Alright, just call me Void. I've only been smoking pot for...3 or 4 years I guess. I really can't remember all the times I've smoked but that's probably a good thing, right? Around Christmas of 2005 I was really depressed and had to go to a mental institution. They had me on all kinds of drugs, 8 a day, can't even remember them all, Wellbutrin, Lisinopril, Seroquel, and Lexapro are the ones I remember. Well I didn't smoke a whole lot after that not really thinking about it much, but I had smoked a good amount of times before and always gotten a good relaxed high, sometimes giggley or paranoid but never that bad and I'd smoked bowl after bowl after bowl for long periods of time, tho not very often. Well Eventually I tried pot again and it really fucked me up, I can't really remember how, but it wasn't the same as before, and I attributed it to the drugs tho I may have gotten like that before I had been on them I don't really remember. I kindof quit smoking for a while and quit the medications I was on. One day I tried it again and it really fucked me up again, like highly paranoid couldn't move much, scared, messed up. I did it a few more times and eventually quit in aspiration of finding a job. Well 8 months passed and I finally got a job, I hadn't really thought about pot much in that time and I realized that I could smoke again after I got my first and only drug test for the job. I have done it twice since then and both times are memorable experiences. My frned was there and could tell you more about exactly how I was acting but I will try to describe it to you in my own words tho it may not make sense. The first time I sat down in a circle with four other people, three of us on a couch and the other two on the floor. We had two bowls going around and the two chicks supplying each had their own stuff in each bowl. The first inhale was godly. All the memories and sensations of the smoke came back, the wonderful smell and taste...it was amazing. The second bowl provided a much harsher toke, I coughed and choked on it, but got a good hit in before passing it to my buddy. He was in a similar situation but pot has never effected him like this and didn't that night or the next time a few days later. Anyways, the bowls kept going around and around and not a whole lot was happening, then it started to hit me pretty quickly, within' about 2 or 3 minutes of feeling the first sensation I knew I was gone and I said it. They all knew too. There were two pictures of mona lisa, one on the door and a messed up cartoony one on the wall, they were facing each other and I was in the middle between them. There was also this picture next to the weird mona lisa of three dark swans in a lake surrounded by mountains or something, really dark painting. It was beautiful. Somehow I decided that the guy who wrote The DaVinci Code had been sitting exactly where I was sitting and that's how he came up with that idea for the book and the book angels adn demons. Somehow I thought I was a mirror between the two mona lisas and then I looked at the swans and in the bottom right corner there were these smudges of red that turned into demons and in the top left corner there were these lights that turned into angels. Hense his first book Angels and Demons. It freaked me out. Apparently I kept talking about it but was completely incoherent and no one understood what I was saying except I kept freakign out about Angels and Demons and the Mona Lisa pictures. After a while I decided that if they opend the curtains my entire family would be there watching me with disapointment. I started to freak out thinking I was being tested and I had failed. I didn't know what to do, I was completely lost. After some more time and apparently I kept mumbling things that made no sence and they would discuss what I had been talking about while I sat there in my own world then I would say something else and they'd start discussing that. I have no idea what I was saying and I didn't even notice they were talking about me. I did keep saying that my buddy knew, what he knew I have no idea and he doesn't either. And then one of the chicks kept laughing and I would turn to her and very somberly ask her what she was laughing about, which apparently came off as being cruel. Luckily that high only lasted a few hours and things led to other things and we eventually went home. No one else was even remotly close to that high but we all attributed it to me not smoking in so long, tho my friend hadn't felt that high oh well. I just figured I had smoked too much and next time I'd take it easy. Well the next chance soon presented it self a few days later. We were partying at someone's house and they were all drunk, but I didn't feel like drinking. I was the only sober one there and had quite a terrible night. Anyways, when morning finally came one of the guys walked out with a joint burning and asked me and my buddy if we wanted to smoke, i said hell yes and jumped up but my buddy declined, bad hangover. I took one hit, that's it, and went back inside(he had gone outside to smoke). I sat down on the couch and said, we'll see what happens in 15 mins if this is going to fuck me up or not. the 15 mins. passed and nothing spectacular happend, i might have been slightly giggly but it was hard to tell. So I went upstairs and they were smoking a new joint and I took two hits off of that one and left. About 10 mins later I started to get the full force of the first hit, I was rolling with laughter for no reason. But at least this time I was coherent, I explained to my friend what was going on in my head and he understood me. It went on like this, but I kept getting higher and higher, eventually I lost sensation in my body and had taken my keys out of my pocket. I decided that I was going to go driving(while sitting there on the couch). I took off, it was fucked up, that was the first time I had driven a mannual transmission in almost a year and a half and even tho I didn't stall it I came pretty close. I only managed to get it to second gear before I quit driving. I dropped the keys in my other hand and one key in particular(the key to my mom's van) hit it head on first. Somehow I made the connection that my hand was a doorway and I opend it(exactly where the key had hit it, I could feel it and see the light of the indent where teh key would fit perfectly) with the van key. I pushed my hand aside and walked thru. What I saw in that world I will never know, it was so fucking special that I burst into laughter, maybe a very pink bunny-ish world with cute crap I don't know, but it was fucking hilarious. I sat on the couch with tears streaming down my cheeks, litterally crying from laughing so hard. I had to take my glasses off and keep wiping my face. It was rediculous. I think that's when I started to get too high for coherency and my friend no longer knew what I was thinking, it went on for probably another half hour to hour and then I started to come down. The weird thing was I never hit real again. I was still a little funny the rest of the day until a few hours before I went to bed. I can't really explain it, it's like I couldn't feel my body. When I woke up the next morning I had the same feeling, it was freaking me out, it shouldn't be lasting this long, but whatever, I enjoyed it. It kindof went on and off thru-out the day somehow relating to eating, I'm not sure. At first I thought it happend when I woke up, because THC stores in your fat cells I figured that not eating while asleep made my body start utilizing the fat cells that had THC in them which released it back into my blood stream making me slightly high again. But after thinking about it it didn't seem to go away after I ate every time, I still don't understand it. In fact today is the first day where I THINK I am back to normal, it has been almost a week since I got high.

I am so confused about what happend. I am praying that someone will have the answers here because it is bugging the hell out of me. At first I thought I was allergic but my friend didn't agree and then after it kept affecting me days after the fact he started to think that was it too. I'm not sure anymore though. I am very intelligent person and also VERY fat and tall. So it's not a weight issue. Also I've taken pot before(not to mention shrooms, which fucking rock, and robo-tripping, among other things) so I don't think it's a inexperienced thing. The other drugs I take don't affect me like this, I've gotten really drunk and taken robotussin very recently and neither of those had any un-predictible affects, tho it takes a fuckload to get me to feel anything. It also seems like I go completely retarded when I get high, I am not the same person, my IQ goes from 142 to something in the double digits, it's so hard to say, it may go up actually, but the fact that I can't communicate might make me seem retarded. When I'm high I can understand what I'm thinking about and the connections are simply genius but I can't convey what I'm seeing to other people. And I can't really remember what I was seeing while it happend. I really need someone to tell me what's going on and I figured cannabis.com would be the best place to ask around. I thank you in advance for your answers, they are greatly appreciated.
VoidGuardian Reviewed by VoidGuardian on . Please Help Alright, just call me Void. I've only been smoking pot for...3 or 4 years I guess. I really can't remember all the times I've smoked but that's probably a good thing, right? Around Christmas of 2005 I was really depressed and had to go to a mental institution. They had me on all kinds of drugs, 8 a day, can't even remember them all, Wellbutrin, Lisinopril, Seroquel, and Lexapro are the ones I remember. Well I didn't smoke a whole lot after that not really thinking about it much, but I had Rating: 5