Stories of how you "tripped" on weed

Tell me a story about a time when weed really fucked you, like a mini acid trip.

Once I went to see Does it Offend You, Yeah? with my friends Tom and Lauren. They insisted on finding somewhere in Sydney to have cones beforehand. Neither of them liked joints. At the time I had done weed a few times, but my girlfriend was really opposed to it, and would have freaked if she knew I was doing it. I thought it'd be fun to be stoned at the gig so I complied. We walked what must have been at least 2 kilometres, maybe three, to somewhere around Kings Cross. I don't know how many of you are familiar with Sydney, but it's a pretty dodgy part of town. It was getting pretty dark, so when we found an empty lot, when couldn't be seen on the other side of it. This is one of the seediest places I've ever been to. We found a carpet and some empty fuel drums in this corner, and decided it was probably the best place to sit. I swear someone must have peed on the carpet, though.

Anyway, Lauren and Tom started having cones, and after I had one I was feeling pretty stoned. Again, I was a n00b so I had no tolerance to the stuff. The others took turns again, and soon I went again. I pulled through barely half of it before I simply had to hand the rest on. I was not feeling good at all and I had to lie down. I came close to fainting, and my friends' voices seemed extremely distant.

"Aaaarrrrrree yooou okaayyy maan?" Okay that's a bit exaggurated, but it sorted reminded me of times when I was really sick and barely conscious. I could barely respond but I think I mumbled something about being really out of it.

They continued having a couple more cones. After a little while, a car drove past. It was about 30 metres away so in the darkness, it was pretty much impossible for us to be seen. This didn't matter, however, and my friends decided to bail, even though I was in no condition to move.

Walking out of there was an excrutiatingly hard task, it felt like the ground, my body and my head were moving in opposite directions. Everything looked fuzzy. I felt like I was about to fall over. Fortunately, I made it out of there safely and we started walking back. The walk seemed to help. Somehow we were suddenly on Oxford Street, and soon we were in the Hungry Jacks across from the venue.

To add to my worries of, "If I would be alright?" and "What would my girlfriend think?" I was using someone else's ID to get into this over 18's show. I'd used this ID to buy alcohol many times, and to get into pubs, but I'd never used it at a club in the city.

After lying on the booths in Hungry Jacks for about an hour, we went in. The ID worked, they didn't notice we were stoned, and after about 20 minutes, the owner of the place was buying us beer.

I told my friend I didn't want beer but he knew better and got me a Beck's. I don't see this guy anymore, because most of my friends hate him, but this was very much, a good bro thing to do. The beer really sent me on an upward spiral back to a coherent level, where I could really enjoy the show.

Does it Offend You, Yeah? were awesome. One of the best bands I'd seen at the time. So much cowbell! I was so stoned until I went to bed almost 7 hours after smoking. It wears off after a couple of hours for me now, so it's pretty weird thinking about when I was like that.

 

That was way too long.

Anyways, I used to get this really good blueberry that gave really bad macropesia, where things looked larger than normal. I would stand up and look down, and it would look a mile long and my friends would look like really over-sized children.

 

I remember when I was around 12 or 13 I bought this weed called chemdog. the shit was so sticky and crystally it looked fake. the bag reeked bad too. I rolled a fat ass joint, it was difficult to hit due to all the rez. I only smoked about 1.2 grams of the shit. I was so ridiculously high. the ground felt like it was shaking.

The worst part was when I had to take the train home. I knew I reeked like weed. I could smell it on me. keeping the roach in my pocket didn't help the situation. I was getting colorful pattern like visuals like a very mild dmt trip.

 

^ btw chemdog is what is now known as sour diesel.

 

It doesn't happen too often but when I get back from a tolerance break and smoke a large amount of pot suddenly, sometimes I can have a mini anxeity attack which will make me feel like I'm 'tripping'

Very loose headspace, no profound visuals but colors and shapes will take on a more omnious context... visual dysphoria/enhancement. Colors seem more profound. But every time that this happened (that I can recall) fear/anxeity was at the root. I'll say I feel "way too high" but in a twisted way I still enjoy it.

 

I live in a town in BC up in the mountains, and me and three other friends were stoned as shit back in the day; we hot boxed my friends van for like 2 hours constantly smoking, and we were beginners too, got SO fucked. We were walking to A&W and it was night and we thought we saw a bear further up on our path and we weren't sure if we should keep walking but it was just shadows fucking with us+the pot. It was crazy that all four of us saw it though.

 

I seen butterflys last night, i was ground locked, it was all about the glow and saranity.

 

I had some kush, then headies (bowl shared among 3), and a few minutes after I hit the headies, everything in my view started going to the beat of the music in my earbud and started swirling into each other and formed form constants. It was wicked... Colors were more vibrant, light seemed pure, and a local band was covering "Hey Joe." The green and dirt seemed really pure and "not dirty" in that it wouldn't stick to my skin like mud so I ended up caressing the moss for a half hour. That type of atmosphere I label "mystical" and I don't know if it's the amount I smoke or just the effect marijuana has on me. Regardless, nearly every experience is a trippy one.

Usually, my vision zooms in and out (what is that called?) and when I look to any distance or down at my feet it looks like I'm looking at a distance that stretches miles and miles long. Proportions are extremely bent, food tastes like it is jumping in my mouth, and I'm just in general hyper vigilant and hypersensitive. I hallucinate sometimes, probably moreso than I think, which usually consists of me looking at something, looking away, and back, and realizing I was hallucinating... Sometimes I wonder if I'm just more susceptible or have some developing psychosis since I already have problems with auditory hallucinations.
Hallucinated girls crying on each others' shoulders, then somehow the next glance they were fingering each other, only to nudge my friend, and look up and see them just sitting and texting.. Goodness.