[ WP ] You discover time travel and travel to the summer of 2500 . You find yourself in the middle of a music festival .

I awoke from my teleportation coma to the familiar refrain that haunts every music festival: `` Shoulda seen Woodstock, man. I ’ m telling you, that shit was crazy.'' I raised my head on and saw the goodtime preacher and his congregation: all unwashed and unshaven, blind drunk, possibly high and obnoxiously loud. 
 
 The leader's second in command lowered his ray bans and pointed at me like the first monkey to discover shit-flinging. `` Holy hell bro, did you guys just see that? Dude just appeared outta thin air. Do that again man, my bros did n't see the first time.'' 
 
 The blazing sun stung my eyes. I began to sway, my head aching, my throat as dry as the Colorado Desert. Colorado Desert? I could feel the unmistakable heat, the smell of crap and the din of a full sized hippie commune. I put the pieces together. 
 
 `` Do n't tell me I ’ m at fucking Coachella'' I howled. The nausea from travelling was too much: I fell over and began vomiting profusely on my teleportation suit. 
 
 `` Dude, what are you on?'' queried the preacher. `` Cause you could n't like, help a brother out, could you?'' He smirked as he asked this, but he extended a hand to help me up. Examining him and his friends, they all looked like normal college frat guys. I finally felt relieved. If I was in Coachella, then I had successfully discovered teleportation. But Coachella was n't happening when I teleported… 
 
 I groaned. `` God, what year is it?'' 
 
 My bro friend was incredulous. `` Dude, are you serious. Man, you are tripping like fuck right now. It ’ s Coachella, 2500.'' 
 
 He was having me on. He must have been. `` But your clothes?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Yeah, it ’ s the new hipster line from Hollister'' he told me a grin on his face. 
 
 I could feel the bass thumping in the background. 
 
 `` But that's Nicki Minaj'' I told him. 
 
 `` Well obviously we ’ re going to start the day with some classical music'' the second in command informed me. 
 
 `` Of course'' I responded meekly. I sat on the ground and gazed at the cerulean sky. It was the same peaceful and content sky I had always known. I was reassured that at least I had that. But the sky flickered, and for a second everything was grey with smog. 
 
 `` Shit, I hate it when the projector does that'' sulked the second in command. 
 
 The leader regarded me curiously. `` Where are you from, man?'' he asked me. 
 
 `` About 500 years in the past'' I responded. This garnered some mild nods of approval amongst his disciples. 
 
 `` Ever go to Woodstock?'' he asked. 

