So-called "legal weed." You can buy it in any tobacco stores that sells random shit. I've tried it twice and both had about the same fucking result, neither of which were good. I've also smoked all different kinds of pot, and I loved all of them.
I tripped. In both sensed of the word. And it was a bad, heavy, mental trip. The reason of this post is just to put out there that I'd advise against trying this stuff. Unless you want to feel the most awful experience of your life, too.
I'll start with what I felt, personally. Then cover what I happened, as explained a little by my friend.
What I felt;
We're listening to music and I'm handed a decent sized hit. Really not that big, and I take it allll down, then let out the biggest exhale you could imagine. I've done this shit before so I know it takes a bit but it will hit all at once, so I'm just enjoying the music waiting for it.
BAM. The music comes alive, but it just sounds funny to me. I can't help but laugh at it, then laugh at the fact I'm laughing at something like this. After a couple minutes of laughing my friend asks me if I'm alright. I struggle with an answer but it's a pretty simple question. Yeah I'm fine.
We decide to move out of where we were, still no problem. But it's a little cold outside and I'm not really enjoying the wind, even how subtle it is. So I just focus on walking, without really thinking about it but not noticing anything else. We head inside and that's when shit gets sour. My body and mind separated, if you can imagine it. I could feel my body moving in "frames" almost like an animated film. But my mind was still running at 100%
I was already zonked out before going inside. But when I get in I don't get what's going on at first, everything kind-of "shifted," it's in the same place but I'm not. I'm looking up at my friend with my hands in front of me and he's asking if I'm alright, I can see he's freaking out. I can't answer him. Every feeling you could ever imagine, every question you could every ask, every answer; it all hits me all at once.
But it wasn't like it was all done in that instant, it took time for all this to process. If you have ever set your media player visuals on, imagine that but instead of "visuals" replace them with feelings and thoughts. I could feel them swinging almost like a pendulum going in a circle rather than back and forth. In every direction.
The worst feelings hit me first. Pain, death, sorrow. I was dead in every meaning of the word. I could not speak, I could not move, I could only understand my body croaked but my mind lived on. I could see what a body does when it's dead, I could feel what they were going to do to examine my body. I could feel my physical pain of my friend trying to cover the evidence. Every possible situation, every feeling imaginable, it all hit me in this "pendulum" motion.
After I already had the worst thoughts, there was no way I could feel anything worse. Happiness, joy, content, boredom. I knew I was dead, but I was being lifted from my Earthly body. Not in the way you may think, I was very much so still on Earth. I would always be here, feeling my body rot. Everything was moving fast and slow at the same time; as though I knew what was happening in multiple realities. Truly, every feeling and question you could imagine.
I knew the pendulum would come back around, and it did. Over and over and over. For a very long time, what felt like hours. But eventually I came back to reality.
I sit up on the couch and my friend asks if I'm alright. I only recall drool all over my shirt, but I tell him I'm alright. He asks if I want to watch TV and I say yeah...
The next moments I could see the TV moving, still in "frames." But the voices didn't always match up, sometimes they weren't even familiar English! I slipped back into this trip, where mind and body separated.
This time I could see reality bending. Brown, red, orange, blue, like the "trippy images" we've all seen. Just a flash of this. But the "pendulum" made an odd twist, like going down a double helix. I did want to be there, but I couldn't snap out of it.
What really happened;
My friend hands me a hit, soon after I begin giggling like a motherfucker. We head back inside and I trip over the table, leaving a large gash all over it. My friend flips shit and wonders if I'm alright, I don't respond so he continues freaking out. So he brings me water.
I actually blacked out, I don't even remember falling at all. I was blacking out again and again. I drooled all over myself, I made "retard noises," I flailed my arms. And I fell asleep.
... I forgot to mention, throughout this entire trip before my friend turned on the TV ... I kept seeing him turn over and tell me to drink my water. So many times, over and over. By the third time I was freaking out, I had no clue what was inside this cup by them. It scared the fuck out of me.
If you still want to smoke that shit after this story, go ahead. Both times I tried it I had similar results. I don't really get why pot is illegal at this point, you can be fined, serve jail time, and lose your job all at once just by smoking pot. But this doesn't show up in tests and you can buy it at tobacco stores.
I doubt a lot of this would make sense, it's hard to explain a trip.
Also, all drugs are different. A "trip" on any other drug will be a different experience.