My mind fucked me over in a high

I'm not that experienced with Pot however I have hit it pretty hard around 10x now, so i have a good idea of whats going on when i get baked. last nite i probably hit it the hardest, or maybe, it hit me harder than i expected. I was ok some of the time however at one stage my mind started decsending into this state where it started thinking irrational thoughts and i became so frightened, but il get to that. I want to know maybe how this could have happened, and i think that this is something i needed to learn from.

Il start from the beginning.

So quite a few of my friends were over, maybe around 10. I knew from the vibe of this that this was too much, a couple of them who were soon going to a party somewhere else were exceptionally noisy, and i felt as if they needed to leave. Im no psychologist, but id admit im a pretty good observationalist, when they left the orginal atmosphere that i didnt think was good disappeared, and i felt more at ease. However, it was really stressful asking them to leave, and they took offense to it, giving each other weird looks like i was insane. I was psychotically obsessed with them leaving, i just knew the vibe was chilled enough with them there. After they left i was able to relax and i forgot about it entirely when i was high, but did that stress leave a resonant water mark in brain.

So the remainder of us got pretty baked, we did it in groups of two and i got baked with just about 4-5 people, so it was pretty chilled out and it felt like the right atmosphere. Not exactly sure but i would have had to have pulled somewhere between 2-3 cones. The last one felt fucked, and i took it when i was probably high enough by that stage. I was having alot of fun at the start, my body felt so strange, like, i had my arms up and it felt as if they were moving in perfect circles, but a sober friend showed me that i was actually just rocking back and forth in a pretty fucking psycho manner, but it didnt phase me, i actually found it hilarious.
Eventually i was sitting on the couch and my body was playing tricks on me again, it felt ok at first but it started getting a bit rough (there was like a sensation of almost being massaged) and there were some like, being pricked with a lot of needles type sensation, but alot more mellow, still uncomfortable though. (sorry for the grammar, there was alot of shit going on at once)

Eventually we organised for a friend to go get maccas so i felt i needed to get out and so i went with him. While we were driving 10 meters and 10 seconds felt like 30 meters and 30 seconds. The road seemed to spawn new road and parts of the journey felt exceptionally long I thought at one stage, perhaps i was back in time. pretty weird i know, at this stage i remember my state of mind was pretty neutral, neither happy nor sad (although it was slipping a bit), but i was fucking out of it.

We arrived at maccas, the cops were there so i decided to stay in the car, bad move. I don't know if it was the paranoia of getting caught that scared me (although i dont think it was the cops, because i wasnt scared of them). It started off with an irrational idea and my mind began to become consumed by it. I thought, what if i died, or was having some sort of seizure in the car, and i wasnt aware of it, and there was no one to help me. What if i'd died, and my mind had moved into some kind of false reality. The fear became so intense it engulfed my entire body, my heart was pounding so hard i could feel it in my throat. There was a voice in the back of my head trying to tell me that it was ok, and to 'go with the flow' but it was pretty fucking hard, the fear was literally a pain in my heart. Last time things got a bit weird on weed, ages ago, and it was barely anything, i reminded myself that no one has ever died from weed, and that seriously chilled me out, but this time i forgot to say that to myself.

After what seemed like a long time (probably was actually between 5-10 mins) my friend got back in the car and we headed home, i was a little bit better. I was so lethargic though, i struggled to get out of the car when we arrived and i went straight to bed, didnt eat. I had forgotten about the ordeal by this stage and bed was good.

I woke up the next day, i remembered everything, and i know i need to sort this out somehow, so im turning to this forum for answers. I feel like i need to get high again, not for the sake of getting high, but to reconcile with what happened, i feel as if this experience has happened to teach me to respect weed. I think i need to face what happened and leave weed on a good note, im going to take a break to get my assignments done for uni.

So i didn't really define questions in that, but here they are if you can't be bothered deducing them:
Why did this happen? was it a lesson? why did i get so scared and how can i calm myself down next time?
I feel like a should smoke once more in the near future and sit down and think about what i learnt from this, to reconcile. It feels like a good thing to do, is it?
My heart beat so hard last nite it feels like its trying to catch up today (the day after i smoked) and feels weird, Is that anything to worry about?
Im young, and i want to experience other psychedelics. Do they work differently to pot, in relation to the the question, do they highten your emotions even more, would i have gotten even more terrified if i was on acid or shrooms? I'm not too fearful about a bad trip, and is this the sort of thing that could happen (which i know il get through)?

 

Sorry, typo, i wasn't psychotically obsessed with them leaving, i just felt that they needed too in order for the vibe to improve, which it did, dramatically

 

And it was a bong btw

 

Are you aussie by any chance hahahahaa?
im only young haha but i can answe some of those questions.

The reason it happened to you was because you had smoked a fairly large amount for your experience level?
That doesnt really make sense. I cant exactly tell you if this was a lesson this is a more personal thing. The reason you got scared is because you were baked out of your skull and you were letting your thoughts get the better of you (its not a bad thing all the time)
Note: This will happen to you a lot through out your stoner travels but with more experience youll get used to it.

For now though to calm yourself you could use that technique where you said cannabis has never killed anyone (this is excellent, i used this aswell when i was really scared) also you could come up with some sort of mantra i guess? it seems a little corny but what i say in my head is "im in your hands now please dont hurt me" youve taken this drug to guide you through things etc dont fight it. Its different for weed but this has helped me when i got real paranoid. Another technique you could use is stop all your thoughts and "think like a sober man" haha. question yourself.

Listen i love that you dont want to leave weed on a bad note! thats an excellent attitude towards your experiments with other psychedelics.
With the heart beat thing ohh man bringing back memories i went insane for hours paranoid about how fast my heart was racing mannn i dont even remember how it left my mind, just ignore it nothing will happen.

Id also like to say that this wont be the first thing that will put you in shock it happens a lot its basic paranoia. With more experience you loose all the trippyness and things dont phase you that much anymore but thats from my point, dont know about everyone else.

side note on the psychedelics: im not a psychonaut (yet) im fairly new to it all but i do say that you should drop the idea for a little while and get the feel of weed first then venture on out further. but thats completely my opinion free to criticise. thats my 2 cents i guess, hope you found a little light in that. feel free to message me or whatever. there are way better people on this for than me with much more knowledge and experience but this is coming from a younger persons perspective

Peace dude and happy travels!

 

Yehp I am aussie haha how did you guess? Your advice on waiting a fair while seems reasonable, although dissapointing. My heart still feels weird to be honest, albeit a slight tinge of pain is there, i was wondering if thats normal?

That makes me feel alot better, so thanks.

My uncle is a psychonaut and he was going to "facilitate my first dmt experience." He's coming down to sydney in a month with dmt i think, im pretty certain (even thought its a powerful psychadelic) that I'll get something like an ego death and it might even teach me how to handle my head. Like i know acid and shrooms aren't as halucinogenically (made up word) strong however, dmt has a much better track record and even gives alot of individuals guidance. shrooms and acid, sounds like something to avoid, you're right, but from my research on dmt, the body is made to experience it.

 

Haha yeah... i guess because im used to different terms on this forum (lots of Americans) and you seemed to be using my type of slang/terms.

Dude i think you got the wrong idea haha of what i said but ill just clear this up.
Your heart problem isn't normal but i say its just a psychological thing but if you really think its something go check with your local GP (doctor) if youre a young one also and are paranoid about the rents i guess you could talk to your school nurse about it tell her what you think it is and why you think its happening
although dont let your mouth be running too much.....
they have some confidential thing but thats a load of bullshit i reckon. careful dude.

Now if your uncle is a psychonaut and is giving you dmt he must be either really dumb or hes confident that youre ready. I say that you do your homework really really well on psychedelics before you take that shit. Ive been lucky enough to get my filthy little hands on some lucy and boy was in for a shock? not really the word but its a whole new world bro amazing...

Last thing i need to tell you is that you got to try mushies and lucy if youre going to do dmt straight up!!!!!

Peace man.

 

I think it was a bit of everything that got to you. Being out in the real world when you're high as fuck never helps. I remember going out to get coffee once right after smoking and I just felt like everyone was staring, when they weren't.

Stick to comfortable places you know!

 

Yeh, Well I've done a shit tonne of home work on psychedelics. He's confident i think, because hes introduced a lot of people to it (in the hundreds, he used to supply sydney) and he makes it himself. He's very spiritual though, he originally took other psychedelics when he was young for fun, but found something alot more in dmt, not just something you do for fun. I assume he would think im ready in an emotional sense because i talk to him alot, we especially has some interesting philosophical, scientific and spiritual conversation for like two days straight, and maybe thats how he thinks im ready. Also, i think he's introduced alot of people who aren't experienced with other drugs, including a terminally ill friend.

 

Sounds like really good advice, at least if i plan to get really, really high.

 

sounds like you figured out what your limit is stick to it getting way too high is never fun.