ok so heres my complete marijuana history so that maybe someone here can tell me what in Gods name happened to me. The first time I ever smoked weed was at a party when this girl just put a joint to my lips so I took one big hit and that was it, I felt nothing (no one feels anything the first time from my understanding). Second time, I go to a friends house we pass around a joint, took several hits and I felt great, felt like I was levitating, got all tingly, looked like everything was over a strobe light and time just slowed down, it was great and I was laughing at everything. 3rd, 4th, 5th time, my girlfriend got a hold of a pipe and a bag and we smoked some with her sister and everything was fine, felt great. One night after about the fifth time me and my girlfriends sister decide to get into it again, we filled the bowl pretty full and we shared it. Neither of us felt anything at first so we said that if we didn't feel anything in 15 minutes we would pack another bowl. 15 minutes pass and she was feeling it but I wasn't so I pack another bowl and smoked it by myself, started feeling it and we just sat and watched TV and everything was fine BUT here is where things went wrong. I had to take a leak so I got up off the couch to go to the bathroom, and once I got in the bathroom my ears started ringing and I felt this overwhelming sense that I was going to die I knew I was starting to freak out and tried to fight it but it seemed the harder I fought it the worse it got, I started aimlessly stomping around the bathroom knocking shit over, it was like I had no control over my body. I then was convinced I was stuck in an alternate reality and that I would never return to normal. I began to black out and zone out sporadically and felt like I was trapped in the bathroom and started tearing my shirt off and it was like I was watching myself do this from outside my own body. I then blacked out for what I was told about 3 minutes and apparently (according to my girlfriend and her sister) I walked out of the bathroom without my shirt and stood in the living room and I was completely unresponsive and I laid down on the couch, I then crawled over my girlfriends sister and jumped into the floor and started crawling around the room as fast as I could, I eventually regained consciousness and was on top of the back of the couch feeling like I was about to have a heart attack and started screaming at them to call 911 as I frantically crawled around in circles in the living room, although I was screaming out loud to call 911, I was screaming inside my head at myself saying "don't tell them to call 911, no one has ever died or overdosed on marijuana you're just freaking out" but again, it was like I had no control over my body and just kept yelling "call 911" and eventually my girlfriend tackled me into the corner and I eventually calmed down. They laid me down on the couch and made sure I was ok and they said I was twitching like crazy and I felt like I was absolutely insane and it was a whole week before I felt completely back to normal. It was the worst experience of my life and everyone I talked to about it said that its not possible and that the weed was laced or something but my girlfriend and her sister smoked the same bag of shit with me 3 or more times and nothing like that ever happened including to me until that one time About a month or so later I tried a different batch of my brothers stash to test the theory that it was just the weed and the SAME THING HAPPENED! I lost my mind outside my house in my driveway at 2am and tried hopelessly to calm myself down telling myself "don't let this shit happen again, just calm down and focus" but it was impossible, I wound up trying to walk to a friends house for help about a mile down the road and realized what I was doing and found myself in one of my neighbors backyard and I freaked out fearing they probably called the cops or something so I made my way back to my house to find all the shit in my car out on the ground so apparently I had dragged all my stuff out of my car for some reason and didn't realize it, I was still feeling insane and had trouble focusing and was pacing around my house wildly, but I eventually put all my crap back in my car made my way back to my room and passed out at about 5am (3 hours after smoking) I am deathly afraid to smoke EVER AGAIN and most likely I won't, I just want to know WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME AND WHY!?