So basically me and my buddies all took 1.5 edibles (15 mg THC) each before a bus trip. Probably a bad idea, but it felt like a good one at the time. These things hit in like 30 minutes, we were all gone.
I thought I was the only one until I look over and my friend is sweating bullets, like any time I brushed his leg it’s like wet, not damp, wet. Fast forward, we’re an hour into the bus ride, I’m fine but my thoughts are going crazy.
I could feel like 3 different breath and heart beat patterns. I had to start manually breathing because I couldn’t tell whether I was hyperventilating. I was also manually forcing saliva into my mouth because the cotton mouth was so bad.
Then, I started getting paranoid about my own thoughts, I was thinking that the weed puts you in a state of thought-acceptance and enhanced neuroplasticity, where every thought you make gets accepted as true and rewires your brain. That’s when it got bad.
I began to think that the reason people experience an ego death on drugs was because psychedelics put your mind in a state of unconditional acceptance, where false conclusions can feel monumental, and permanently damage your mind.
Following that, I started arriving to weird-ass,radical conclusions. I was imagining how mankind became to be so war-driven and almost reached the conclusion that the nature of man is warfare, I kept seeing this imagery of me just randomly punching people. I was imagining jumping out the window because the “meaning of life” is the acceptance of death. You get the point.
I believe these radical conclusions, and imaginations were proposed by the ego as a way to escape the stream of consciousness I was headed on as a defense mechanism.
Sorry if the story was a little ambiguous, I didn’t take notes or anything during, so my memory is likely a little inconsistent, let me know if you need me to elaborate.