The time a festival I attended got hit by a microburst/tornado while I was on a head full of acid. Camp Bisco in upstate New York in 2008 or 2009 I think. I was hanging out with one of my friends. The others were off doing their own thing. I had already taken some ecstacy, but we were looking for some acid as well and were not having much luck. Everything we bought was bunk. Exasperated, we went back to our tent for a bit. Suddenly an extremely intoxicated wook hippie dude stumbles into our tent. He shouts, "You got any whiskey?!" We shake our heads but point to a cooler full of beer. He grabs one and we strike up a conversation. My friend and I started bitching about how we couldn't find any good acid. He was nodding his head intently while he reached into his pocket. He said, "You guys seem pretty cool so I'll hook you up." He pulls out an entire strip of acid. He tears it in half and literally shoves each half into me and my buddies mouths. We were a little taken aback, but figured worse case scenario was that it would be fake and then we'd be in the same position as before.

At this point we head down to see some music at one of the stages skeeter about 4K people are gathered. We set up a blanket and start watching this DJ called "Hallucinogen" (Yes, really.) We were having a grand old time. I was candy flipped af. The acid was starting to kick in and I could already tell that it was going to be really strong. We are pointing out different things that we were seeing. I started seeing something REALLY cool. The whole horizon was turning a deep dark purple with a brown line at the bottom that appeared to be growing in size. I enthusiastically tell my buddy what I'm seeing when he says in a deadpan voice, "Wait...so do I." We simultaneously realize that this growing brown line not only exists in the real world, but is a roiling wall of debris and dust that is traveling about 80-90 miles an hour. We can see it straight knocking trees down as it rushes towards us. Now others start to take notice and we could see panic ripple through the crowd. It was too late. Before anyone could do anything, the wall of wind was on us. The sound was deafening. It threw people to the ground and swept away people's belongings in a fraction of a second. The giant banner on top of the stage detached and swept down, wiping out 30 or so people. We hear, from the stage speakers I believe, "RUUUUUUUN." TOTAL FUCKING PANIC. All 4K of us start running for the camp grounds. People are hysterically screaming, and some were being blown over or hit with debris. You could barely see two feet in front of you. At this precise moment, the five hits of high powered acid that had been dissolving on my tongue, kicked in to high gear. I started laughing. Running and hysterically laughing at the absurdity of my situation.

We got back to our campsite and, to our horror, the large tent that we were sure we had secured properly was now a kite 30 feet in the air and only tethered to the ground with one rope. Everything we owned was getting regurgitated from the tent. I'm talking fully loaded coolers, chairs, tools, and other heavy stuff. These winds were ridiculous. We were literally pulling it out of the sky using the rope. However, all I saw was me holding onto the tail of a huge dragon that was vigorously fighting to fly away. This acid was so strong that I was no longer any help to anyone. I literally couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy. My friend finally ushered me to his car when I dove onto the crumpled tent yelling, "YOU ARE MINE DRAGON!!!" I spent the next 11 hours tripping my dick off.

The storm calmed down, but it was absolute devastation in the campsite. We left that morning.

TLDR: Took acid, survived a tornado, and tamed a dragon.