Something weird happened last night... I'm not really sure what happened... this is a kinda serious thing too... I'm not bragging or joking or whatever...

So I hadn't smoked in about 4 months but last night I smoked with a few guys that I've recently met, and as far as I know these guys are hardcore smokers and they said it was dank shit... well I've only smoked a handful of times and very occasionally at that, but I was like sure...

So we're passing the bowl around the circle, and about the 2nd or 3rd time around for me... everything starts to go wrong. My vision was completely fucked up. Everything was spinning, everything was slightly rainbowy, but above all the thing that I noticed most is that I felt like I was viewing the world as though it were lit by strobe lights... my vision was constantly blacking in and out, pulsing, almost like one of those old-style "flick" movies with the projector...yaknow, frames of black...

I also felt really out-of-touch with reality. I was pretty much incapable of focusing my thoughts into locution... I was just watching... it was almost like I was watching a TV show, except that I was in the TV show but sorta invisible... like this TV show was happening around me... I felt like I was the old lady in Requiem for a Dream watching that TV show... but anyway it was like a TV show of reruns, this never-ending conversation that I'm completely unable to follow (I remember something about a bluesnegro and something about a tumor, but I really don't remember a lot of what was happening last night...) is circling around endlessly, and what's more is that everybody is all telling me this same conversation all at once and they're like... stopping in mid-sentence to have a different person continue that sentence and strain of thought without a hesitation. It was so fucking weird.

I remember some of what was going through my mind... I kept wondering if I was really alive or if I had died. It felt like I had died, like I was in limbo, like I was watching the direction my life would have gone in... or something like that. I kept thinking "there's no way this is real because he would have finished that beer by now..." or "no way, that's just too witty and unrealistic" or whatever... it all felt like a dream at the time... and looking back the only real way I know now that it wasn't a dream and that last night actually did happen was that I have misquito bites all over my legs from us sitting outside... like I said I felt like an audience member during this all and the only thing I could do was keep scratching my legs and keep laughing... every now and then I'd like...stand up... or something to break the cycle of reruns and convince myself that I actually still did exist... but yet each time the pipe came back around to me... I felt like I could do nothing but keep taking hits from it because I didn't want to break the circle or overreact or something...

I dunno... what the fuck...
I don't even know what to say or think. I've never done acid before, but last night kinda felt like what I think a bad acid trip feels like. Somebody said the weed might have been laced by PCP, has anybody ever been fucked up by that before? Does my story make any sense... can anybody tell me what the fuck happened?
jdub61 Reviewed by jdub61 on . Laced weed? I was tripping or something... (long) Something weird happened last night... I'm not really sure what happened... this is a kinda serious thing too... I'm not bragging or joking or whatever... So I hadn't smoked in about 4 months but last night I smoked with a few guys that I've recently met, and as far as I know these guys are hardcore smokers and they said it was dank shit... well I've only smoked a handful of times and very occasionally at that, but I was like sure... So we're passing the bowl around the circle, and about Rating: 5