So within the past few months some friends and I have had a very large amount of mephedrone 1kg+. So we tend to do quite a bit (we meaning two of us) We probably average 10g a week if not more. Well yesterday we started with a 200mg line around 1pm, another 200 around 2pm, 150 around 3pm, so on so forth on the hour almost. At about 5-6pm we went to a high school field hockey game and ate 500mg at the game. I can honestly say i've never been more fucked up in my entire life, i could barely function lol that was all quite fun. As night came on I started to get paranoid and heard ppl mumbling about me, talk of me being a drug addict, what was i on. You know the general paranoia when ur high. When I got home I did another 200mg with my friend, then it all started to go bad, i had this plan which everyone assumed was a load of shit but i was telling the truth. Eventually it escalated to talk of me being a dumbass and needing to be hit or hurt in some way (maybe even killed) I eventually confronted my friend about this (best friend i have btw) and he comforted me and assured me none of it was said and that my paranoia was causing me to hear voices. So after that I was like okay fuck it lets do more then im okay now so we do another line (about 150) then he goes back upstairs with his gf. I still hear voice but I know theyre not real so im fine. Then he comes back downstairs around 3am, we play video games and do another 150 line each. Thats when it got bad, he went upstairs and immediately i start to hear him and his gf fighting over me. How im a drug addict, only his friend for the drugs, trash. He has to pick between me and her but he wont so she goes off when he wont kick me out. Shortly after more fighting i hear him say put the gun down dammit, their bedroom door opens and i didnt stick around to find out what came next so i ran out the front door and hauled ass down the road barefoot. I hear her screaming some distance behind me run bitch run. And shes still running behind me, I run about a mile and call some friends to come get me now cause im in trouble, when they get there i do a flip into the back of the truck. I get to my moms house safe, followed by a phone call from my other room mate saying that everything i just told him happened in my head. I ran all that way by myself with nobody behind me, nobody was talking about me at all, nobody thought those things i heard. I imagined all of it, i am very embarrassed at this point and i go home and to sleep. Ok now ive done at least 200+ grams in the past few months and this has NEVER happened to me or any of my friends. Does anyone know what caused this and has it happened to anyone else. I fractured my foot running too