Yes! I finally got in, I hate massive long queue's, but damn it. When the line up is as good as this one you have to expect it. But I'm in, the bass is pumping, the dancers are on it (and beautiful) now its time to get down to it.

One, get straight down to the trance room, push past the crowds and get to the stage. Everyone is feeling it, smiling, raving, working up a wicked sweat. I've missed this, everyone having a good time to some wicked tunes. The DJ's switch and Skiesto takes the decks and everyone goes wild. Track after track of pure bliss soars about the rave and everyone moves in unison, the set takes it out of me though and I head for the bar. I spot my mate near the edge of the bar, sneak up behind him and pounce.

“What the hell are you doing?” He turns around and smiles when he sees that it’s me. “Hey man! You made it in then?”
“Yeah man, just caught Skiesto. Wicked set, the crowd here are pretty awesome. Some people have gone all out on costumes as well!”
“Yeah, I know man. Have you seen some of the performers?”
“The dancers? Yeah, their outfits are wicked, not to mention the dancing , but like the dancing in the crowd more. People are really immersed in the music”

“I meant some of the other entertainment.” He winked at my slyly and turned round to order our drinks. “You’ll know when you see them. Trust me”
I left him at the bar and roamed the dance floors, savoring my slightly overpriced drink as I surveyed the crowd, dancing with people, all smiling away; all grooving together to the sounds of the DJ’s.

As I finished my drink I dropped it to the floor and started to dance with vigor, swirling and twirling to the tunes. Through the mist of the smoke machines I saw a giant strolling through the crowd, but then my spinning took over and I lost track of him.

Then, after moments he appeared beside me, a ten foot giant towered over me: a face as white as the inter snow, googley eyes staring right at me and four arms extended toward me. I couldn’t decide whether to run towards him or away; a furry hand extended towards me and I grasped it with apprehension.

I saw a ripple of movement shiver through him and soon we began to dance, to move together. It was amazing, after a while I noticed the puppeteer underneath, hidden underneath the majesty of the passenger he carried.

Giving him a quick nod my attention focused again on the goliath above me, I took out my camera (mainly to prove to myself that this wasn’t all a figment of my imagination) As quickly as he came the puppet moved off and I carried the wonder of it all back to the bar, forgetting everything as I found my friend again.

“I know that look man. Did you see it?”
“You mean the massive white puppet–man? It just blew my mind on the dance floor, I had to take a picture of it just in case I was losing my mind”
“Oh, you having seen the least of it. Watch out behind you” He winked at me as I felt a soft velvety touch on my face, and the gentle massage of soft hand. I turned and jumped back as the face of a giant velvet cow filled my vision. Laughing as I held it’s hands to my face I stumbled out of it’s reach.

On my walk home, as the bass faded from my ears and the taste of vodka and sweat drained from my mouth, the images of the giants remained. The confusion, horror, and amazement all mixing together to make the night memorable, I got out my phone and sent a text to the people who couldn’t make it.

‘You guys HAVE to make the next rave. There are things there that will blow your mind.’