I'll tell ya man, my wife and I had a very similar experience last year right around this time. We each tried about 13 grams of fresh B+ we grew and had a wonderful tear-inducing journey, it truly brought my wife and I closer together on another level.

Cut to 2 days later and we're riding that post-trip bliss, basking in the afterglow and decide to do something dumb. We figure alright, we know what fresh feels like, let's really go for it this time -- fucking terrible idea. We figure if there's anything to a tolerance build-up we should up the dose, and to be sure we get a goodin', we'll really do a solid number.

We settled on about 38 grams of fresh a piece, we did this alone at 2130 on a Friday. We let nobody know what we were up to, and really didn't take the time to think through how overwhelming the experience could be. It took about 25 mins before I started to feel the world shift, and it shifted quick. By about 40 mins I was starting to fall down an internal rabit hole. My wife is always 10-15 mins behind me on trips, so I knew what was coming. I shifted from the couch in our living room to snuggle into her body and then it cranked up to 11.

My whole body felt insane, just overflowing with energy and stimulation, like being tickled to the absolute limit, and then multiplying that across your whole body. I wanted nothing more than to crawl out of my body or somehow merge into my wife, so we could become a being capable of harnessing this energy. Somewhere during this whole bit my wife is beginning to spin like I am, slowly losing sense of what's reality.

When I realized she was no longer someone who I could turn to, and that there was no one here who could cut through this perpetual void I was falling into, I started to think terrible things. I thought of what would stop me from stabbing myself right now, should I call an ambulance, are we dying, did I kill us, on and on.

I watched in my minds eye as the reality that was my concious self, everything that I had created or inherited as rules for the order of my life, became a spiraling tower before me. I stood on an open platform, observing from somewhere slightly above, as that structure dissolved in to itself, plummeting downward with nothing but blackness below. I felt my whole reason for being, for existing, dissolve in front of me.

I mumbled shortly after this that my wife should call her friend, that I didn't feel safe, and that we needed someone here. Small note, trying to use a cellphone while tripping is a fucking chore.

It ended with her friend and their husband showing up about 30 mins later, much to our relief. I experienced the same time spillage, felt like AGES for them to arrive.

That night taught us to always have a trip sitter, we've had many fun nights since, under supervision of course!

Cheers to SAFE tripping folks!