If you're really baked, then it's probably just auditory hallucinations. This one time I hotboxed the bathroom when I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle. This is back when I first started smoking. Anyway, I had the shower running hot to flush out the smell, and also had the fan on. The fan made this low, wurring buzz that turned into this incredibly complex, futuristic techno music. It was the most intricate, intense music I've heard, and I was the one making it. That was one of the craziest experiences. Wish I could get that high again!
good marijuana has a way of fuckin with your head man. i'd only worry if it were a regular occurance. i spent a night in my neighbour's garden thinking my whole family were awake searching the house screaming my name out angry at me for smoking, but 2 or 3 freezing cold hours later i realised i was just trippin balls on some good bud haha. everyone was sound asleep and i could hear the yelling pretty clearly. only ever happened that one time though, i've got depersonalization disorder so im not exactly "normal" but DPD doesn't involve any hallucinations so im assuming it was just too much good bud! besides, we're all crazy man. the whole fuckin world's crazy
Ha reminds me of this one night where I was watching a horror movie and I was in the bedroom, away from my front door. Well I hear screaming and crazy shit and I wake my bf up, I was scared. I mean these were blood curdling screams and I knew it wasn't the horror movie because the scene that was playing was not to the killing parts yet. I woke him up 3x, because of these screams and I could hear running, and someone banging on doors, some man yelling. The whole weekend my bf thought I was crazy. Until he went to work (he works at the apt complex where we live) and sure enough, he found out that there was this woman being brutally beaten within an inch of her life, running around the building, trying to get help. They said that her face was so bloody and swollen, along with teared clothes, huge welts and marks on her back. Broken cheek bones. Thank god someone helped her. I would've, but she never knocked on my door.