DOSE:

0.5 g

smoked

Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

155 lb

Although I’m still in high school, I’d consider myself a pretty seasoned pot smoker, and I’ve never had anything quite like this happen to me. It started out normal enough, me and my friend went back to his house 7th period to smoke some bud and then come back for the last period of the day. We were using a 2 liter as a waterfall, and we each packed ourselves a nice fat bowl. Once we were done we headed back to school and I got to my class just as it was starting.

As I sat down my friend sitting next to me turned and said something to me. I was looking straight at him, but I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying. I said what and he repeated it, but I couldn’t tell what the hell he was saying. I was looking at him and everything else around him was dissolving away. I just shook my head and turned away, leaving him puzzled as to why I was acting so weird. When I turned back to look at the front of the class, I realized that I was no longer in my classroom, but in some place I had never been before. It was as if the room was nothing more than a painting placed in front of my eyes.

This is when things started to get really fucked up. My vision in a matter of seconds dissolved into what I can only describe as a swirling mass of grey fuzz. I was completely blind. I turned my head from right to left. nothing changed, just the same grey fuzz but now faint black patterns were beginning to emerge through it. I decided to close my eyes to see if it would help, but it didn’t, closing my eyes literally had no effect on my vision, it still looked the same, I couldn’t tell if I had my eyes open or closed. It was as if my eyelids were nothing but a thin translucent membrane between this new world and my eyes.

That’s when I started to freak out a bit. I stayed in that place for what seemed like ages. I could hear the teacher but he seemed miles away. I tried to focus my eyes in front of me in the place where I imagined the teacher to be, but I had no idea. I started to twitch and I was sure now that everyone in the class was staring at me. It was the most hopeless feeling I’ve ever had, there was nothing I could do. Just then I began to make out a familiar shape through the swirling grey patterns. It was my teacher! Or what looked like a stencil drawing of him covered in vines. It was such a strange feeling coming back into my classroom, as if I was returning from some distant place. I seized the opportunity and made my way to the bathroom. As I entered my vision disappeared again and I walked into the stall door twice trying to get into it. Sitting on the toilet I remember the corner of the room looking like the edge of a 3D cube sitting in front of me.

I spent the next hour walking around the large stall literally rehabilitating myself back to normalcy. School ended and I was still there, struggling to make my legs work without tripping over myself. Eventually I made it out of the stall and into the now empty hallways. Leaving that stall made me remember just where I was and what I was doing in that building. I remembered all my friends and my teachers and classes. Such a strange feeling, remembering that all these things were a part of my life. Well I made it home and everything was fine. I don’t have flashbacks or anything, in fact I would say that the experience could have actually been enjoyable had it not happened in school. I’m almost positive the weed wasn’t laced, I’d smoked it before and the guy I got it from is not one to have laced weed. Still it was the craziest experience I’ve ever had off of smoking weed alone, and something I'd like to recreate in a safer setting.

I feel like that swirling mass of grey fuzz is a place that holds many a thing for me to learn.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 71158
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Oct 1, 2018	Views: 647
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