I know what you’re talking about. This happens to me every single time I smoke, which is why I don’t do it anymore. For me, I was in my friend’s car with a couple of friends, and we were smoking weed when I started to get really cold, but I began to sweat uncontrollably at the same time.
I had no idea what was happening. I then realized that everything was repeating itself and I couldn’t stop it. I was reliving the same one second forever. I started to get really scared. I didn’t know why this was happening. I thought I was dead. Time lost all meaning. I couldn’t see anymore either.
I could only see colors in this weird blocky pattern. I started to forget I was a human. While this was happening, all I could feel was my body expanding endlessly, until it got to the point that swelling became contracting and then I’d contract until it became expanding and so on. After this shit, I started to fall through space and time.
Imagine you’re sitting in a chair and get pushed off backward. You do a summersault and land on your ass and then summersault again. Imagine that happening for weeks as well, but for some reason, you don’t get dizzy. After this, I kept seeing a flash of my fingernails digging into the wood.
It hurt, and that was good it brought me back to reality for brief milliseconds. Then as soon as it started, it stopped, and I could hear all of my friends screaming. I finished and stared at them. It felt like lifetimes since I had seen them. I didn’t know where we were.
The car seemed different. I started trying to tell them everything that had happened, and they started freaking out and showing me a video of me kicking through the windshield like it was paper. I couldn’t believe it. I tried to look at the windshield, but every time I tried, I ended up back where I started.
All I could think was “it’s happening again!” Then everything started again but different I could only see white. But then I thought about everything in the world that was good, and it turned blue. But the moment I thought about goodness and happiness I would start to think about pain and sadness and my whole being started to hurt, and I could only see red.
But the moment I thought about the anxiety and the fear I’d start thinking about the opposite. I was literally stuck in a loop between opposites. I thought that blue was heaven and red as hell. I’m not even religious at all. But I found myself kneeling in front of a figure on a bridge made of white light. I pleaded for it to make it stop. then
I was stuck in an endless white expanse. I was in the first dimension. I started building the aspects. I was a line extending out into nothingness forever in two directions. I had to become multiple lines covering everything I could see. Then I started making the third dimension by becoming shapes.
Then I made time. Then suddenly after that, I was the flash. Then I was spider-man. Then I was Superman. For some reason, my love for superheroes had managed to break through into my psychosis. I don’t know why but it did. I could fly and run at super speed. I kept hitting something though.
I could see a parking lot and then a stop sign and then my reflection and then I could see the trees and the moon and I was running through the woods. All of this kept happening in a loop at the same time as all the other shit. I was overloading. Eventually, I ended up in an ambulance.
I was still tripping, but it wasn’t as bad. I was telling them that I’d seen all of them before and I had done all of this before. And yeah there’s more, but it would take me forever to write, and this story is long enough and messy enough already. But I ended up learning that I got out of the car and ran away and then ran back into the car going full speed.
I did this twice then jumped over a fence and into the woods. They left and came back with their mom and an ambulance. I ended up in the hospital, and no one had any idea why or what happened to me.