Hey guys, I'm 16 years old. I live in the US but my cousin who is also 16 lives in Europe and I have been visiting him (by flying alone!) for the last two years every summer for a month. My cousin there smokes weed, and this summer I decided to try it. The first time I took several hits, nothing happened. I smoked maybe 5-7 times afterwards but only got pleasant buzzes. On the last day before returning to the US I decided to smoke a little more. I was with my cousin and some of his friends (I know some of them) in an outdoor public park at night where I have smoked before. I smoked a couple of hits of my cousins weed (which is also mixed with tobacco) and didnt feel much, so I also took a couple of hits of his friends weed (which comes from a different dealer). I sat there sort of buzzed, wondering why other people far away were cooking their candles (they were infact barbecuing food). I was alittle anxious for all the travel the next day and the fact that my school drug tested. Suddenly I started feeling dizzy and nauseus, and thinking it would go away, I waited. I then got up and the entire world felt like it was tilting to the left and I was falling that way. I felt that if I didn't hold on to the ground I would go flying away and if I sat down and closed my eyes I would die. My cousins friend told me that the dark could be messing me up and told me to go and stand in the light, which I did, but that didnt help. My mouth felt extremely dry so I asked my cousin if he would come and walk with me to the water fountain. When walking I felt like I was a large bag of sand and my heart was beating extremely fast. I was sort of halloucinating, the trees were dancing and the pool of water growing in size. The water I drank was massaging my temples and the gum I chewed felt like the weirdest thing ever. I thought that the weed was laced with speed and I thought I was going to die. I was so scared that this high would last forever, I was thinking that if it went any longer than a few days I would kill myself. This went on for about an hour until my cousin suggested we go to mcdonalds to orient ourselves. My cousin, quite high, decided to sit down at a table and told me to order something and handed me a credit card. I was very paranoid in line, thinking that I would teleport to a different mcdonalds or someone would kidnap my cousin so I kept looking back. When I went to the counter the lady spoke French to me and I thought I could understand her completely (I speak absolutely no french) and confidently responded in English. If only I had that encounter on tape... anyways I finally got my snack wrap and ate it, not reducing my high at all. Me and my cousin walked around for a couple more hours, and when my high got a bit better, we went home and slept. I woke up the next day feeling fine... Until I started flying. I have flown across the Atlantic 20+ times before and enjoy it. This time, however, I was extremely scared. On my first flight to Paris I felt like the plane was tumbling in the air. I went to the lounge in the paris airport and had a few cokes before I went onwards to London (that flight wasnt too bad). I spent a couple of hours at the London airport and I boarded my last flight to Atlanta. That flight was the worst... I was getting an extreme sense of claustrophobia even though I had a large business-class seat. I was just praying for the flight to end. Anyways, this was about a month ago. For the last couple of weeks, I felt depersonalization but that has eased away. I'm just wondering why I felt so bad... and scared to try mj again.