[SIZE=10.5pt]I got inside and felt free for a brief second but all I wanted was water. As I walked from vendor to vendor every line was like 30 people deep. It was pretty much like this stadium built for the NFL had never had a large crowd before. Looking back this is most likely where the damage was done but I was managing the stress for the first set. The last thing I remember when I was in a decent frame of mind was Viola Lee Blues at the end of the first set.
At setbreak, a panic attack rushed over me like I have never felt before and never want to again. I pretty much knew it was a panic attack but had this lingering doubt that I might be really ill, like near death. I tried to call my wife and talk to her. During the conversation, my phone pretty much died, disconnected. That was the end all to any sane thought I had left. I equated not being able to talk to my wife with dying and the fact that our conversation ended, meant I was now in the afterlife.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]I spent the next half an hour talking to various people, trying to get assured that I wasn’t really dead and wasn’t about to die. I kept asking them if I was freaking them out, they kept telling me that they weren’t. Now I’m wondering if they weren’t more screwed up than me because any normal person would have moved to have me committed.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Somehow I met this girl who had a bunch of crystals in her pocket. She assured me that if I rubbed the jade one, all my anxiety would go away. I caressed that little green rock hoping for a miracle, It didn’t work. I asked her if she would call my wife. She obliged. I have since listened to the voicemail she left my wife and I am laughing my ### off. The last thing I remember is her advice not to crawl back into the hole, once she left, it was back on.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Next thing I know I’m talking to this dude who is trying to pump me up with some motivational speaking. He is telling me to get a grip on myself, and that a therapist is going to be the best thing for me going forward because it works for him. Honestly I appreciated the effort. During this conversation I unknowingly gave him a phone number and not my own. This week my wife has been receiving random texts as he has been checking in to see if I ended up okay. A win for humanity? You really can't make this stuff up.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]I decided to try one last time to go into the stadium and get back into the show. Walked into the spacey Darkstar and that did nothing for me, most likely made it worse.
It wasn't long after, I remember some fireworks. I had a weird sensation that my body was cracking into pieces like a broken mirror.[/SIZE]
So I’m still convinced I could be dead and decided the best thing to do was talk to the police and let them know what Im going through. This could have turned out to be the dumbest move I made all night but a cop walked me into first aid. Can’t say I have anything bad to say about the police at this time.
[SIZE=10.5pt]...will finish this up at some point..[/SIZE]