Citation: chris. "So This Is What Death Feels Like: An Experience with Cannabis (exp9132)". Erowid.org. Apr 18, 2003. erowid.org/exp/9132
I've read stories here of people having similar experiences. But I just dont understand why this happened with such a small amount of weed. I'll start by explaining that I had bought about $40 worth of weed earlier that day. $20 worth of 'regs' (plain old weed, nothing special) and $20 worth of 'hydro' (some potent stuff). I had been experimenting with weed for about 5 months now, on and off. So I thought I knew exactly what to expect. I was wrong.
I got two of my friends to drive me to a hidden smoking spot (so as not to get caught) and I ended up being the only one who smoked. I packed a very small bowl with the hydro and puffed away. I was amazed at how quickly I felt the effects, so after finishing that bowl, I was done. No repacking, no extra joints on the side. Just one bowl.
We got in the car and started driving home. I felt VERY strange. In no time at all I fell into a very bad trip. I thought that someone was grabbing my trachea. I literally saw someone grabbing my throat and crunching it to bits, every time I would breath in. I knew this was bad news. The hallucinations got so bad that I rolled down the window and threw whatever weed I had left (about $35 worth) right out the window. My friends cursed and said that I 'would regret that shit in the morning'. Just at that moment a car pulled out in front of us. I thought it was an ambulance and that my friends knew how bad I was tripping and they were trying to catch up to it so it could take me to the hospital. I almost started to cry because I thought that I had reached the end. I thought I was dying. I sat upright and looked down at my legs and arms and chest and I saw only the outlines of my body in bright colorful lines.
At this time I thought 'so this is what it feels like to die'. It didnt hurt at all, I was in no pain... Which made it that much scarier. I couldnt feel anything. The whole ride home seemed to take about an hour (it's really just a 4 minute drive). Eventually, we made it home and into my friends basement. Here is where the problems started getting worse. I had remembered that earlier I thought I was dying, so being in this kids basement (which had no windows and was very dark inside) was hell. I thought my friends had both brought me to hell and they just laughed at me while they watched TV. I kept saying stupid things like 'damnit, he keeps getting me' (implying that the weed kept tricking my mind into thinking I was dead). I noticed my hands were VERY clammy and I was VERY pale.
I dont remember anything after this point. I dont know how I got home, what happened when I got home, or how long it took me to get home.
I stopped smoking for about 3 months. Then eventually, picked it back up. I have not yet had an experience quite as terrible as that one night... and I hope I never do.
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