Bass Camp IV

In the middle of the bush, about an hour inland from a boring town...

There was a doll, a very evil looking doll, lit up by the headlights of the few cars that were on a quiet, dead road.
The doll was nailed to a tree, telling you to drive left.
If you had made it this far without giving up, you were in for a treat.

Without the sound of your car engine, there was the sounds of bass travelling along the ground.
As you got closer you could here the flat beat of Psytrance.
On the other side of the river, the trees on top of the hill echoed the music back to you, almost as if the trees were joining in.

It was getting dark. We were aware that we were definately not alone.

There was a giant silver man floating above all these colours and lights.
Underneath him, there was a combined movement of what looked like people, but were dressed like aliens, shifting and jumping and bopping their heads. In front of them was what must have been the leader, as he was controlling their every move, teasing them with ambience and then blasting them deeper into their altered states.

Did this even happen? or was it just another dream?
Was it a distorted or fantastic dream state, a nightmarish or hallucinogenic world, or a subconscious thought or death experience?

Or was it just the combined defiance of a law based society, hiding among the trees and leaving the normal rules of reality and consciousness?
Yes it was. Together they left this plane of existence.

Then, by midday the next day, the music suddenly stopped and they all went back towards the city.