Got a few ones that are quite crazy but anyways was at a festival and had like 500g weed and some dozen or so dosages of shrooms around. Took MDMA in the afternoon, rolling in the grass laughing while some artist was playing with a buddy and talking about how I feel like I'm having an orgasm (first time taking mdma) Decide to go back to our camping site and roll some spliffs and chill, while rolling hard, spent 20 minutes rolling a spliff haha. Suddenly in my very tripped out tropical paradise mind I start to see these cops and dogs, not quite sure what to think of it, at all.
Very soon our campsite is "seized" plain clothed officers and normal cops surrounding the area as they had found my tent with all the drugs. So I'm like quite unaware of my surroundings and some girls tell me "Don't get scared but the cops are here and they are looking in your tent" We were forced to sit down like 2 hours while they searched all my friends tents finding some smaller amounts of weed and shroom. Went person to person and demanded they identified their tent to find out who the dealer (me) was.
I was the last one the cops asked, I just pointed at a friends tent whom had ran as soon as he saw a dog with an old man. They notice I'm real deep in something so I say I got these pills from some guys, didn't know what they were and started feeling sick, so the "interviewing" cop told another cop to be with me and ask me questions etc my age name etc. Told the cop I needed to sit down, and my mind was going completely wack, trying to understand what's gonna happen and suddenly got a vision of jailbars. Stood up and started running, leaping through peoples tents and going completely crazy vietnam style running, jumped into some metalheaders camp and I was about as fucked up as can be so was whispering "cops,cops,cops" with probably the most fucked up facial expression a human being can have and they thought I was in a psychosis and started seeing cops, but I pointed over at my camp-site and they saw. They hid me, some girl started massaging me therapeutically and that was godly. Meanwhile at the camp-site as soon as I ran off none of the cops followed me for some reason but had said "Unbelievable, one of them just ran off" Later found out the cop that was to "copsit" me got distracted by some dude whom started kicking football with him and that's probably the only reason I got away. Packed what was left of my belongings the next day and left.
Was later called in to the police station where they swabbed my cheek for dna, took my handprints etc and basically said that my best friend had said I was the dealer and had sold him the weed, which I had. Denied it and told them that I know who it really was and that my best friend was just scared of retaliation from the real dealer. Cause I was a teenager whom didn't look like a drug dealer they believed me and I got off scott-free and had my DNA & Handprints removed from the system. Not to much help though as I got raided by 10 cops a year later and caught for drug smuggling so now they got my dna and prints again. Also got sentenced for having drugs in my body cause I wanted to eat a Pizza. See a few hours earlier we were having this small house party and someone called the cops, I started running off with just my socks on the street and a cop car was following me so I ran off into the woods where I was for like 4 hours till I returned back to the scene of the crime (house) and decided I wanted a pizza after all my struggles(the bottom of my socks was completely gone), so hop on the back of a mates motorcycle and went off, same cops start following us, stop us and bust us. Got a courthearing in 2 hours, wish me luck ;)