I'm gonna try to quickly paraphrase my own Disney Experience:
I'll leave out the totally terrible stuff but I was with my girlfriend (at the time) and a dealer friend of hers. She flipped out after "It's a Small World" started crying watching babies play in the water jet fountains and the pinnacle of all my drug induced fears was realized when the park was closing (over at Epcot) and her friend and I were watching the fiber-optics in the sidewalk in front of Innoventions. We both look up at the same time and realize she's gone. He hands me all the fuckin' trip toys we had bought and trys to go find her in the thousands of people that are leaving the park en masse. So I'm standing on one of the stone benches hold a lightsaber lookin' thingie and a bunch of glow-braclets and necklaces, idly playing with them as a scan the crowd for them to return. FINALLY, he comes back with her where I learn that the last thing she heard the two of us say was that we needed to go to the bathroom and I guess she didn't notice that we had stopped to look at the sidewalk....
However! There was one occasion that day that I will remember fondly. We were sitting somewhere between Canada and the rest of the park, taking a breather from the heat, when all of a sudden, here comes a group of very colorful and spiky haired individuals just groovin' down the lane. My two compatriots, not trying to hide the fact we were drug-induced, go "Whoa" loud enough for them to here as they passed by us. One of them stops in mid-stride turns his head like a robot and puts his arms out, stopping the procession. They look over at the three of us....
Now I must explain, this happened a number of years ago. I was WAY out of high school and my friends were seniors. I was in my dark/gothy stage and they fancied themselves a couple of smurfs. There was already friction going on between the three of us (not to mention the tension of the smurf/goth feud that seemed to play out throughout the day). Goth kids, as a generalization, do not like raver kids. They're diametrically opposed to each other if you think about it. My viewpoint of ravers that day mirrored that sentiment. Also to note, it was the first Gay Day during the 3 parks for one price deal...
Continuing......
They look over at the three of us....
They start walking over. "Oh fuck" They start looking us over. You know the way. One of them had bright green spiky hair and he offered me his strawberry smoothie and we started talking. One of the girls had a really cool backpack and they all were so peppy and friendly. It was amazing. I was connecting with people I never met and would more than likely never have even considered talking to but because of the fact that we all shared a current state of consciousness, it was like we could be cool about it. Anyway they took off and I ended up spending the rest of the day looking for that head of green hair. Once at the tram, we saw them way ahead of us getting off of the tram and I guess the people that had been in the tram with them were freaked out by them because Greenie threw himself at the window and made faces at them as the tram was leaving the station. He ran beside it for as long as the platform would allow. I lost it for half an hour laughing my ass off! That day my opinion of ravers changed forever.... Then I tried X.
The moral of the story?
When going to the Magic Kingdom make sure you have a backup plan if you get separated. Establish meeting places for certain times of the day. (i.e., everyone meet "here" at noon, everyone meet "here" at 6, etc.) You don't want to be the asshole holding all the toys while trying to disguise how flipped you are from thousands of people. As A result of this, I now have an irrational fear of doing drugs in public that I need to get over if I ever want to take my current girl to Disney with Uncle 'Cid.....