DOSE:		smoked	Cannabis
		smoked	Unknown

BODY WEIGHT:

120 lb

[Erowid Note: Some authors report suspicions that their cannabis has been 'laced' (adulterated), in some cases, presumably with PCP. While this is possible, readers should be aware that idiosyncratic response to the effects of cannabis (usually higher doses) can lead some users to presume their cannabis has been 'laced'. There is no way to know if the cannabis in the report below was adulterated or not. Reports of plant material and cannabis laced with powerful synthetic cannabinoids and other psychoactive substances became more common starting in 2007.]
A few months before I had moved provinces with my family, and being stubborn and unhappy, decided to move back to where my friends were.

An ex boyfriend of mine had been in town for a concert, and I caught a ride home with him, eight hours, with him and his roommate. I was quite big into smoking pot and considered myself a stoner, so we spent the majority of the ride talking about different drugs.

When we arrived in town, they suggested I come take a couple hoots with them because I hadn't smoked since I had left the province. After much persuasion, I agreed. I didn't feel like smoking weed, I was too tired already.

He pulled out the bong and I took one rip. A full bowl, so I coughed a lot. I instantly became high off the exhale, which I didn't realize was weird until a few days after. But instead of the floaty, happy feeling I was expecting to get I felt numb, and that freaked me out, but the numbness was taking over. I managed to convince my friend to drive me to my new place, it took insane amounts of effort to move my bags, my arms felt heavy, I felt heavy. I didn't want to move.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
Driving there I realized how stoned I must have been, I was literally too high to make eye contact with people. I couldn't read the street signs, I shrugged it off and didn't think anything of it.

Getting to the house, moved my stuff inside and my ex left. That's it got weird. I shit the door, and felt my body turn to face inside and reach my arm out, then I turned around and opened the door. I shut it again and continued to do this motion, I couldn't control myself.

My heart was racing. I started trying to think why was this happening? At first I thought I had been roofied, but I dismissed the idea. A new idea formed, I must be lucid dreaming. I turned the house and screamed into the dark room, 'this a lucid dream, everything stop!' The entire room went silent, too still. It scared me. I turned around and the room felt like it was vaulting foreword I grabbed the door and sunk down to the floor holding it. I remember just wanting it to end. A new thought formed, maybe I'm dead? Maybe I'm dead and this is my eternal punishment. I screamed the most bloodcurdling scream I could ever do, I could feel it bouncing off the walls and I could slightly see paisleys. The floor turned green and I stood up.

I suddenly realized I was hallucinating, but how? Maybe I had taken something and forgot about it? Maybe I'm not even in this house right now, I'm tripping so hard that I think I'm in a different place? Maybe my entire life up until this point has been a trip and I just now realized I'm tripping? I started freaking out, screaming into the house, 'I'm having a bad trip! Someone help me! Someone help me!' I didn't know what to think. I walked right out the front door and down the street. Fully intent on reaching a hospital. About two blocks down walking in cold September at night in just a sweater. I started coming to my senses, I turned and walked back to my house. I had left the door right open.

Later one of my friends told me it sounded like my weed was laced. He said that based on the high off the exhale and that I remembered the weed crackling more than usual.

That was my first time smoking laced weed, my first time hallucinating, and my first bad trip.

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Second version of report, submitted two weeks later:

Something I Couldn't Even Imagine

Before I begin the tale of my most frightening trip ever, I have to include that this was also the first time I had ever been exposed to anything stronger than Marijuana products, and it was completely unintentional. I will refer to the people in the story by their first initial.

After a eight hour drive, my friend O invited me back to his house to smoke a couple of bowls out of his new bong. I hadn't smoked pot in over four months, and after a bit of convincing I finally agreed to join him.

We headed back to his house and packed a bowl, I smoked the first one. I noticed while lighting the bowl that the weed crackled a lot more than it usually did. I also felt super strange right off the exhale.

It was quite a bigger bowl than I was normally used to and I coughed a lot. O took a bowl and offered me another one, I refused. For some reason I felt really heavy and groggy. I couldn't really fully understand what was happening.

I knew somewhere in my head that it was important for me to head to my roommates house. I managed to drag myself up and drag my stuff to O's car. We started driving.

The entire way to my house, I felt super strange and heavy. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with anybody, and I couldn't concentrate on anything. O was talking to me but what he was saying wasn't making any sense.

We eventually ended up at the house, and as we pulled up, O parked half onto the sidewalk, I asked him why he was driving like he was drunk and he replied something that I couldn't understand, it was like he wasn't speaking the same language as me.

We dragged my stuff to the house and I walked in, O left, and I just stood there with the door open. That's when it started getting really intense.

I closed the door behind O, and turned around. Then for some reason (it felt like I was stuck in a time loop) I turned around again and opened the door, I then continued the repeat this process for what felt like ever.

A thought popped into my head at that moment, and the only thing I could think of was that I had been roofied at some point in time. My brain was trying to determine what was happening and I figured that couldn't be what it was.

My second thought was that I was in a lucid dream. I turned around, the only thing I knew about lucid dreaming is that you could control them. So I looked in to the dark house and yelled, 'This is a fucking lucid dream! Everything has to stop.'

At that moment everything seemed to freeze, but nothing actually stopped moving.

I grabbed onto the open door and watched O drive away. (That's how slow time was moving) I slid onto the floor, still holding the door and screamed the loudest scream I have ever screamed. It felt like the world was tilting and I didn't know what to think.

A scary thought popped into my head, 'I must be dead.' I was freaking out by this point, 'I'm dead and I'm in hell. This is my purgatory and I'm going to be forced to live through this forever.' I felt like I was going to cry.

Then I felt my consciousness poking through the scary thought. YOU ARE TRIPPING.

I stood up, I was trying to figure out what was happening, what I was tripping on, I went through all the lists of drugs I knew in my head and none of them were sticking.

Maybe I had taken something and I just didn't remember? Maybe I wasn't actually in this house, maybe I was with a group of people. I started talking out loud to let them know what was happening, I was screaming, 'I'm having a bad trip you guys, someone help me PLEASE!'

A scarier thought, maybe everything that has every happened to me up until this point has been a trip? And I'm going to come out of it and I'm going to be a drug addict and all messed up. And I started crying.

I NEED TO GET TO A HOSPITAL. I walked out my front door, leaving the door open and started walking down the street. Until I realized that what I was doing was stupid, I headed home and shut the door to sit on the couch.

I spent the entire night sitting up being paranoid until one of my roommates woke up and I told him what was happening. He is quite experienced with drugs and helped me figure out I was tripping.

**A friend I didn't notice was passed out on our couch the whole time drunk as fuck, told me that I didn't scream anything, I did mention a bad trip and I sat there talking to myself the entire time.

Scariest thing that has EVER happened to me.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 98087
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Aug 5, 2017	Views: 2,146
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