The Spiritual Dolphin
Had my first proper festival experience at Reading either 08 or 09.. though i was a smoker i had never done anything harder but was with a good friend who although younger was a bit more experienced and i did my first mdma hit.

we had got some of those proper star wars lightsabers and some ponchos and were just starting to come up when i saw the helium balloon guy. loved dolphins had to buy the dolphin balloon. properly came up to roni size in the dance tent with my light saber and my dolphin balloon and it was AMAZING, there can be nothing like your first hit of mdma it just washes your brain out in the best way. anyways we started on our trip for real.

we had a bunch of hash and went to work selling it using the dolphin as the hook, by this time i had tied it to my hat and we were walking around asking people 'the spiritual dolphin wants to know if you want some smoke'. after a couple of fields we were getting aproached by people who had been told to 'look for the spiritual dolphin'. it was clearly visible floating above the tents attached to my hat. we were on a blessed trip coz we never got approached by any cops just lots of punters. at some point i lost my shoes. however we found a guy selling strawberry tabs, i thought in for a penny in for a pound and we both did some, it was my mates first time for acid too.

we continued working our way through the fields till we came across this starry eyed girl who laughing a lot but not really saying much latched on to us. we managed to get that her name was Rachel but when ever we tried to talk to her she just laughed and giggled. rachel had decided we were going to look after her on her trip and she just tagged along with us occasionaly linking arms with us but generally just staring about and laughing.

me and my mate realised it was dark and we hadnt even got to the arena yet. thinking everything was just so magical that we must be in a movie we laughingly stumbled into the main arena with rachel in tow, as we passed security i remember looking down and thinking that i had somehow found my shoes and socks back, on closer inspection my mate confirmed that it was in fact a sock of mud and dust that i was wearing which prompted more laughter.

it was Blur!!

they were playing universal and i was just star struck i couldnt believe i was this high listening to music this amazing live. rachel in a flashing moment of lucidity suddenly said she was cold and my mate galantly gave her his hoody. we were wondering through the crowd when rachel shrieked and ran over to a group of girls. we sat down with them and they were some of her friends. we nipped back to the tents to get some more stuff and when we came back they were gone along with my mates hoody. we put it down to experience and my mate never expects to see his favourite hoody again.

for the rest of the festy the spiritual dolphin was the marker for our tent and was regulraly revered.

Fast forward to the monday and we are packing up after a stonking weekend. We see this guy walking about holding a 6 ft pole adorned with toilet rolls streaming in the wind. He is shouting 'rachel', rachel', we look at each other and run over to this guy. It turns out to be the same rachel he is looking for, she apparently had done some DMT on the saturday and it just totally tripped her out. we follow him back to their base camp where she had returned after seeing us but before walking off in to the night, and low and behold before she did so she left the hoody with a friend. mate got the hoody back but we never did find out what happened to rachel our starry eyed groupie.

rachel hope you are okay, the spiritual dolphin will never forget you

1st post, thanks for your time
(creepy jesus, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 18:50, 3 replies)

Quick question
How on eath have you had a proper festival experiance of Reading 09?!
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 22:39, closed)

THANKYOU!
God I thought I was missing something really obvious then.
(lei, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 23:57, closed)

Bah! Ignore the haters.
Excellent story, mate. As Terry Pratchett said: "Are we not all, in some way, looking for our cow/dolphin/flying spaghetti monster?"
(Helixdaunting, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 3:04, closed)