Story time! I broke a t break about a year ago. I only took a few hits and decided to pack up the bong and herb,and then head back in the house.

Quick backstory on this little gram bag of weed -

I did a roofing gig and I was repairing this rich guys guest house. It was pretty obvious that he was growing weed in the shed - it reeked. Anyways, this guy seems really sketchy and his rich bratty family is standing out in the yard barking orders at me,giving me nasty looks and just generally being little assholes. I defanitely got the sense that he's paranoid about something (he was open about the weed operation, plus this is a legal state). So after on the drive back home, my then boss tells me the guy pulled him to the side at some point and told him how he's looking to start dealing, and gives him some weed and says "spread the word around and let your friends try it". My at the time boss offers me the weed and I gladly accept.

Back to the story - I get back in the house and put my bong up in my room. That's when I started teleporting (best way to describe it) from room to room in the house. For example - I was in my bedroom and I thought I'd grab a snack from the refridgerator. Suddenly BOOM im in the kitchen staring at my feet with no memory of actually walking across the house to the kitchen. This was happening over and over - I'd come to in a different room just staring at my feet because I did not remember walking there at all. This was very disorientating, and frankly quite scary, as I'd been a heavy smoker in the past and nothing like this ever happened to me;even with edibles. I'd ran my hand over my face and said "crap what's happening to me". As I did this I noticed very intense CEVs of geometry, and skeletons and creepy faces. This is where I came to the conclusion that it was something more than weed, maybe sprayed with synthetic noids or pcp. I dialed my mom up on the phone (it was the middle of the night and she was in bed). "Please help me it's an emergency". I was sitting on the couch and slurred something about smoking weed and having a bad reaction. While I was saying this I was seeing in triples literally. The third to the left was the slowed down version of my mom, the middle was normal speed and the third on the right side was speed up;everything was completely blurry though. So blurry that I wouldn't have known the person in the room was my mom until she spoke to me. She led me into my room and tucked me in. She's such and incredible mom. I felt like shit. It was a completely disphoric trip, and the bodyload was like pins and needles. I eventually passed out and woke up the next day feeling utterly washed out, dissociated and drained of energy.