My Weed Story

I smoked weed a couple of days ago with some friends and I truly thought it was going to be a good experience but, it turns out it was not it felt as if everything that I was seeing was my dad’s memories. As soon as I realized that I started to panic and overthink everything to the point where I thought that life was just a big giant loop. That my life started with my dad and ended when I sat down with my friends. Everything that I saw wasn’t as sharp as it was before it was as if everything went from 4k to 480p. My iPhone felt weird and started to look like an android and everything I saw reminded me of something from my past. A picture of my girlfriend reminded me of an old picture of a family friend that passed away when I was younger, after seeing that I started to panic more because my brain made it seem as if everything I saw was connected to the distant past. Making me believe everything was a loop, I panicked and called my girlfriend to tell her what was happening. Sadly, she was at work and couldn’t leave so I had to deal with what was on my mind. I told my friends to come to the living room because we were recording a podcast episode which we didn’t end up finishing. As soon as they came to the living room again everything felt like a memory and I couldn’t take it anymore I started to get dizzy so, I went to my room and plopped myself on my bed. All I could remember was that one of my friends said “This looks so wrong” due in part that half of my body was on my bed and the rest was not it was just dangling. I stayed there for a few minutes while my friends just stayed in the living room trying to make the best of the situation and pass the time so they hopped on my PlayStation 5 and played for like 2 hours and in my time it felt more like 20 to 30 minutes. After a while of laying down, I got nauseous and got the urge to throw up so I ran to the bathroom thankfully making it to the toilet. Yet, again as soon as I was done throwing up I sat down on the floor staring at an outlet near the toilet where yet again it felt like a memory. A memory of my drunk father throwing up in the toilet and resting on the floor just like I was. After seeing that I got up and went back to bed and stayed there for a minute or two when I got the urge to throw up but, this time I was unable to make it to the toilet. As soon as tried getting up everything came up and I started to throw up again. My friends tried looking for bags or something so I wouldn’t throw up in my bed but, they didn’t so my friend just ended up grabbing the trash can from the kitchen and putting it in front of me. I didn’t have the energy to even get up and throw the sheets in the washer I just laid there in my vomit while my friends just stared worriedly at me. I lay there for what I thought was a couple of minutes when in reality it was for like 3 hours. All I could recall was in a sense living my dad’s memories and how everything I looked at reminded me of the past. But, yeah that’s my weed story and probably will be my last because I am traumatized to the point where the smell just triggers me. All I can take from this is that smoking isn’t for everyone and it’s something that if you want to try you have to be careful and do it with someone you truly trust just in case you have a bad trip. With that being said I do have a “podcast episode” that takes 24 hours after smoking and I dissect my trip which I will put down below.  I will also be linking my podcast down below. Hope y’all enjoy!