Bring a bandana as a dust- and sunblock. Scope out the perimeter. Find and exploit weaknesses in the unmonitored miles of fencing. Be in good shape to jump; bend knees when you land. Then get ready to walk...all weekend long. And after all that trouble and excitement...end up at the front entrance gates? WTH?
(Well, it's a good way to avoid the steep parking fees, we guess, if you guys don't mind parking your mom's car somewhere where it might get towed and where you can't access it to camp, which is required because where will you sleep overnight when the curfews are imposed as one part of the polo field is closed at night until the next day, and you have to sneak in all over again?)
What it's really like inside: Dusty walking
Notice all of the WALKING everyone is doing? That's what "Coachella" is -- walking, waiting in line, and paying through the nose after you arrive.
Anyway, Plan B: Play dumb. It's not like these people get paid that much, so sometimes they just don't care that much. Just walk through. And when stopped, questioned, or caught, RUN! Blend in. Getting in for free is impossible. It's not happening, and neither is this: