DOSE:

3 - 4 bowls

smoked

Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

65 kg

I’d been experimenting with pot on and off for about a year by the time of this fairly weird and unpleasant experience. Me and my mates would go to the river or up “Rocky Hill” and find a nice place and have a kind of ceremony type thing. Out of all of us in those early times I was the only one who went on to become a full on eventual bonghead, which I’d imagine I spent a good four or five years wasting time doing. But anyhoo.

On this particular occasion it was just myself and my friend “C” going for a “sesh” as we called it. We found a nice spot well off the path from the river under a massive gum tree (which has since fallen over) and sat down to get started. We’d come prepared with food and drink and books to draw in and things, that’s how we did things in those days. I fashioned a crude bong out of a coke bottle and hose, made a conepiece out of a pacman shaped cutout from a coke can and we were set.

We smoked two or three cones each and were having a great time, laughing and joking, just having fun talking shit. We started eating chips and drawing funny pictures in the book and it was just like any other time that I’d smoked pot in those times: bloody good fun. But then I had another cone.

Almost instantaneously, as I exhaled, shit went tits up and very strange. I was standing up for some reason as I was smoking and I felt what can only be described for lack of any proper terminology as my intangible self ballooning out of my physical self. That sounds really silly, but that’s sort of what it was. I couldn’t see myself expanding, but I could feel it or sense it somehow. It wasn’t my body that was expanding, but my self or my being or something. I was expanding and about to come out of myself and this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and was quite frightening.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to contain the expansion and that I’d burst or explode or something, like a tyre with too much air. But I just kept expanding out of myself. By the time I’d reached the approximate size of a tennis court I felt very dizzy and fell flat on my face. I also remember that I expanded in an elliptical shape, a not quite perfect circle that was narrower at my sides.

Then within an instant I was high above myself. I could see myself on the ground and C standing next to me. I didn’t feel that I was dying or anything, I felt relief that I was no longer expanding. But then I realized I was above myself, and that that decidedly wasn’t normal. After a wave of panic I was back in myself and lying on the ground, I was telling C to leave me alone, to not talk to me. All of this occurred in probably all of ten seconds.

I lay on the ground and was what can only be described as tripping balls. I saw crazy patterns of exploding stars when I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I could see an enormous roman-type city scape within a real space of about a metre. C was getting rather worried and wanted to leave, but I was in no state to go anywhere. I didn’t want to stand up again, I was frightened that I’d start expanding and leaving myself again. C really wanted to leave, he was scared of spiders and snakes, and my weirdness didn’t help.

I told him to leave me alone if he wanted, but he wouldn’t which in hindsight was a good thing. I don’t know what would have happened if he had of gone. I probably would have spiralled way out of control. I was scared that I’d lost the plot and was going to be in this state for the rest of my life.

C kept insisting we leave. He insisted I needed help, something which the prospect of, ambulances and doctors, scared the hell out of me. I told him again and again he could leave, I actually wanted him to leave, he was annoying me with his wanting to go. I now realize him talking and me talking back to him was the only thing grounding me in reality. If I had have been alone, I would have been fucked.

I lay there watching the shooting stars and opening my eyes to check if the roman cityscape was gone every now and again. I told myself once the cityscape was gone, I would leave. Eventually, after what seemed like half a day but was really about 45 minutes, we did leave, but the cityscape was still there. When I stood up I began to balloon out of myself but I thought something like “No, stop” and then it was no more. But I still felt like shit and walking out of there and back into town was very difficult. Conversation was difficult too, but eventually I got into the swing of it and we were laughing and joking about what had just happened. By then I was still stoned, but only stoned like it had been every other time. We went and got some hot chips and got the bus home.

I gave C the rest of the pot and after that I didn’t smoke for about 3 or 4 months, it had scared me shitless. But the next time I tried it I had a good time so I got back into it big time. I’ve had a few more bad experiences since then, but none were anywhere near as intense. Comparatively, they don’t even rate. Eventually smoking became paranoia and anxiety coupled with some weird border-schizo ideas, and not at all a good time so I stopped, and now I hardly touch the weed. But it took a long time.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 77088
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Oct 19, 2022	Views: 495
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