I'm at some fancy place, maybe it was a hotel or restauraunt lobby, with Marc. I leave and head towards the fair/music festival that was taking place next-door. I end up next to a car, and the people near it are saying things like "Yeah man, all you have to do is ask around for some acid and you'll find it!" That makes me really exited, so my first thoughts were to go back and tell Marc.

I remember nothing else until this part comes up:
Me and Marc end up walking through the woods and stop at what looked to me like the Sweet Spot at Walden. In very strange "line stances", we start to jam on the hill.