30 minutes after taking a big square ecstacy pill I realized it wasn't the same thing I took the night before, I was definitely geeking but there was also some sort of downer that intensified everything. When the high started, I realized I had seen this night before. For the past two months, I would have these vivid dreams occasionaly about a concert. I would wake up, kinda scared cause I smoke to much weed and don't really dream let alone that vividly, and forget about it. The night played out and I knew I had to talk to also I had never been to concert nor was planing on it. The Thursday before summer smash, my friend asked me if I wanted to go I could stay at his air bnb. So I bought a ticket and next day we otw to chicago. this one dude, later found out to be jesus. Leaning against a trash can on the floor. Didn't even notice he was chilling by the trash at first. We talked and he knew what I was going to say everytime. We where almost speaking telepathically thru our eye contact at some points when words got hard to say. He eventually got to a point where he admitted suicidal tendencies. I knew exactly what to say because I had seen this before. And when I was getting to high, he would fucking finish my sentences perfectly word for word what i was going to say and what was said in the dreams. He said it was boring being here for so long, connections not whole and truthful. He wanted out. I'll spare the personal details. But then he sent me on my way, I was terified. Nothing physically made me feel like I was going to die. But in my mind I was. I am not the most mentally sound guy sober even so I'm sure you can imagine. For no reason at all, I was drawn to one guy, at the front of the concert close to stage, alone. I almost blacked out and my body was walking me to the people I visited that night. Guess where he was standing, next to a trash can. I talked to him for 15 seconds, found out he traveled Hella far for this, I asked if he was escaping, he said no, I just looked at his soul, and he admitted yeah he was, i asked him why but in my mind I knew, for no reason at all, he didn't dress gay look gay or talk gay but God told me in my soul. He grew up against it all, very unaccepting of himself, and the same thing happened where I knew exactly what to say. Like god was speaking thru me or intruding me to a part of me I lost a long time ago. He admitted suicidal tendencies. The conversation was set up around me asking vague open ended questions and him applying exactly where he needed it. After that was over. I walked to the next guy, he was older than me but very similar. After another short talk I felt like I knew this man, and knew what he needed to hear. I told him about what was happening so far, about Jesus, I told this guy he had nothing wrong with him and I wasn't here to help him. Why? I told that was the only way to get him to admit it. I still don't know what IT is but he thanked me. I believe he wasn't suicidal but slipping into self destructive behaviors that would one day lead to somthing bad. To you my boy, I hope that mix tape comes out soon. The next guy, number 3, younger than me, was standing where? Next to a trash can. He dragged it from the back of the venue to the middle and was going to bring it to the front to stand on. He never made it tho, just standing in the middle of everything, alone. He was suicidal that's why the trash can was there, eveyone that was suical was next to the trash, its symbolic. Normally ill admit i dont think id talk to or accosiate with the loners especially hbagung out by trash. This taught me about myself. Number three This guy was just lost confused and hurting. Nothing I said connected and his thoughts and ideas got darker, until I admitted I was in a similar mental space and what I sometimes think, this hurt him. This guy cared about some random high guy he had known for 1 minutes at a concert more than himself. And that's when it hit him. A caring soul almost gone to soon. Thank you jesus. After this I had a really strong urge to go to the porta potties. Didn't need to piss tho. This guy walked out of one, almost lost him in the crowd. I talked to him for a few seconds, he told me he was here with the dude he was walking with, and his bro. I told him his bros name and he was shitting bricks. How'd I know that? His "bro" was guy number 2 at the front of the concert. I laughed and he started talking about how he has to find him, and that some guy was supposedly talking to him. I told him that that guy was me and nothing to be jealous of. I told him I knew they where gay and that it's much harder for his freind than him. I told him exactly where to find him. I don't have any other explanation than God to explain how I knew it was that one dude out of a crowd of thousands. I didn't dream of every second of this night. But of the main plot points yes. After another quick stop with a dude. He didn't say anything. I told him I love him, and that ik it dosent mean anything to him, and that he knows his reasons and his own thought process behind his actions and that he owes nothing to anyone. I don't know why I said that. I told him to reconnect with his mom. We stood there for about 10-15 seconds, silence and eye contact. He hugged me, said thank you mystery man. And we both tried not to cry. The final main part, and the last part of the night my dreams every got to. I talked to this older, 40s-50s y/o, man and I asked him how he was. He told me that I already know. I asked him where I was supposed to go next. He said, you don't remember? And when he said that I did remember. We both pointed to the medical tent. It was the end of what I had seen in my dreams, this is where they all ended. I was scared and the dying thoughts came back. I talked to the main dude in the tent and he was ofc wearing a cross necklace and gave me some good words. I remember the words vividly but i dont know what they mean yet, it was almost cryptic. Told me i was fine but asked if he could show a medical student somthing. All he asked her to do was check blood pressure. She seemed very nervous and new. Took awhile cause he had to show her but then she got more confidence. You got this girl, you'll make a great er nurse one day if you follow thru. I wandered out of the tent and right over to a girl sitting in the middle, where I met Jesus, and where I met number 3. She was so cool. I don't think I'm in love with her but i am in love with the idea of her. I realized there is so much more to life than what my little home town has to offer. She knew how to make me vulnerable and now that girl knows more about me than some of my close friends. Then we split. After it's all said and done. I truly belive Jesus was there for me that night. I had to get laced because I had to realize. I smoking and popping myself away and I have been for like 4 years. Number 2 taught me that drugs where a greedy, lustful experience. I truly never thoughts about it like that. That changed me. And I felt like everyone I talked to I saw a part of me in them, struggling similar struggles. But when I look back to what Jesus was telling me, he said the words I've been trying to say about me for years. I feel difrent today, a new version of me and i hope not to lose my way. Also I call him Jesus because when we where talking he let sum stuff slip. Also we where in a time loop, I asked him why, just "why" when I realized that. I didnt ask "why is time looping" just "why". He said he had to because we where running out of time but we hadnt said what all needs to be said. I asked if he was jesus and pretty much he said it without saying it.He said it's boring and that he feels redundant and power less. He can do small things for people, but he can't save the world. And that thousands of years gets boring. I didn't know what he meant by small things. Then when leaving, a girl was screaming about her car getting hit, who was waking away from the car? Jesus, I didn't see his face only his flannle and snap back walking the opposite direction. Then the girl stoped screaming when she got to her car, because somehow there was zero damage. Small thing to Jesus. But very nice to her. I keep wondering why me. Where my suicidal thoughts getting that bad? He had to come talk sence into me? Why did I have to help those people. Did I truly need to save them for a second chance at life? I think I overdosed and that was my second chance. If I just accepted and didn't help anyone he might have let me slip to the other side. Thank you Jesus. For whatever reason you came, and helped me. I'll admit. You not awsnering all my question made me irritated. But that taught me the faith. I have so many questions about that night, but I can't let those cloud my awsners I do have, because I have faith in those awsners. Has anyone experienced anything like this?