that I should eat the whole gummy in order to get high. I believed his words because the gummy was pretty small and only four dollars. I figured four dollars was a reasonably cheap price for someone to get one high off an edible; I thought it would’ve been way too cheap for an edible that could last for multiple different occasions. I would soon find out how wrong I was.

So I took the whole thing, ignoring the dosage label on this medical gummy, which said that the recommended dose was only 30mg. I ignored it also because I am known to not get very high easily—I generally have to smoke pretty large amounts of marijuana to feel it. I had also taken edibles in the past and not gotten high off them, and I didn’t want this to be one of those times.

After I ate it, I turned off all my lights and laid in bed with my laptop. I knew that edibles could take about an hour to be effective, so I decided to watch one episode of Criminal Minds and see if I felt it after. I got about ten minutes into the episode when the things that the characters were saying started to seem REALLY weird and funny, even though I knew that they weren’t supposed to be. I turned off the episode.

Everything just started to seem really weird. I’m not really sure how else to describe it. I had recently changed the desktop picture on my laptop to a trippy drawing that I really liked, but looking at it now it seemed almost evil-looking.

The following events that occurred are a bit blurry. I’m not sure the exact order of their occurrence but I’ll recount it to the best of my ability.

I remember turning on my bedroom light at some point, but my room just looked really small and weird. I sat on the edge of my bed wondering what the hell I had just taken, questioning for a second if it was even weed. I turned off the light again and my room still looked weird from what I could see. I opened my window next to my bed, and I remember that made things so much better. Everything outside my window looked normal and the open window seemed to give some perspective to my room and make it look not so small (it’s actually a pretty big room for a bedroom).

Then things started to get R E A L L Y weird. I had to lay down. Even though I hadn’t smoked, my throat felt extremely dry as if I’d just took huge bong rips. I kept trying to reach for my water bottle but it was extremely difficult to gather up the energy to even reach my arm over to my nightstand. I felt so weak and tired, like I was basically asleep but still conscious.

I decided at some point to listen to music and try to fall asleep. Luckily, (I’m pretty sure) my phone and headphones were already somewhere on my bed so I plugged them in and clicked the first album I saw on the screen—a Jhene Aiko album. I didn’t even have the energy to choose what music I wanted.

I was laying down with my eyes closed and although I was basically dead, I could NOT keep still—my body was shaking. No matter how hard I concentrated I could not stop my entire body from shaking. I arranged my pillows and blankets into the most comfortable position that I usually sleep in, but I knew I’d arranged them wrong because I remember my head was waaaay too high and the pillow I was hugging wasn’t the one I usually used for hugging.

And also—this is extremely hard to explain so it might not make much sense—every word that I said to myself in my head sounded weird. You know how you sometimes think to yourself in direct words rather than just vague ideas? Every word was altered to sound really weird. For example I COULD NOT think the word “pillow”, every time I tried it came out in my head something like “pooogooog” (I’m not sure if that’s the exact word. I don’t remember. I just remember it made me really uncomfortable and I kept telling my mind to just shut up).

So anyways, back to the music I was listening to. Every song was like a different trip. I don’t remember what colors or patterns I saw but I remember some songs gave me really good trips and some gave me really bad ones. I wish I could remember exactly what I saw but all I remember is that it pretty much alternated between feeling euphoric and feeling a really negative/evil presence. I remember wondering if I was bipolar.

At some point, I heard a loud knock on my door. I wasn’t sure if I had hallucinated it or if it was real, but my entire body froze up and my heart started beating fast. I really didn’t want any of my roommates to come in and see me like this. If they had, I wouldn’t have been able to respond to them or even open my eyes if they tried to talk to me or wake me up. There wasn’t another knock after that. I hoped that whoever it was had seen that my light was off and assumed I’d went to bed, even though it was only about 10 or 11pm and I’d been known to go to bed around 2am.

I heard an ambulance outside, which is actually pretty common where I live to hear one in the distance. It sounded really close, which I’m sure was because I was high (I always mix up my sound directions and volumes). I assumed the ambulance was for me. I assumed that someone had come into my room and seen me shaking but also non-responsive and called 911.
I thought I heard my roommates’ voices talking in a worried tone. I was lying on my back, and suddenly I could see arms reaching around me and grabbing a defibrillator, yelling “clear”, and pushing it against my chest. I thought I was in the back of an ambulance. I could feel myself not responding to the defibrillator, no matter how much I wanted to just sit up and tell everyone I was okay. I could feel myself dying.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up in my bed at about 5am. My throat was extremely dry. I felt like my mind was almost completely sober, but when I tried to stand up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t walk. I had to crawl.

The next day I woke up at around 2pm. I realized that I probably hadn’t gone in the back of an ambulance or to a hospital due to the fact that I was back in my bed. But I still thought that my roommates had found me and that some sort of drama had gone on last night about whether or not I was okay. (This was not the case—they acted completely normal. I’m pretty sure that to this day they still don’t even know I ever took the edible.) I still felt extremely weak and slow—I found out soon that I had a high fever. I’m not sure if this fever was due to the edible, or due to the flu shot that I’d had the night before. Either way, it just lasted one day and I spent the entire day in bed.

Memories of that night are still so blurry, but trying to remember them comes with a very negative feeling. This happened about six months ago, and I am only recently starting to be able to talk about it.

I can’t listen to Jhene Aiko anymore.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106488
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Nov 26, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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