Demons in my head...? Does anyone recall to my story?

So last night I smoked out with my boyfriend. We were at our local park just hanging out, talking.. By the way I always have some weird dark trips when I'm high, But last night was alarming..
I'm sitting down all of a sudden all these voices start yelling from inside my head into my ears. They were yelling so loud that I had to cover my ears with my hands and trying to recognize what was happening. I start seeing all these dark forces with masks on their faces. These forces were flying in dark space. It was hollow and very intimidating. I felt 'they' were in pain, they were trapped souls screeching for my help. They were dark entities from the last trip I had (the first level of hell) Im just there freaking out my boyfriend tries to clam me down and tries to remind me where we are at and that we are safe. But I keep hearing these voices and they wouldn't leave me alone. They needed my help and I didn't know how to help them. This is the third time this happens to me and it's really fucking hard to understand. I feel that i was just having a panic attack but then again this is the third time. Anyway this lasted for maybe 20 minutes I was pretty stoned so I cant remember how long.

Can anyone recall anything similar to my story?
Did I loose control?

 

Was your smoke laced with something ?

 

um no it wasnt. why?

 

Sounds like the time I was dosed with PCP.

Peace Out,
Rev J

 

people put those own thoughts into their heads, you need to chill out

 

Whats the story?

 

You really think so? I never try to put myself in this situation when Im high it just happens out of no where..

 

This is why I stopped smoking pot for the better part of 15 years. I was 18 and had a roomate who could take Halucinigens and not trip. We toked together and I layed down on the couch and listened to the radio. as I layed there it sounded like the radio was getting closer then farther away then closer then farther away. I then heard a demonic voice in my head that even gave itself the name Zoltan (later one of my girlfriends found the name in a book on Black Magic). I was convinced I could crack my head against the table and let him out. Somehow I talked myself down. My roomate was an asshole so I couldn't really talk to him about it. I also found out later some of my friends had some really weird experiences smoking pot and destroying furniture in their apartment. This was in a small town in Maine so the chances of multiple people getting laced dope from the same person are pretty good.

I started smoking pot again a couple of years ago. I'm much more responsible about it now. I know my sources well, I get really killer shit, and I don't smoke much in quantity. I smoke every day but an eighth lasts me about 2 months.

Peace Out,
Rev J

 

Maybe they are you.

 

Me too....sounds like the very first timeI got high and the idiots I was with didnt tell me it was dusted....I never been so scared...I thought I was going to die !!
We were walking through town , and the headlights were moving through me , I had bad tunnel vision , I couldnt feel them even though they had ahold of my arms to keep me on my feet , and their voices sounded like they were standing far away , even though they were right next to me.
Lights were way too bright and noises were deafening , and I couldnt tell if I was really there , or in bed dreaming I was just there.
I dont even know how I got home that night , they must have snuck me in without my parents knowing.
I have never forgotten how horrible that feeling was , and it put me off ever getting high again.

 

Exactly. That's why I pretty much quit smoking for a long time. Now most of what I smoke comes either from medical dispensaries or someone I know is smoking the same shit on a regular basis and isn't a jabbering lunatic yet.

Peace Out,
Rev J