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First a little history on my experience with Cannabis. I'm male, 27 years old, 6'2" 140lbs. I’ve been diagnosed with Major Depression and ADHD for the past 10 years. I also have Schizoid Personality Disorder. I've smoked weed about 5 times over the past few years. The first times I never got high at all, and the last few times I got buzzed, but never experienced anything psychedelic, not counting Lucid Dreams. Okay so my Sister and her best friend buy and share a blunt at our local shop on Friday night and left me 1/4 (about 3 inches) to smoke to myself. The strain is called Golden Pineapple: https://www.leafly.com/hybrid/golden-pineapple Two days later I'm at my Sister's apartment and it's around 12pm; I decide to smoke the blunt. The only people here are myself, my sister, and my dog. I go into the bathroom, close the door, turn the fan on, and I take about seven 3second drags, I was planning on smoking the entire thing, but had to stop early because by the 7th hit I could hardly stand. My only expectation was for the experience to be similar to my last when I felt this intense connection without everything around me, time distortion, and gravity sensations (push, pulling, falling, floating, etc). I stumble into the hallway, and look at my sister telling her I'm definitely high right now. I can hardly stand up, and I begin to feel my spinal cord jerking forwards and backwards up near my neck, so I go out into the living room and sit down. I start laughing uncontrollably for a few seconds, then start talking to my Sister. I can only speak in fragmented sentences, and there is about a 5 second delay between what I say and what actually comes out my mouth. I stand up again, and walk around the coffee table, and now my entire body's movements have this 5 second delay. I move down to the floor and lay on my back. I close my eyes, and I'm starting to see red and black fractals spinning across my vision, left to right in an arc. I feel my body sinking into the floor at increasing speed. I can open my eyes and see everything in the room normally, so I'm not hallucinating anything with my eyes open, only when they are closed. I grab onto the coffee table and my hand goes right through it. I grab the carpet and the same thing happens, it feels like I'm picking up clumps of carpet dissolving in my hands. Every square inch of my body has lost the ability to register stopping resistance when pressing against objects. If I touch something and push against it, I can feel it move forever until I pull away from it. I feel like I'm floating in a vacuum of space, gravity is gone entirely, and all of my limbs have unlimited mobility and can go in any direction. I no longer feel like I’m inside a human body, but instead just a floating consciousness that can move in infinite directions, and become any shape or object. I stop grabbing onto things and just lay still on the floor now, while feeling as if I'm in a free fall downward in what feels like a tubular cylinder in zero gravity, moving backwards through it; though the space inside is infinite and I'm constantly traveling further from where I started. I look around and every square inch of my vision is fractal patterns, tubes and strings stretching past me as I'm falling, I'm falling deeper and deeper through these infinite layers of landscapes. The further down I go the more dark and disturbing they become, and then I start to cry uncontrollably, VERY hard as I begin to feel every horrible experience I've had in my lifetime at great speed. I feel either my mind is being ripped apart or this is my consciousness imploding. Then I start being pulled upward in the opposite direction at high speed, and the imagery starts increasing in brightness, and I stop crying. My mouth opens wide open and I feel this powerful godlike presence surrounding me. I'm also hearing rhythmic machine like sounds, as if all of this is taking place inside a massive machine. I open my eyes and nobody is around me, my sister left me there. So I slowly sit up and slide the TV remote off the table to get my sister’s attention. She comes in and asks what’s wrong as if nothing had happened. Then I just keep saying “this/that is impossible” and “oh god” over and over again. I’m terrified now, because it feels like it’s been hours and I’ve just witnessed something nobody is supposed to see, a part of reality that was not created for any living human being to experience. I ask her how long I’ve been laying on the floor and she said 10 minutes. I freak out even more. So she helps me back up onto the couch, and as she's talking to me, everything in the room looks 2D, her body looks like it's extending off from mine, and as she is talking to me, it's actually just a part of me talking to myself. When I close my eyes, I move my arms and legs around, and I can see myself morphing into a 3D cube; every movement is drawing out a pixel within this cube, surrounding the cube is the fractal landscape from before. I can even erase everything and become a single tiny pixel in the middle of void. I lay down, hoping this will all just end, and I want to get back into my body and normal reality fully, I’m thinking this is the worst experience I’ve ever felt in my life, and I never want to go back here again. I seriously thought I would be trapped in this state of mind forever, and that the weed I just smoked pushed me from being Schizoid to full blown Schizophrenic, and this is how I ended up in an insane asylum. Halfway between normal reality, and this other dimension without a body. I start to fall asleep, and wake up multiple times. About 3 hours in I’m feeling extremely nauseated now, but better, and back in touch with reality enough to be able to stand so I run into the bathroom and vomit about 4 times. Then I go back to the couch and sleep the rest of this off. It took about 8 hours for it to go away totally. So yeah that was my experience. I had no idea smoking weed could create a near DMT like trip like this. I’m writing this 2 days after the experience, and I’m feeling fine so far. If it ever happened again I’d be more prepared, and not as scared probably. Just glad to be alive, and back in my body honestly. I can see how a religious person would perceive this as proof of a heaven and hell, but I'm atheist, and I'm trying to look at this as objectively as I can, and learn what I can from the experience, so I can be more fully aware the next time I enter an altered state of consciousness.