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Oh boy, reading all of these comments and yours specifically I got the chills remembering that one (of many) times I hit a joint and got dragged to a mental hell. At the time I lived in a neighborhood where kids played on the street, their cheerful noises turned into agonizing voices, asking for help, scheming horrible things. I was convinced that a guy and his gang was at the door to get me (that week I asked a girl from the neighborhood out without knowing if she was in a relationship before), i got dressed so fast and was ready to exit from the backdoor and jump into neighbors property. I was so terrified, everything and everyone was evil. My mother was at home in this moment and even she was evil, I could see every little of her flaws. It went away after I waited 30min for my older brother to come and pick me up and drive me far away from that place. I was never a religious man, but that thing made me turn to religion for quite some time, looking for explanation. I'm still not spiritual as I wish I would be, but today I live in a different place and don't drink alcohol or smoke anymore.
There's nothing here!