Rachel Strickland and I were exploring in a maze of homes on the edge of a canyon, finding the best place to hang an astrological chart (like the large cardboard one I made with Kelly Phipps in Asheville), though this one was more collective and had pasted colored paper indicating our birth data at the top along with maybe a couple others... (?)
She was wearing a white t-shirt over a white long-sleeve shirt, and on the t-shirt there was an indigo triangular design that looked like a cross between a hindu chakra mandala and a kaballistic magical sigil. All I remember of the words on it was "OM," though I have om mani padme om sneaking into the back of my intuitive memory.
At one point we were standing to the side of a street, and a large group of horses began slowly walking by, unharnessed but guided by a lead horse and rider. They all wore exotic costumes, from elaborate gowns and dresses to finely cut tunics and suits. I particularly noticed certain horses that were a deep firehouse red, from their coat through to elaborate braids they wore in their hair. At certain moments, it seemed that some horses were talking to each other; then I noticed lipstick and makeup on the females as well! I have a subtle memory that some of them became (or just were) centaurs.
We followed them up the street, and found a huge line of costumed people coming out of a restaurant behind what looked like a valet guy or ticket man. He was assigning certain horses to a few people, and Rachel noted a sign that said "Free Consideration." We didn't stop walking.
Later we ran into a friend of mine named Chad Vandenberg, a tall and slim Jedi/Magi who is clearly Andromedan, and self-aware of it. He was reminded of doing magic with us in a place called "CB's Space," and in my dream memory it happened to be in Red River New Mexico (where I grew up) near one of my first homes there (Number One High Street). I remembered it was either on the deck or under the deck at a cabin across this small field from the place where I used to live, though that cabin doesn't exist in the waking world. He agreed that it was there, and I pressed for details, but he seemed to assume we already knew them. I had a feeling we did, but I couldn't remember what we had done exactly.
We were hanging out with him in a similar place, like the deck of a cabin, and watching something unfold below, though I'm not sure what that was. Then I woke up.
