Probably the 3rd time I smoked, my friend got an ounce of nugs and made me and another friend that we would smoke all of it before the night was over. We didn't finish the zone but I was damn high. I was seeing geometric patterns when I closed my eyes and the patterns gave me crazy deja vu to my childhood. We wandered around target and I felt like I was just stuck in some sort of cooperate mechanism and that it was my duty as an American to stop the behemoth. Those are pretty much the exact words I was saying but I hardly remember. My friend got a lot of it on tape.
probably the eigth time i ever smoked. it was a packed cigarette of straight haze and at camp. me and my bud were smoking on this little bridge going across a small stream which connected two lakes. after about fifteen minutes i was lost in hallucinations. i was at an ocean, people were being seen in double back at the log cabin and the forest was filled with many crazy animals thrashing about my knees. i got back to shelter, had some spiked rasberry juice, started listening to echoes for a while and passed out. i felt it the next day.
That sounds like it could have been scary. Was it? Was it night time? Was it like the Blare Witch Project ?