Posted 30 August 2018 - 11:40 PM
I'll try to keep this concise because you could easily write a whole book about the 4 days
Our last evening there.
A friend of mine, we'll call him B, who is already probably more than little crazy when sober, had been on... variably high dosages of various drugs nonstop since before we arrived. Alcohol, weed, ecstacy, mdma, cocaine. He only slept a few hours outside on 2 out of 3 nights we were there, only ate a handful of snacks I shared with him and spent a lot of time dancing at the dj stage - aka big circus tent.
There was another guy with us, same drugs plus meth and lsd, except in more reasonable dosage. Reasonable, yeah, that's the one word that explains that beahviour the least, whatever. These 2 might just have been the highest people on the fest.
It was around midnight, most of the people already went to sleep mostly because of alcohol/drug/sleep mismanagment, few left of us at the circus tent, including B. He and another guy went to get some food and then back to the camp for a while, I went with them halfway then went back to dance, nothing unusual happened.
About half an hour later I went to the camp too. Noone was outside, I faintly remember proclaiming something general aloud, a friend of mine answers from his tent that B was taken by an ambulance, that he looked like he was dying so he had to get him some help. This came from someone had already seen him on leathal dose of ecstacy at the same fest last year (I wasn't there) and thought it's impossible to be in a more extreme state. Anyway I went back dancing, told this to the 2 girls who were the last remaining awake from our group. We danced and decided to go back to the camp after a while. In the meantime friend caled me that B's back. We got to the camp and found B leaning on his car looking as fresh as he he could like "where you all at? I was looking for you at the circus tent, wanted to party"
Now what happened from the POV of the campdwellers:
Everyone's inside their tents, suddenly they're awakened by screams and weird sounds. They peer outside and see B lying on the ground gasping, the other high guy kneeling next to him attempting a resuscitation while screaming "don't die! don't die!" and such. He did breathe and all so eventually they got him an ambulance (the second one, the first one sent them away because they were sleeping...) which was supposed to drive him to some other ambulance beyond the town to get him to hospital. On his way there he was talking something about people's ears growing out of proportions and just floating and waving around in the air. The doctors weren't exactly nice to him seeing how high he was so he eventually go them to get him a reverse to sign and be off. He argued he isn't going to some hospital as he doesn't have any way to get back. So he signed it and off he went, 3 kilometres beyond the town we were in, in the middle of the night, high on all the stuff, with a panic fear from darkness. He ran back to the town while hearing people whispering from beyond pickets and stuff and just talking to him (one of the guys followed him and stayed beyond the picket line near our camp when B finally got back, he was named Richard - or so he told him, and kept telling B to go to him), so he found his way back and that's where we found him.
What happened from B's POV:
When he was still at the circus tent, having eaten especially a lot of ecstacy that day, some random guy with dreads gave him some eyedrops, 3 drops into each eye, he didn't waht it was but soon after he went for the food with me and went to camp. The drops were lsd and apparently it was a pretty high dose. GOt back to the camp, smoked a giant bong rip, got cloudy headed and fell on the ground knocking his breath out. That's when the other high guy came in thinking he's dying and tried to resuscitate him, apparently the lsd also kicked in somewhere about this time because you know the floating ears and everyone thinking he's dying. So that was actually all, a knocked breath. And because of that he had to run 3 kilometres through darkness that he had panic fear of while on all those drugs. We only found out about this 2 days later.
The next morning he'd scratch himself under the shirt and we noticed some white shit on his stomach, he pulled the shirt up and we could see he still had those ekg thingies glues to his body. We were never truly convinced that he didn't jump out of the ambulance while it was moving.
Just a tip of the iceberg
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