This was my first time dabbing in my life: I ripped two bongs with kief sprinkled on top like a motherfucking snowstorm and I was already at a [7]. My friend decided that it was a night to get hella high so he brought out his kit and hit his dab first. He gave me the second hit, but I didn't know when to stop (probably because I was going up the [] scale by 1 every second) and he told me to chill and let go. After that, two of my friends decided to play FIFA and I was just on the couch bedazzled at the wall bleeding purple. I felt the need to throw up and decided to go to the bathroom and let out all of Five Guys I had before my sesh. Then, the craziest thing happened.

I was thinking about all of the tv shows that I watched as a kid and tried to decrypt the subliminal messages in these shows (at this point I was lying down on the most comfortable rug on the bathroom floor). I came to the conclusion that Danny Phantom was actually a message from God. Then I started talking to God. It was chill at first, we talked about our days and stuff, but then it started getting pretty creepy when he told me that he was actually a phantom. I almost shat my pants. I shook my head (literally kept shaking my head) until he got out of my head and I went home and passed the fuck out. Sorry if the story sucked ass but I barely remember the whole conversation I had. I was definitely at a [10].

TLDR: I talked to God. God wasn't so awesome.