Ever been stoned and something really fucking weird happened?

A few times, I have been baked and then something totally weird happens. Here is one of my experiences, haha.

Once I was baked and hanging at the town park with two guy friends. It was kinda dark, around 9 p.m. Anyway, this homeless dude who was nicknamed "Jesus" rode by on his bicycle when one of my friends yelled, "Jesus, is that you?" and he just waved back.
Then as we were joking around about "Jesus", this truck drove up beside us and this guy asked us what we were laughing about, and we replied that we were laughing about "Jesus". Then he said, "Jesus?! Where!?" and we pointed in the direction of Jesus, then he peeled out and drove away.

and then you ask yourself..."Did that really happen?"

Post your stories!

 

There is kind of another thread like this ... But I'll respond with a different story to this one.

This is completely a you have to have been there and stoned type story but I was with my friend Bill and we smoked a grip of weed before heading over to his spot which was about 20 mins away. We were crusing on the freeway fine discussing music, laughing our assess off about old times together then all of a sudden Bill slams on the breaks and we come to a screeching halt about a foot behind this humungous beat up old van. We both look forward and see a bumper sticker that reads "Bill says no to drugs but yes to burritos" we laughed for about 20 minutes straight.

 

hahahahhaha That is so NOT a "you have to have been there" type of story. I just laughed my ass off. lol

 

haha right on, it was straight up ridiculous.

 

Once my friend and I hotboxed his car in his parents driveway at 2 AM. Actually we did this for months, almost like a routine.
One night we were both blazed out of our minds, when I heard a deep, demonic voice directly behind me. I can't remember what it said, but I remember that as soon as I heard it my friend next to me jumped at the same moment I did. We looked at each other and exclaimed "did you hear that?" almost at the exact same time.
It was weird, although I'm pretty convinced my friend made the voice just to fuck around with me.

 

Not so much as weird, but really stressful and inconvenient. And of course it had to happen while I was just trying to have a nice relaxing day. Had friends over one afternoon and was blazing. My girl shows up but wasn't sure where to park, so I ran outside and got in the car and directed her around the block (my house is on the corner of a weird, like 5-way intersection) because it was too hard for me to explain over the phone. In the 15 seconds it took us to go around the block and back to the parking spot, my bf's stepdad pulls up, like 3 hours before he was supposed to get there. I'm all and a bit irritated because I had guests over and now SURPRISE I have to help my bf's stepdad load shit onto his truck (this was not arranged or approved of by me beforehand)... stoned out of my gourd and with a bad back. To complicate things further, my bf and his family are from Poland and his stepdad only speaks a speck of English. I ran into the house before he did, hoping to hell it didn't smell like weed and spraying Febreeze and wafting Nag smoke like a madwoman.

Besides a giant pile of tree cuttings, one of the things he wanted to put on the truck was the world's heaviest, rustiest, and most awkward ping pong table, which just happened to be buried underneath generations of junk in the basement. It was too big to fit through the basement stairwell, so we needed to take it apart. Every single nut and bolt on that thing was rusted shut and after about 45 minutes of trying every socket wrench and dismantling tool in the house, we finally got it apart and finagled it up the stairs. Near the top, we managed to knock over and shatter a glass jar filled with screws and nails so now we had scads of fucking sharp and slippery things all over the stairs to contend with. My 4 cats are freaking the fuck out and weaving in and out of my legs and playing with the nails and broken glass as I'm climbing the stairs backward lugging this heavy, awkward shit. My back is killing me by this point, my buzz was most certainly shot and I was millimeters away from tears. I couldn't explain to my bf's stepdad that I CAN NOT be doing this right now, because he No Habla! My poor friends, meanwhile are upstairs fucking wondering wtf I was.

That was just the base of the table. Finally, we got that shit upstairs and out to the truck. Next, we had to carry up the two 6,000 lb slabs of solid marble that was the table top (not really, but may as well). Right then, I knew how the Heebs felt building the pyramids in ancient Egypt. Back pain is at 100+ by this point. Another 20 minutes of struggling and trying to LIFT those fuckers into the truck bed and the torment was finally over. Sore, sweaty, and battered, manners were the last thing on my mind and I needed to GTFO before I broke down. I ran inside, grabbed my friends and rushed them out the door. I made up a hurried excuse about having a prior engagement with my friends, and sorry, I'd love to help you with all those tree cuttings but we gotta go! Hopped in my girl's car and she fed me some kpins and put on Matisyahu to help me cool down. Then we went to play glow-in-the-dark mini golf and things were OK.

The End.

 

This goes a little bit off topic because I was tweaked out on an almost week-long adderall binge but it was really creepy. Now keep in mind that for the past couple years i've been getting a strage rash in the back of my throat when i take adderall. It slowly got worse and worse. I've always thought that it was just an uncommon side effect. Little did I know.

After about about 5 days of taking alot of adderall to help me through exams, I got to a point where I just never got tired...even without taking it. I went for over two days without sleep. For a few nights in a row I would start to fall asleep and then would wake up gasping for breath. One morning my throat started to feel swollen and it was a little harder to breath. I had been short of breath for a few days prior.

All this having taken place, I needed more adderall to study so was still planning on taking some. Figured everything would have been fine. So im walking through my kitchen and see an old note on the side of the fridge that said "perish, sweet child!" A friend wrote it awhile back and it's been there for months. For some reason I decided to move it to the front of the fridge. About two minutes later, I'm walking in from the garage and there's an odd big white moth clinging to my slipper. I shook my foot and it wouldnt come off so I kicked my slipper across the kitchen and it landed right on top of the big and i thought it was dead. Then it decided to fly directly up in a spiraling motion all the way near the top of the fridge and landed right on that very note. "Perish, sweet child."

I started getting freaked out here and thought it was trying to tell me a method. The Mothman Prophecies, man. It sure isn't a mothman but moths are still associated with death. I don't like killing bugs and i thought it was trying to help me so i put it in a cup and then out on the window sill. It flew off and then came back and sat staring at me. I opened and closed the window a bunch of times to get it to fly away but it wouldnt so i gave up. The time was 2:30 am.

After still not being able to fall asleep for the entire night and having breathing problems, waking up gasping for breath, i go online. I start researching adderall and side effects and found something i had ceased to in the past. Difficulty breathing is a sympom of allergic reaction as well as the rash in my throat (cancer sores on tonsils; a specific type of cancer sore only caused by allergic reaction of chemical) and body aches, which I had also been getting.

So I obviously decided against taking the 30 mg that I was going to, as well as never taking adderall ever again. It was then that I remembered the moth and the warning. I went to that same window and at about 7:10am it was still there, staring. I couldn't believe my eyes. Almost 5 hours and it's still in that same spot. I then opened the window and, ironically, at that moment it decided to fly away. I started getting chills down my back and continued to for hours.

I really think I would have died if it werent for that moth. I probably wouldn't have gotten so freaked out to the point where i researched online. I would have taken the 30mg and, who knows, my throat could have swelled up more. Enough to the point where I would have suffocated. Seeing that warning made me start thinking about everything. I really believe it saved my life. Trippy shit man.

I know that was long. No one is probably gonna read it. I just figured I'd post it cuz it kinda went with the topic. Oh and cuz it's 3:45am and I'm bored as hell.

 

This was really comical when I first glanced at it. All I saw was "my friend and I hotboxed his car" and "did you hear that?"

Around here, to hotbox is to roll up all the windows in your car, turn on the heat, and fart. It's fucked up for everyone else in the car.

 

Ive been redicoulsy lost when high, other than that ive never had something too crazy happen thankfully. I cant wait to have my own pad. Ounces through the window.

 

First time i experienced an earth quake I was baked.

Well, it was an earth tremor really, quakes/tremors are very very rare here in Aus.

But it totally freaked me out, I never realised you hear them coming

 

Naturel Diasaters in themseleves are fucking scary as hell. Then their are rainstorms where its raining peace.Things can get pretty intense here on earth. Fucking nuts if you ask me.

 

Last night I went to the projects for a graduation party. Shit was a BANGGERRR in a tiny ass project. It was out of control, so obviously the cops came. I didn't want to get singled out by them as the only white boy there, so I hit dips with my friend. We got to a building, and we didn't know where to go. Some random ass old lady looks out the window and yells "Andrew and Chris, go behind the back the cops are out front!". I have no idea who the hell this lady was or how she knew our names, but damn did she save our lives. We ended up walking around the projects trying to find my car for the next hour after that which kinda sucked.

 

Weirdest thing to happen to me stoned is I became straight.

 

I've been so stoned I've had seizures. That was pretty weird; especially the first time it happened. lol

 

Yeah, I've been so high I've hallucinated noises... It was weird shit.

 

I once got stoned at work and I could've sworn I heard Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely" coming from the air conditioner unit.

 

I have a funny story involving weed but I was not smoking any at the time.

I was 16 at the time and I did and still do tend to sleep in. The video game system was in my room and it was a Saturday morning, so my 10 year old brother came in and wanted to play video games. I brought weed home from the previous night. I had brought weed home before but previously only really small quantities like a dime bags worth. I happened to have about a 1/8 on me this time and I was still fairly new so I had in a plastic bag but one that didn't zip shut. My brother comes in and was like "What is that smell? Did something die in here?" and I quickly got out of bed and I was like "No nothing died don't worry about it."

My brother left the room and I immediately knew what he was going to do so I quickly got up and buried the weed as best as I could and then my dad comes in just a few seconds later and he's like to me "Your brother said something smells like it died in here, have you smelled it too?" and I was like "Nope, I haven't smelled anything."

He proceeds to investigate the room a bit and happened to be like right over the area where I buried the weed but it was buried well and he was like " OH WOW I do smell that, hmmmmm It smells like a skunk or something." He sniffed for a few more minutes, he's like to me "you don't smell that at all?" I said "Well I smell a little something but not that much" and my dad replies "Well hmmmm... I'm going to have to go under the house and check I think we had a skunk die under it"

Then walking out of the room he's like to my mom "Honey, I think we have a skunk or something that died under the house, I'm going to go grab the flashlight and shovel and check it out." So he went and investigated for a while and I made sure to put that stuff in a lot stronger concealed smell proof bag.

 

Hahahahaha! I hear songs coming from non-musical objects all the freaking time... that's just priceless.

 

...I love you man. LMAO

 

I'm dead-serious when I say that shit too. haha I heard it as clear as day.