Last night I dreamed again about a festival. This time it was at Elicker's Grove, but we had been there for five or six years, we were up to six thousand people and they were expanding it so we could come back, because we had to go elsewhere for room.
In the beginning, it was very hectic. Things were crazy, there was a fire in the second pavilion, which later became a swimming pool in front of Rich and the horse farm. The bands were connected to surge protectors which kept touching an outlet and catching fire. But the band was good. It ended up being a DJ. I remember a guy introduced himself to me and was surprised I didn't know who he was, the talent. Then they were on stage and they were pretty good. Then the fire happened, and I was like "Whats that smell?" I disovered it and blew it out but it happened again. That was the most real part of the whole dream. Then I was up by the first (real) pavilion. This was late at night, like 3-4am. And Tanay was coming out of her house and we looked down and the second pavilion was blown over and almost blowing into disappearing. But she didn't care. We went down there and it was a pool. And everyone was swimming. There was a point in this one where the sun was coming up and Gary or Wesley was surprised. Then I showed Tanay what we were doing, we were building slides around the second stage in which to make the pool surround it, so that there was a little pool in the back. To do that, I had to move some trains and tracks, which I did bare handed I think. So we did that, and it was a beautiful day by now. Time is relatively linear in this dream.
Then I woke up and it was 10 am.
When I went back to sleep, me and a bunch of people who were in a hotel were getting everything out of the grove/hotel and packing it in cars and getting on the road. It was already about four on a saturday or sunday, but the front desk said we could hang till we got all our stuff. The first car left and called about an hour later off of route 80 to tell us there was a traffic stop to stash anything and that it would take a long time. So I found a computer and reworked our way home.
That's about all I remember. Another festival, but a really good one. Successful in a lot of ways. Too crazy, but Tanay didn't mind, so, whatever I guess.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Shaman Convention, 9/23
I dreamed I was at s Shaman Convention with a lot of shamans that were supposed to teach me stuff. This was after watching David Wilcox, which I think is bullshit. I was only shown one thing that made any sense. I was shown how to get out of a bind. I shook my left hand very hard and then did something, than spun around 15 times. It was fun I guess. Otherwise, I didn't learned anything, and walked around wasting my time for the most part. I could barely sleep too, maybe that's why I didn't learn anything.
Wilcox has some interesting thngs, but most of it doesn't teach me too much.
ps. I remember asking someone after seeing there high socks what year it was, "1989?". They said, "1979!" And I said, "Even better." There was also a couple, a large kind of arrogant dude with a sad inner temperment. His wife/girlfriend and I kept messing around while walking around and stuff. I guess I was bored. When I'm bored in my dreams I always try to have sex. She wouldn't have sex with me though, which is typical. But at the end before I woke up, he was pissed. Cornered me in a room, and then confronted me with what he got off of her. I corroborated most of her story except that we had made out once before I hung out with him and her a little bit. Obviously, I couldn't be sure of that since dream time isn't sure. He got mad and when she walked back into the room, held a knife to her throat. I followed with a sword. I could have chopped his head off before he hurt her if I used zen, but my legs got slow, like my jeans tightened to the point of I couldn't walk. So I just woke up.
Wilcox has some interesting thngs, but most of it doesn't teach me too much.
ps. I remember asking someone after seeing there high socks what year it was, "1989?". They said, "1979!" And I said, "Even better." There was also a couple, a large kind of arrogant dude with a sad inner temperment. His wife/girlfriend and I kept messing around while walking around and stuff. I guess I was bored. When I'm bored in my dreams I always try to have sex. She wouldn't have sex with me though, which is typical. But at the end before I woke up, he was pissed. Cornered me in a room, and then confronted me with what he got off of her. I corroborated most of her story except that we had made out once before I hung out with him and her a little bit. Obviously, I couldn't be sure of that since dream time isn't sure. He got mad and when she walked back into the room, held a knife to her throat. I followed with a sword. I could have chopped his head off before he hurt her if I used zen, but my legs got slow, like my jeans tightened to the point of I couldn't walk. So I just woke up.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
9/21 and 9/22
On 9/21 I dreamed that I did another festival. I always dream I am creating festivals now. Festivals that go extremely well. Festivals where everyone has fun. Festivals, festivals, festivals. This time, I dreamed I was in charge of another festival in Colorado, I think. Boulder is the feeling I got.
But this festival didn't feel so good. This festival was a mess. With people not doing what they were supposed to, wasting lots of time, and generally making it not run very smoothly. I was freaking out and my new friend Andrew Brunt was there, and I commented to him, "This dream doesn't feel like my other festival dreams. It feels different. And difficult. And its somewhere else." That somewhere I believe is Boulder. It felt like I was going to do this new festival when I woke up at some time. Sometime, I am meant to do this festival...And it will take a toll on me.
9/22 I slept and dreamed of being in a club in NYC? I think. I was there and I don't remember lots of this, but I looked up and on the wall was a 3-D image, like those guitar picks, of a poster or posting of an upcoming show. I didn't realize this was a dream at all and I wanted to see who was playing when. It was STS9 and they were playing soon. And I tried really hard to remember where. I thought it was Maine. I looked on there website and this new years they are playing in CO. They are also playing in CT at one point and that's about as close as they get to Maine. I am supposed to go to there concerts.
Then, I started to dream of doing a massive art project, once I realized people could walk through the air. I did a beautiful version of Romeo and Juliet, completely in water, like a syncronized swimming, with all the audience floating above. It was a massive project. Then I oversaw my brother's massive theater project, probably Weseley. And then, all my siblings were of a supreme intelligence. They were manipulative. They were geniuses. And we all wanted to fall in love. Eventually, the spot where I had the play and probably a festival at one time! became like a resort. A disney world of sorts. And they put me on a very high tower, overlooking all of this land that I had helped add my mark too. I think I might have married. Or I was alone, but I could see and feel my siblings as they attempted to get people to love them. But I was left alone.
But this festival didn't feel so good. This festival was a mess. With people not doing what they were supposed to, wasting lots of time, and generally making it not run very smoothly. I was freaking out and my new friend Andrew Brunt was there, and I commented to him, "This dream doesn't feel like my other festival dreams. It feels different. And difficult. And its somewhere else." That somewhere I believe is Boulder. It felt like I was going to do this new festival when I woke up at some time. Sometime, I am meant to do this festival...And it will take a toll on me.
9/22 I slept and dreamed of being in a club in NYC? I think. I was there and I don't remember lots of this, but I looked up and on the wall was a 3-D image, like those guitar picks, of a poster or posting of an upcoming show. I didn't realize this was a dream at all and I wanted to see who was playing when. It was STS9 and they were playing soon. And I tried really hard to remember where. I thought it was Maine. I looked on there website and this new years they are playing in CO. They are also playing in CT at one point and that's about as close as they get to Maine. I am supposed to go to there concerts.
Then, I started to dream of doing a massive art project, once I realized people could walk through the air. I did a beautiful version of Romeo and Juliet, completely in water, like a syncronized swimming, with all the audience floating above. It was a massive project. Then I oversaw my brother's massive theater project, probably Weseley. And then, all my siblings were of a supreme intelligence. They were manipulative. They were geniuses. And we all wanted to fall in love. Eventually, the spot where I had the play and probably a festival at one time! became like a resort. A disney world of sorts. And they put me on a very high tower, overlooking all of this land that I had helped add my mark too. I think I might have married. Or I was alone, but I could see and feel my siblings as they attempted to get people to love them. But I was left alone.
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