I would be in my bedroom, try to use my phone, all the contacts had the same name...which to me confirms that I must be in a coma and I need to wake myself up, I run to the front door of my house, open the front door, my friend calls and says "dude your just on a bad trip, everything is fine" I was then hit with relief, go back upstairs, repeat. Until I got to the point where I was convinced my friend was just the part of my brain that didn't want me to wake up...breaking the loop was to go outside which calmed me down...sort of.
For 6 nights in a row after the trip, I would wake up in the middle of the night panicked, convinced I was tripping and that there was no going back. This lasted about an hour at first but I got better at dealing with it after a few nights. Was starting to get really concerned and I definitely felt like a different person that week. But luckily all effects seemed to ware off shortly after and I can't say the experience put me off taking more. Simply taught me a lot of valuable lessons and rules for future trips.