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We’ve got SO MANY awesome results and opinions from our first ever Portland Pot Survey—where we polled YOU about your cannabis using habits—but here’s one of my favorite sections, called “Your most memorable marijuana freakouts.” Enjoy, and read all of it here.

Ah, anxiety… you’ve heard of marijuana freakouts, but most of us (34%) say we’ve never experienced anything “too bad.” Those of us who claim to have had at least one “awful” experience (32.4%) are right behind that number, though. Then again, 31.4% outright deny any such freakouttery, with one respondent noting that, “I’m mentally ill. I freak out when not high, and have never freaked out while high.”

Many of you shared what your marijuana freakouts look like—some are funny, and some are downright dark:

“Eight hours curled up in the fetal position in a dark hotel room in Mexico, fearful that the cartel or federales would break down the door at any moment.”

“A lion. It looked like a lion.”

“I ate too many edibles, and sat in my bed hiding from my microwave, which was emitting rays of death cancer (it wasn’t even on).”

“I couldn’t get a haircut.”

I couldn’t figure out how to descend a ladder to exit the rooftop party that was freaking me out.”

“I couldn’t move from the couch, Elliott Smith turned into a river, I cried a lot, and everything became symbols.”

“I couldn’t walk the dog ’cause I thought he would get stolen.”

“Curled up in the fetal position on a bale of hay at a Renaissance Fair.”

Eels. Lots and lots of writhing eels.”

Check out more memorable marijuana freakouts here!

Bang bang, choo-choo train, let me see you shake that thang. Wm. Steven Humphrey is the editor-in-chief of the Portland Mercury and has held the job since 2000. (So don’t get any funny ideas.)