Has anyone ever "tripped" on the powder that is used in legal bud?

almost everytime I smoke synthetic cannabinoids (aka legal bud), I trip, literally trip on it. Unless Ive been smoking it for a while; my tolerance is up. But nowadays, since I havent had any for a long time, when I do, I hallucinate, if thats what you want to call it.
So does anyone else trip as well? If so what is/was it like?

Heres my erowid:


doses: t-6 hours: 3 Hits duster
2 bowls dmt/am2201(bud)
2 16oz mixed alcohol drinks
1 Hit methamphetamine
2 bowls am2201 powder/bud mix
t-10 mins: 2 bongs am2201 powder/bud mix

The Experience:

t-4 hours: Around 4 hours or so before i had "the" trip, I was sitting with my friends (b), (m) and (c) at c,s house playing pool and watching wow (I know, sounds boring, but I assure you it wasnt a boring night)! I had had a plentiful mixture of duster, methamphetamine, alcohol and am2201 "legal bud".
At this time, I hit a bong of some legal bud topped with a small amount of the powder mixed in. The sensation was immediate and intense. I felt grounded, like the earth just gained a few more g-forces. Then I had a fucked up thought, I thought of the reality we all are in is just a game (witch is kinda true if you think about it). That particular thought gained some varied momemtum though, as I started thinking that wow actually was a reality and that my friends were "leading" this "reality" into a dark, dreadful, hellish place.
I had to get out of there. I did. I went to the kitchen and heard some song on the tv talking about water and its replenishing effects and it hit me: I was super dehydrated; thats why I felt like hell...so thats just what I did, i drank two tall glasses of what I considered the finest tap water I have ever had at that time.
This brought me out of my "hell" and I realized that that was the key for controlling these sorts of trips: water, the life force of all.
I had been brought down to earth again but I didnt quite feel right yet so I decide to lie down and try to rest. I slept for about three and a half hours, in and out.
t-10 mins: When I got up, dawn had broke and I found myself sitting with my friends again, m was playing wow again, b and c were smoking the mix out of a bong. They offered and I took a huge hit. Felt good. Took another. This mix must have been more potent than before. That old famaliar feeling took root. I looked up at the game. Had that "thought". More of that hellish feeling. Immediately I got up, bong and cig in hand, went into the hallway, turned toward the door and...stopped.
t=0 I just stopped. Stopped moving. Stopped smoking (the cig). I think I even stopped breathing. At this time my whole world turned upside down; a 180 degree shift of what I thought was reality. This didnt feel like before; I couldnt quite put a finger on it. I think I went into the hallway to use the bathroom initially but I dont really remember what transpired in my mind. It felt like hours had passed before another friend (ca) came out of the bathroom. I guess I was standing immediately behind the door because as soon as she came out she jumped and exclaimed "Oh shit, dont do that"
t+2 mins: She jumped, I didnt register this as a scared reaction; didnt really register it at all, except for the fact that my conscious mind told me to back away, that I was too close for comfort. I obliged my consciousness and turned around, only to find myself in a totally different world. At the time, I didnt realize that the room I had entered was my friends' mother's room.
The room wasnt of this reality; I didnt feel like I was on Earth anymore. I couldnt move. Everywhere I looked, the objects in the room didnt quite register; they didnt look three-dimensional. Its kind of hard to explain the picture, but thats exactly what everything looked like: pictures. one or two dimensional images, almost mirror-like. There was a bed, window, chest, stuffed animals, a picture and one other item that, looking back on it, I dont think really existed.
Again, all of these objects were in a disproportionately, disordered mess of one and two-d mirrors...And then I had a reaction: I heard the toilet flush (another of my friends must have used it during all this). Without consulting my conscious mind, and against my physical will, I turned toward the object that "didnt exist", and moved toward it. The immediate feeling was so surreal it scared me into a non-breathing state.
I felt like I had sat down on a toilet and was quite literally "shitting" my soul out of my body. I couldnt stop it. I needed help. So I called for the only person my mind could ask for: ca. "Ca", I croaked, "tell me what to do". "What?" she responded. "I cant move, tell me what to do". "Come here Devon, walk into this room". That did it. I was able to turn around, though not quite done with the trip (I felt like my legs were walking faster than my body could manage, like the top half of me couldnt keep up).
Immediately I gave the bong to c and ran to the kitchen where I guzzled water as fast as I could. This again calmed me down but I felt so out of it and sick that I ran to the bathroom and began vomiting. My puke was black. It didnt matter though; I was back. Back from hell, or so I thought.

Afterward:
t+a few days: I thought about this experience, because thats what it was, not a trip, an experience, one that I can recall very vividly. I thought about it alot in the following few days. What was it that I had gone through? Was it hell? I had heard some of my friends that have smoked the power with way more potency than me. Their accounts all concluded with their interpretation of hell; they actually said that they had gone to hell. That must have been it; the "shitting" out of my soul was my view of hell. That made sense...for a while.
t+a few weeks: The same thought kept coming to me; I kept focusing on the "mirrors" in the experience. No matter how much I tried to just tell myself that the chemical in the powder is not good for you (not saying that it actually is or isnt; there dont seem to be any negative side effects emotionally or physically). I came to realize that if you consume stuff, to trust your body; if u get sick or have an otherwise bad experience, then what you consumed was not really good for you. So this was my understanding...yet, knowing this, I still felt like there was something more. And then it hit me.
When I entered the room, I thought I had never seen it and thats because I HAD never seen it, at least not the way it is in our third-dimension. I had done a bit of conversing with my closest friends and had myself a revalation.
The mirrors, or whatever one might describe them as, were actually doors or choices, I cant really tell, maybe both. Anyway, each object in the room was a "choice" I could make; if I wanted to use the bed (not necessarily to sleep) or open the chest I had that choice. What wouldve happened if I would have chose any of those options is anybodys guess. I only know that, at the time, I didnt feel like I had a choice. Something was pulling me in the direction of the "door" that "didnt exist".
This doesnt necessarily mean that it was out of my control, just that I had either previously been here and knew what I needed to do or it was my subconscious telling me, like a gut feeling; perhaps both. It was after these thoughts that I realized, with some astonisment and gratitude, what I had experienced as "hell" was just misconstrued as another dimension. I had, subconsiously, raised my vibration levels to another reality. What I saw was indeed choices that represented everyday things and I didnt need to physically move to view/use them. Thats why I couldnt move and dont recall respiration: my mind had left its body and saw things how they actually are.
So what did this mean about my ultimite decision? What I experenced was me shitting out my soul; was this just a reaction to hearing the toilet flush? Or was it a prophesy of a decision I would make in the future? Could it have been my shadow coming out to meet me for the first time face to face, ie: my true, almost hidden emotions that I hadnt recognized in a long time suddenly come forth to, basically, cheer up? Around this time I had been somewhat depressed; I had just lost my job a few months prior and had recently been swindled out of some money.
I guess the latter makes the most sense to me but even to this day, I feel as if Im missing something, I just cant quite put my finger on what...

sry for the long post.