Noob to weed, do you guys get these feelings too?

So my best friend got some stuff the other day, and he was freaking out at my place. He's smoked seldom before, maybe like 3 or 4 times. However, this time was the first in a long time. Just 3 or 4 hits of hash or so.

According to him... "It kicked in and went straight to my head. Listening to electronic music, I started twitching to the beat, and it was hard to stay still, unless I tried hard. Pretty soon I was experiencing dissociation that blew my mind. I would sit on the bed, listening to the electronic music. If I tried really hard, I would be able to control my body. If I zoned out, my whole body would just flop to the bed, as if my soul came out and left my body as merely a ragdoll on the bed. My eyes also would want to dissociate as well. I'm lying on the bed, and it feels like the whole room is rotating and flashing at the same time. It feels like there are repeating tiled patterns of whatever was in the room at the time, but at the same time, there wasn't. It feels like I'm in a vortex of these mind patterns that just keep rotating around me, and I am like a buddha with 4 pairs of eyes on each plane of my body. The music feels evil and loud. The music feels like it's watching me, its controlling my consciousness, it's an evil force. I could snap out of it I wanted to, but I would find myself just dissociating again and falling back on the bed, forced to watch the spinning hallucination. There are no thoughts, except "what the hell is going on" and "i'm not thinking of anything". It feels like I'm brain dead. There are no beautiful thoughts or whatever. There are no unique and creative ideas, no heightened senses. Just dissociation and the rotating room. I'm trapped. I can see what's around me, but I can't. I tell myself that I just gotta wait it out.

When the beat is building up (dubstep or trap or whatever), I feel my body sitting up slowly, I feel like a snake charmer's snake with the music. Then the drop of the song hits hard and I dissociate and fall limp on the bed, watching the world rotate. I feel like I'm insane, like what the fuck is reality anymore, I try to yell to my friend [me] that I'm tripping balls, but all I manage to get out is "I'm trippppinnn..... baawwwwllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" (make the bawlz part like a pitch drop, like when you make something go in slow motion and it goes Weerrrpp)."

So yeah, my best friend keeps telling his friends that he doesn't like smoking, he has to be in a really good mood to do it. He doesn't understand why people like it so much.

Have you guys ever got the feelings that he did?