My experience with weed was worse than anyone I know. Why? What happened to me?

• So I know, I know, it's bad- and believe me I will NEVER do it again! I'm 23 years old and had never tried weed until this past year. On new years I smoked for the fifth time and had what could only be described as a bad trip, even though I always thought you couldn't "trip" on weed. I think one problem is that I had a little bit of alcohol (wasn't drunk) and I smoked from two different batches. Nothing was laced, and I know this because everyone else was just fine. I'm just trying to make sense out of the most terrifying experience of my life. After two drinks and two hits off of a mild joint, my fiancee needed to use the bathroom. There was a couple getting it on in the guest bathroom so we were directed into the master suite where there were about 8 guys hitting a bong. I said that I had never used a bong before, so they waited till my fiancee was out of the toilet and asked if we wanted to share with them. They told me to "clear it out" so I sucked as much out as I could and started coughing all over the place. I went into the other bathroom by myself so I could collect myself. By the time I came out, my fiancee was waiting for me and I told him, "This is bad, I have to leave." He started gathering our things as I made my way to the car. This is where the strange **** started happening. The car was about 75 yards away and on the way there, I started thinking about that trip scene from bevis and butthead. By the time I got to the car, all I could remember was what I was thinking about but not actually walking to the car. The realization that I had just blanked out a whole minute from my conciousness took me aback. It was then that my brain started doing the scariest thing it had ever done. Imagine a bouncy ball going back and forth between two walls, and the walls keep moving in towards eachother, eventually squishing the ball. Well the ball was my thought process and the walls were my perception of what was reality. And my mind was bouncing back and forth getting closer and closer to singularity. I stepped out of the car and back in, and that just made it even worse until eventually, I had my head in my hands, it all went black and I thought I must be in a hospital bed dying somewhere. I could feel this pulse in my head and somehow I thought "I could come back, I can live" and somewhere in my mind I found the words my fiancee used to tell me that he loved me back when I was like 17 and repeated it over and over until I calmed down. Right when I came down (what seemed like an eternity) he opened the door and sat down. I started bawling in his lap and saying that I thought I was dying. He tried to calm me down and it worked for a minute, until I slipped back into my alternate reality. I began to think that I was in hell, my own personal hell. And that I was there because I loved my fiancee more than I loved God. I kept trying to get out of the car to re establish my reality but he wouldn't let me. He didn't want anyone to see me freak out. He had the locks on so I tried to crawl out of the window, and when he rolled that up, I tried to kick it out with my heel. I then tried to beat him on the chest because he wouldn't take me to the hospital. He had to pin me against the chair and tell me to get ahold of myself. I made it outside where I proceeded to ask God to hear me and that I was sorry and to take me out of hell. My fiancee got me to my car and covered us up in a sleeping blanket until I finally came down three hours later. Some things that characterized my experience is that I could remember everything. I could remember all the things I did and everything I said, it's just that it didn't seem like reality to me. Also, I didn't see anything strange- it was the same world and same objects, but what I did see, I percieved as my limit, almost like if I went to the treeline, my world would end at that wall, because I wasn't really on earth, but in my hell where I couldn't escape my last hour, and the scenery was just a facade. Also, when I would see or hear things, I started to develop a pattern. That was what first made me believe I was in my own personal hell. It was like groundhog's day, where I was just re-living this cycle over and over again. And the times where I did come down to reality some, I thought it was just a cruel joke to give me hope where there was none. By the time I realized that it was over and I was ALIVE, I was so enthralled. I feel like I've been given a gift almost. As bizarre as it sounds, I'm grateful for what happened because it gave me a gratefullness for live that I hadn't had before. But I still would like to know WHAT THE **** HAPPENED TO ME!!!!????? I feel like I need to get a firm grasp on why I experienced this, but I have never heard of anyone having a reaction this severe. Even after researching online. And please don't scold- I already know. And I will NEVER, NEVER take a mind altering drug again!

• Answer:

  You just bugged out. It happens to everybody on occasion. No big deal. It's part of what weed does. Pot smokers know how to control this. This was probably the first time you got really high. Bongs hit harder than other devices. You sound like you might be a little too high-strung for the green. Stick to beer.