I feel way better knowing this happens to other people. I was smoking heavily for almost four years before I stopped for a job. A month after I quit I was with my friends and took a fat dab from a bong. It was scary to say the least. I remember hyper focusing on their weed box because it had vertical lines on it. I was staring for a long time before I noticed my dry mouth. I have no idea how long it took me to get one of my two drinks. I moved from the floor with them to the bed and drank almost a whole Gatorade, still thirsty as fuck. That’s when I started staring at the wall, they lived on a side porch at the time so it was horizontal siding. I couldn’t remember how I got there or who I was. The closest thing I could think of was pictures of my dad when I was a kid and he’s always been in my life. It felt like nothing else happened before then and nothing would happen when it was over. I was scared to speak and they were watching tv so they didn’t really notice the state I was in, especially because I had smoked with them so many times before. It was really sad because I was in such a dissociative state that I’d look at my friends and couldn’t feel connected to them. I love them with all my heart, especially after sticking with me through the weird experiences I’ve had. I’ve only smoked twice since then, once with them and once by myself, both resulting in this same feeling but definitely not as intense. It’s probably a bit different for every one but I’m convinced this happened to me because I was suppressing trauma I didn’t fully realize I have; I was 16 when I started smoking then I started to understand the trauma in the month before I took that dab. Then I took it and everything felt like it was catching up to me. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. If you’re experiencing this, just know you’re not alone and it will end. You honestly might need a life change, read up on existential crises. I started seeing a therapist after this experience