It's been awhile, but my most recent 'omg I'm too stoned moment' was actually on marijuana. I had done a 10 day master cleanse fast with my girlfriend and this excluded weed from my diet. It's worth mentioning that I'm a chronic pot user, I smoked several times a day for several years before this 10 day fast.

Well I was really excited to smoke because I assumed my tolerance probably went down in that period of time. I had no idea just how far down it had gone though

So I rolled up two joints of medical grade weed and smoked them back to back. I rarely did that even during my normal pot use but the goal here was to see just how high I could go.

What seemed to follow was more like a psychedelic trip than being stoned from weed. My mind literally went blank and everything around me seemed to be animated, like an actual animated cartoon type of thing. I was watching my dogs play on the floor and I experience what I can only call frame dragging. What I mean by this is if what we normally witness as real life moves at like, let's say, 100 frames per second what I was now experiencing was half of this fps. So my dogs would be in one section of the floor, then jump to another section without any movement in-between. It was like watching a poorly animated flip book where there were gaps in the animation quality. I even said in that moment as I noticed how my perception was that 'Jeez, I'm fucking STONED!' lol.

I swear, low doses are great for travel anxiety, but when things get going... my goodness!

I ate some resin on the way to a squat type thing a couple of years back. It kicked in way quicker than I expected, it was an unfarmiliar route and as it turned out I bought the wrong ticket. A 90 minute journey took 4 hours... 1 of which was walking up and down the same part of the north circular, looking for landmarks. They were actually quite obvious but I kept giving up and phoning friends to consult google maps.

Yes, the incident I described earlier was like this too. It was more like I was "having an experience" than simply being high on weed, though there were no visual changes like you described.

The whole thing just seems comical now, although it wasn't at the time. I remember there was a tiny piece of leaf that somehow got all the way up into the percolator chamber, and I was running water through it in my bath tub desperately trying to get it out. I finally did, then I put the bowl back in the bong, wondering why it didn't look right, then I remembered the downstem was supposed to go in first. But I couldn't remember where I placed the downstem! I found after a minute, then I had already forgotten where I put the bowl, even though I just had it a minute ago! I had smoked myself retarded! I'm seriously glad no one else was around, it would have been embarrassing.

The only "I'm way too high" moment that comes immediately to mind happened to me a decade ago. I share it now anyway, for your amusement.




Me and the lady I was with at the time walked into a restaurant. It was crowded, families were all sitting around near the entrance waiting. The hostess told us we had a 30 minute wait, so we turned around. I walked, face fist into the glass doors....thunk! Of course I had long hair and a beard at the time, totally looking the part.

Did parents protectively pull their kids in closer? Did everyone there just laugh? I don't know, for I was out of there fast.

Dude- i did that once- and actually broke the glass!

This one is not recent, but definitely Way Too High.

My wife and I had just relocated from the city to a small rural community, and at the time we smoked all day long (now its more like twice a day... Ah middle age). So we are running around doing errands. Hit the store, the veterinarian, a restaurant, few other places. I'm looking kinda like a classic hippie- tie dye, flannel, hair, beard... But the looks people are giving me go way beyond what my appearance justified. I was puzzled.

Then we stopped for gas and I realized my wallet was empty. Panicked, I start patting down my other pockets looking for loose change... And there, in my breast pocket, visible to the whole Mayberry community, is my big fat rolled up bag of weed.

lol to most all the previous comments.

well yesterday me and a friend did some formosahuasca and a little after it started kicking in i went inside to clean the purge out of my mouth and found myself walking around hunched over bug eyed looking at everything as if for the first time and dis-robing down to my under garments and crawled into my bed; then i realized my friend was still on the back porch. (he had eaten acid a few hours earlier) and when i came back outside he had decided that he too was tripping really hard and decided to go home (just down the street how convenient)

and a few years ago me and my friend were walking down a sidewalk and saw some balloons tied to some post in front of a real estate office. i promptly grabbed the biggest one and inhaled the hell out of it and (surprisingly) sloppily stumbled to the ground because it got me way higher than i thought it would; then the lady in the office came out asking what the hell we were doing right as i was coming to.

gotta love these moments

I too thought it would take a while to kick in, but it came on really quick! I think the situation would have been hellish if I had no clue where I was.