A piece of the ceiling fell on my head during a rather large rave in waterloo, london, whilst I was mixing..
For a moment, I just thought I had come up on some serious chemical cocktail (I was slightly trashed at the time, hedonistic days), but indeed it was a section of the ceiling, as some of my crew rushed over to check if I was ok.

I didn`t even drop the mix.
Ah, the good old days.