Hey tv.tf, I just wanted to share a story that recently happened to me, and I honestly have no idea what to think of it because all of the friends I have talked to (irl friends) have said that something like this has never happened to them.

I recently had my birthday about a week ago (on the 12th), and I wanted to try smoking weed to see what it was like. I heard you usually never get high your first time, so I went all out with one of my friends and we smoked a few bowls together. I didn't really feel anything but a little light headedness, dizzy, I zoned out of stuff a lot, and could really only concentrate on one thing at a time. So I thought, "weed really isnt worth it, if that is all that I get out of it". I thought it wasn't anything special and I would probably never try it again.
I got grounded for Christmas Break (not for getting caught smoking weed), and so I thought, "I am going to need something to relax me over the Break and just chill out". So I decided to buy a bamboo pipe and 10 dollars of mid to smoke a bit over the 2 weeks I'm out for Christmas. So last Friday, the day we got out of school for the holidays, I went home and smoked a small bowl of weed before my parents got home, I got about 2-3 hits from it and didn't feel a thing so I went to take a shower to clean off and I hid my stuff.
After my parents got home, they left shortly after to go to a Christmas party for the night at their work so I decided it would be a good night to try smoking again to actually experieince a high. So, I go outside without shoes on in 45 degree weather and I spark up a big bowl and start smoking it for about 10 minutes. I didn't even feel the cold anymore about 5 minutes into smoking. I took about 8 really good hits, and after each time I would spark up the bowl, and get a big hit, the bowl would still kind of be on fire a little bit so I would get about 2-4 smaller hits in between each big hit. It got to the point where it felt amazing just to sit there and smoke and it relaxed me so much. I didn't really know how much I smoked, but all i inhaled for the next 5 minutes was cannabis. I decided that it was enough to get a high, so I stood up to throw away the disposable bowl I had made from tin foil. And thats when it hit me, everything started spinning and I felt light as a kite. All I could remember thinking was, "holy shit I'm high" and that voice kept replaying over and over in my head until I snapped out of that daze and was in my bed staring off into nothing. On the way to my room, I remember not even being able to hide the pipe and rest of the weed (enough to smoke another 2-3 times), so I just put it in my car and slammed the door shut and stumbled across my house into my room. And thats when I thought, "What if I accidentally kill myself?"
I kept snapping in and out of reality, time went by so slow. What felt like an hour had only been a few minutes, or moments. I snapped out of it, stood up, and the only thing I could think to do was to call one of my closest friends who smoked weed. She talked me through stuff until she had to hang up. I went outside to sit down and talk to her and felt my mouth getting dry so I ask her what the feeling was and she said I got cotton mouth. In my high state, all I could think was, "Ohhh, this is why they call it cotton mouth." Because I felt this tingling feeling on both sides of my mouth and for some reason I felt like a cotton mouth snake. So i got up and went inside to get some water, poured about half a cup out and drank about 20-30 sips. Then I set the cup down and started talking to my friend again, then I went into this weird paradox of time and when I snapped out I told her that I thought I took 20 sips of water but the water on the counter was still as full as I poured it. I started freaking out, I kept losing concentration and kept going into weird dazes and kept getting disoriented.
My friend had to hang up because she got to her dads house, so then i decided to talk and message other close friends because it was the only thing that could keep me sane at the time. Then I really tripped out, I thought I blacked out but I think I only blinked. It felt like hours but was probably only a few moments of actual time. I kept opening and closing my eyes thinking I kept blacking out and kept forgetting how to actually function. I dropped my phone out of my hands without even realizing it, blacked out again, and came back into it, then I dropped down to the ground to check my phone, stood up and ran around my house. I never blacked out again, or tripped out that bad anymore on it.
Probably the hardest thing to do is to take a shower while high. I had no sense of direction while I was high. I remember running into my garage, garage door still open, I was naked and outside trying to make sure I had hidden my pipe and the rest of the weed under my passenger side of my car seat. Then I ran back inside, and put my clothes in the washing machine to wash them, forgot what I was doing, then I went to take a shower, not even starting my clothes in the washing machine. As I was taking my shower, I kept dazing in and out, it felt like my shower was at least 20 minutes, so I jumped out as fast as I could and dried off still snapping in and out of reality and time. I got to my room and saw that only 6 minutes past. I remembered that I had to start my clothes in the washing machine so I ran in there to do that, then i put on some clothes.
The rest of my high wasn't as freaky, because the rest of it was more relaxed and calm. I sat down and turned on a movie and discovered that the movie was slowed down when I started watching it for a long time which now seems pretty awesome but at the time, I hated the feeling of time being slowed down. Food tasted so much better, I ate a double decker peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, the jelly tasted like actual grapes and strawberries, the peanut butter melted in my mouth and the bread was so soft. When I listened to slow music, it slowed down time, and when I listened to rock music or faster music, it helped me keep time better. Nothing anybody did made me mad at all, I remember my brother got really mad at me for something, but I turned around and shrugged it off and walked away with this joy in my chest and I just wanted to laugh and smile.
Later that night, I had a horrible night of sleep. I kept slipping in and out of sleep back into actual reality like how i slipped in and out of dazes when I was actually awake. I woke up around 6-7 times throughout the night all seperated by an hour or 2. I woke up the next morning still kinda buzzed, I was starving, it was hard to concentrate on anything. I was laid back, and felt like just being lazy.
I don't know what happened when I tripped out, a few of my irl friends said it could have been laced with something (possibly roach killer) or maybe it was really good loud and I just got really fucked up from it. Has anyone ever had a trip like this from weed (or any drug). Feel free to share.