The housemates and I got super blazed and watched the movie Primer. For those that haven't seen it, the movie is about as trippy as they come and deals with time travel and time loops and shit. It's mindfuck level is basically Inception x10. So anyway, after watching it I was convinced that if I fell asleep I would jump multiverses or some stupid shit and convinced a roommate to let me sleep on his floor to "anchor me to this reality." Woke up and was still in our current universe. Felt like a dumbass.
tl:dr - Get super blazed and watch Primer. Question reality.
Another time I had just broken up with a longterm girlfriend and my head wasn't exactly in a good place, which at the time was kinda ruining smoking for me. It somehow lost being fun, and I had some really weird experiences. Anyway, a friend and I were at the beach toking up and I forgot how to get home/what exactly was around me. It was like my long term memory was totally gone. I kept feeling like my brain was constructing the world around me and that anything outside my immediate experience didn't really exist. Friend drove us home and I went to sleep (at about 3:00 in the afternoon) only to be woken up by a roommate who had her family over. Her ENTIRE family, grandma and all. I said I wasn't feeling well but she insisted I meet them...so I met her entire family blazed out of my mind. Eventually made it back to bed.
tl:dr - Lost long term memory, thought I was constructing the world, met roommates family in a paranoid/high state.
Ok one more. Totally forgot about this one. I really should put it at the top because it is by far the most terrifying weed related story of my life. This is gonna be long but it's a pretty awesome story.
When I was in college I went to Ethiopia (Addis Abababa) twice to do volunteering (wound cleaning/medical help and teaching at an orphanage). The second time I went with a good friend and the first weekend we were there we decided to take a weekend trip 4 hours south of the city to a place called Lake Awassa. On the way down we tried chewing Khat which is this leaf that everyone there chews and is a euphoric stimulant. It was pretty fun and was an awesome way to start the weekend. The lake was beautiful and we saw rhinos and monkeys and swam etc. etc.
On the way back we went through a region called "Shashamane" which is the part of Ethiopia that emperor Haile Salasse gave to the Rastafarians for their back to Africa movement. It was wild to drive through. There are 8 year old kids walking down the street smoking massive joints. Our Ehiopian friend Gutu insisted that we stop and take a tour of THE Rastafarian church which we of course are stoked to do. On our way into the compound a kid hold up this MASSIVE tree branch of weed and tries to sell it to us. We told him we might on the way out.
We go into the compound and got a tour of the compound by a high Rastafarian priest named "Papa Baba." The guy was about 70 and the most permastoned person I've ever met. At the end of the tour he pulled out a massive joint and offered to smoke us up. He told us weed was legal in this region and that it would be his honor to smoke with us. Never one to turn down a once in lifetime opportunity, we blazed with Papa Baba and were both at a solid [9]. Leaving the compound we saw the kid again who offered to sell us his branch of weed but there were also some teenage kids there and one said he would get us much better weed at a much better price so we said we would get 100 birr (10 USD) worth. He ran off to his home and came back with what looked to be about an ounce of weed. We were stoked to say the least and got in our van, ready to drive back to Addis. Only problem was our driver decided he needed some Khat for the drive home so had run across the street to get some. All of a sudden these Ethiopian military police decked out in blue camo with AK-47's look into our van and start pointing. They come up and knock on the window and our friend Gutu gets out to talk to them. Apparently the little dickwad of a kid had gotten mad that we didn't buy from him and told the military police that the "firenge" (foreigners-white people) had bought weed. Anyway, Gutu got out and went to talk with them. He came back and told us that they wanted to talk to us. We were freaking out and sucked our shit together and went and talked to them. They said that they knew we had weed and that we could either "work it out" or go down to the station and be searched. Having heard stories of people being locked up in foreign prisons for a lot less we decided to go for the "work it out" option. We did our best to be super respectful but we were both terrified. Eventually they sent us back to the car and started negotiating bribe prices with Gutu. He comes back about 5 minutes later and says that "they want 1000 birr (100 USD) but I think we can do it for 300 (30 dollars haha). We instantaneously forked up the cash and Gutu went to give it to their man in street clothes who apparently was the designated bribe taker. Whatever. We peaced the fuck out of there and ended up throwing the weed out the window incase the police had told their friends down the road to stop us.
The next 3 hours were the most what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-with-my-life, introspective thing I've ever experienced. On one hand I was euphoric that we had gotten away, on the other I was really evaluating my lifestyle choices. The girls who had come with us but hadn't smoked didn't talk to us the whole ride back. The one I had just managed to hook up with at the lake was especially pissed we had almost gotten all of us sent to an Ethiopian prison to rott and be forgotten about. My high/introspective state finally started wearing off around dinner when we stopped to eat. We all had some delicious Ethiopian beer and had a good laugh about what had just happened. When we were about to leave, our driver came in with his hand all wrapped up and explained that he had falled off the roof of the van when he was strapping some charcoal to it and that he thought he had broken his wrist and couldn't drive. Being in the afterglow of one of the craziest highs of my life and slightly buzzed from the beer, yet being the only one who could drive a stick I got to drive us the remaining 2 hours into the city. It was a blast driving in a place that has virtually no rules and we made it home in one piece. Craziest day of my life.
When we got home and told our orphanage supervisor about what had happened (she was about 30 and super chill, and went out with us in the evenings), she thought it was hilarious and told us that she had some weed laying around that her boyfriend had given her and that we could have it if we wanted. The next day she gave us a baggie that was probably a 1/2 oz of some ridiculously dank weed. For the remaining 3 weeks of the month that we were there the volunteer house was a ridiculously fun place.
tl:dr - Went to the Rastafarian region of Ethiopia, smoked with a Rastafarian High Priest, got ratted out to the military police, avoided Ethiopian prison by bribing them with 30 USD, driver broke wrist and I got to drive in Africa. Got back and our supervisor gave us a 1/2 oz. Good times.
