The most psychedelic moment of my life

[marcher5877]

Riding out from our camp, my first night, through the streets, past the cars and tents and grills and parties, past all the pieces of reality, onto the playa.

It felt like my mind had exploded.

On a bike, ripping across the playa, pirate ships with flashing sails flying in front of me at 20mph, specks of lights blinking randomly, space ships shooting flames 100ft in the air, a group of stilt walkers holding laterns and smoking pipes offering me a Tab soda, something picked directly from the depths of my own personal memory bank, and here this kind man, 13 feet high, with the sky exploding behind his head by an army of psychedelic skydivers holding glowsticks falling from 14,000 ft- offerering me an ice cold piece of my own memory wet with condesation in the desert night that tasted like it only tastes in the Super Bowl commericials while a naked woman asked me if I knew where the post office was.
That was, by far, the most psychedelic moment of my life, and I was completely sober.

The week got stranger after that.

Your Imagination is Useless

[Frankenstipe]

Yeah who needs drugs, just go to Burning Man.....and maybe bring some E while you're at it.

[AntiM]

I sat blindfolded, as my eyes were strained from months of no glasses, having lost mine on the journey. I'd not seen daylight for three days. Clad in a flowing lavender ballgown, I heard the music and the laughter, as I rested where my friends had led me and lowered me to the floor. I knew they were costumed and nude and joyful, there was dancing and performance and food, yet I could see nothing of the spectacle. My mind exploded as my ears conducted the sound and noise to my brain. My skin was glowing and my heart raced to the beat, my smile was eternal. I was sober.

I was 19, living in Project Artaud, in SF, in 1976. No wonder Black Rock City felt exactly like "coming home". Sorry, BRC is trippy, but everything was trippier at 19.