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.