Is it normal to feel like this during and after a high?
Okay so I don't smoke weed very often and yesterday I had a terrible experience from using it, one that makes me see why it's illegal. I had gotten drunk the night before with a friend at someone's house that she knew. It was in a different town that I don't know anyone in. Well the next day we woke up at the same house and the plan was that her mom would take me home, seeing as I came to that town with my friend. Her mom refused to drive me back and so I was stuck in a town where I didn't know anyone, I went back inside the house with two guys I only met through my friend (who was now gone) and they were smoking weed and so I decided to take a hit to calm down and then I would make a plan. So pay attention here cause this is the strange part, I started feeling time go very slow and I couldn't move or talk, the room was spinning and it seemed like it had been going on forever and that it would never end. When I did talk, to ask for help because this wasn't good, my voice seemed distant and like it was someone else speaking. I went outside because I was trying to get to the ER and everything looked blurry like a painting. I could not focus on anything. I remember it felt like it literally had always been that way and I couldn't remember my life before it. I wanted it to end, like to make it stop and I was certain that I had gone crazy so it would last forever. I walked out into traffic, I was trying to make it end or I would go to the ER. I could've died, it's a wonder that I didn't. I remember getting the attention of a white car with an elderly man, it felt like I had gone to heaven, like this was very familiar, it felt like this was the cycles had went through before I was born. I have the man my sisters phone number, and I remember laying down and doing snow angels on the street. (I know this is very weird, but also keep in mind what was going on in my head.) I was lying in the middle of the road when the ambulance came. Everything still looked like a painting, I knew I was crazy and I was certain I was going to be put in a crazy home because this feeling would last forever. I actually accepted that. They took me over to a curb and I started to be able to see a little bit of real life. I didn't know if this life was real, had ever been real, or if I would ever return to normal. At some point I thought I was dead, ...they put me in the ambulance and whenever I talked I heard my sisters voice. I remember saying I didn't want to die. I made it to the hospital where they took blood ect. But it felt like eternity. I was in that state of mind for probably 3 or 4 hours, where I couldn't tell if life was real, I couldn't remember memories and if I did it felt like someone else's memories. I had no concept of time, I didn't have any concept of past, present, or future. I eventually came down but it still feels like that didn't happen to me. It feels like that happened to someone else, I think right now though I'm just in denial. I'm home now but it still seems like life isn't entirely real.