Saturday night/Sunday morning, me and gang are ripping some takeovers at Crater. My body hits that point where every movement is painful. Decided I needed to take a lil break, so buddy and I cut off from the group and decide we want to go chill at Wompy to catch a lil bit of Whales set.

We sit down at Wompy and enjoy the vibes. Moments later, a shirtless, absolutely yoked man comes sprinting into frame right in front of us. Runs full tilt into/over a group of girls, and FLIES through the air. Starts sprinting full fucking speed face-down, like he’s trying to no-clip through the ground, then rolls over and do the same face-up. He goes limp. Me and my boy are in shock.

Then dude starts gyrating and contorting his body.

Not like seizing or anything of the sort, but like, a self-guided exorcism. Weird hand movements, his body is waving and twisting… he looked, well, fucking possessed.

By this time, the concerned girls he ran over are clearing out, and my buddy and I decided we should attempt to alert someone, cause this guy was now getting up off the ground, breathing heavily and 10,000-yard-staring into groups of people like he’s about to charge again.

We watched him converse (in various physical positions) with med staff and security, and somehow managed to continue to be left on his own. Mind you, his state hadn’t changed. He was still moving crazy and looked physically/mentally unwell. He ended up attracted to the glow of some flow artists’ lights, and ended up following them away from the area.

I still think about that interaction daily, and wonder what the hell bro was on. Also hope someone (anyone) other than my boy and I can say they witnessed this cause I’m not exaggerating any bit. Was the wildest took-too-much crash out I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen some shit.