Experiences - Bad Cannabis Experience, OBE

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-This is a little long, but it was very important to swim, and was a turning point in his life. Youll see.
When Swim was a regular cannabis smoker, he no longer smokes. He used it to relax, to open his mind, and to self-medicate in a way. Never just to "get fucked up" Swim doesnt believe psychoactive drugs are meant for "fun" but thats beside the point right now.
Swim had a cousin, who claimed she had some of The Manic, a strain of government weed. Swims cousin was a known Crystal Meth Addict, as well as a completel cid-head. Swims cousin said she didnt want it, and gave it to Swim. It was finely ground shake, and smelled great. Swim being naive, and kind of young, he took it in confidence, and planned to smoke it later that night when the parents were gone for their usual tuesday night date. He smoked one small bowl of it, and was fine for the night, he just chilled on the sofa and listened to music, watched the ceiling make paterns, and enjoyed a great body high. The weed was fine.
BUT he decided to save the rest for saturday night... Saturday night- Out of a homemade bong(swim is known as the mcguyver among friends), he smoked one bowl, getting about three or four good rips. He was very stoned, but he decided to pack another bowl for some reason. he got two hits from this second one.

All was well, but when he layed down in bed, his heart began Beating FURIOUSLY, it scared him to death, and began thinking about heartattack. His heart was now beating highly unregularly, and very fast... He was stoned out of his mind, and felt like he was about to die, so he prayed, asked god for forgiveness and prepared for death... There were mild hallucinations, the room was dark, and things had a reddish tint to them. He was seeing shadowy figures all around his room, spinning on his walls, like demons were laughing at him, trying to scare him. It was a warm summer night, but somehow, Swim was extremely cold, shivering uncontrolably. He wrapped himself in a large comforter, and still shivered. He thought to himself, this is a terrible way to die, what will my parents think. He began thinking of the family and how they would react to his drug induced death.
His mind was racing, he was borderline insane, he stood up, and went to his mothers room and tell her to take him to the ER, but he was scared, pacing back and forth from the door to the bed. Hallucinating demons, and convinced he was dying slowly... Or maybe worse, he had already died. Now maybe he was a ghost. He definitely felt cold as a corpse with a staggering heartbeat, and no grip on reality whatsoever. He yelled at the demons to go away, he prayed harder, and promised god he wouldnt take drugs ever again. He was living in a nightmare, everything was twisted, and demented.
HE lay down in his bed once more, and still shivering, still hallucinating, he was going to ride it out, and hope he woke up in the morning. What happened to him next was the peak of his trip, THE WORST PART. He had the sensation of slipping through his clothes, a sinking feeling, it was painful, and left him feeling empty. He was slipping out of his body, and lost all grips with reality, he wasnt in his room anymore. He was now in a GIANT dome, it made him feel small, and inadequate. The walls of the dome were Red and Black swirls, spinning, moving, pulsating creating ever changing patterns. It seemed like blood. Swim was Floating in the middle of this giant dome, curled up into a ball.
A being appeared to him, popped right out of nowhere, and was up in his face. It looked as though it was a mirror of Swim, he was curled up into a ball too. He was disgusting looking, and put the most powerful sense of fear into Swims heart. swim feared it was his own soul he was staring at, withering, distorted, and ugly. And was soon crying and screaming at the top of his lungs. He couldnt escape the dome, and couldnt escape the glare of the wierd being that was tormenting him. He thought he was in hell, and was doomed to this forever. He had never experienced the emotions he was feeling right then, to any degree in his life. For the firsttime, he understod how powerful existence was, and felt like a disgrace to mankind for taking it for granted. He knew he would never leave this hell, and knew he blew it. The walls enclosed and swirled, patters that mocked him. There is no way to adequately describe what SWIM was feeling, it was not of this world, and it was not pleasant at all.
Swim tells me, he doesnt recall what happened after that, he blacked out, but he woke up in the morning to the AMAZING fucking sound of birds chirping, and sun shining. He had NEVER in his life been so thankful and happy to wake up. It put a whole new perspective in his mind, and he'll never forget it.
He doesnt know if the weed was laced with anything, because he smoked it once before and was fine. BUt, the experience is what mattered, it wasnt good, but it changed him forever. Sorry it was so long, if you even got this far into it.

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Good report, but would be nice if you could edit to make more readable.