Why didnt you call the police?!

This is a report about my absolute first trip ever. This was accidental and endogenous, meaning my brain dumped some chemicals in my brain causing this experience without external ingestion of anything else. Just me and my brain, and an accidentally snorted little piece of ground cannabis which is absolutely insignificant to the trip, but worth mentioning briefly only for humour.I was in physics class as a sophomore in high school, and I bought a caramel chocolate bar from another student doing some fundraising. I wanted to save it for later, so I hid the chocolate bar in the front pocket of my hoody, because my friends were making jokes about stealing it for themselves. The friend closest to me after class started was actually sitting next to me. When I noticed him reading into my hoody pocket, I was so sure I would nail him with my elbow, that I didn't even consider the pain I may feel if I missed him and hit the chairon the other side of him arm. He did somehow dodge the masterfully aimed elbow that I threw at him, and my funny bone was the victim to a desperately unwanted pinch that grew in intensity while I grasped the Elbow. Standing up from the pain, I stared at my arm as the pain branched its way up to ny hand. I quickly lost consciousness, I guess because i stood up while blood was rushing to my elbow?Anyways, I traveled across the galaxy (at least) conversing with stars and planets for what was subjectively at least decades if not more. The vibrant colors and emotions and fantastical experiences all eventually came to an end, and when I returned to my body, it had been so long for me that it took me a few minutes to realized who all these guys were that were laughing at me... and, why WERE they laughing?"You mother fuckers, did I just pass the fuck out and you are just laughing at me?! Why didnt you call the police?!" ( i meant an ambulance)Apparently it had only been about 10 seconds, and i had been repeated the word (or number?) "Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine"Lucky i fell on a pad of unused and unopened flattened boxes made from cardboard, so I didnt hit the ground when i fell out of this reality. I dont think I wrote this trip report yet, but it is what catapaulted me into research about the experience and led me to learn about DMT among other psychedelics, because of how everything felt and looked and how fast it disappeared when I came to. The only things I could find about this experience were mostly trip reports from DMT and i learned that the Ulnar* nerve is not something to mess with!