I walk down the winding dirt trail from the forested hillside toward the flat expanse of the Playa, coming across an octagonal metal platform ten feet up with arching claws extending twice as high surrounding it. Climbing up, I feel a martial flow emerging, and begin moving through forms in Tai Chi and Aikido, then accelerate, weaving into Shaolin animal forms and more elaborate acrobatic styles of Wu Shu and Mugen Tenshin.
I feel the spacetime fabric beginning to flex around me, stretching time in certain whips and spins, and end up in a single handed stand. Time seems to stop, and I twist my arm, twirling my body. It feels like I'm turning the whole platform or planet beneath me, and then I push off and fly high into the air. As I soar higher, head and hand still pointed down toward the ground, legs extended like a helicopter, I reach a point where I suddenly consider that I am far too high to land safely. My consciousness breaks open, and I become lucid, realizing that I am in complete control of my flight and landing.
Flipping downward, I land perfectly, maintaining some Lucidity as I explore this Dreamworld landscape of pseudo Burning Man and other Festivals converging...
Earlier in the dream, I am in a cabin on a wooded hillside that is like a sports complex, complete with pool tables, ping-pong, workout rooms, etc. Everyone is busy doing physical exercises in playful ways, but I'm feeling dissatisfied with all these games, and decide to leave and find somewhere I can do some movement arts.
Outside, I follow a trail through along a hillside with massive trees, small sprinklers wetting my face and leaving rivulets of water flowing down the path. There are camps running into the trees, some looking like beautiful elven temples, others like strange circus sideshows. In my mind, I'm at Burning Man, but this area is on a mountainside above the Playa itself.
Eventually I come to a clearing where the path winds down like a snake toward the playa below. I see a large metal octagonal structure. Other people are walking up and down the path as I head toward it...
Later in the dream after awakening at one point during my lucidity, I am driving through a cityscape looking for a place where I ate dinner early on in my dream adventures. I remember it is like a restaurant strip in any city, and I'm looking for the right turn left on the road I'm on that will take me to it. It is still like the playa at Burning Man in the landscape around me, though there are many permanent buildings and structures.
I come to the end of the road, and I think this last road on the left is the right one. There is construction equipment all around. As I turn, driving Ka's van, a woman jumps out in front of the van and flags me down. I open the window, and attempt to decipher her mutterings to me while she's talking on the phone to someone else.
She is trying to hand me a key and some safety pins, and fumbles as she hands them to me so that the key drops to the ground. I have to get out of the van to find the key amidst playa dust and mud. She is walking away, talking on the phone, and as I find the key, I catch up to her asking what I'm supposed to do with it. She mutters that I need to take it to Shasta.
After waiting for her to turn her attention from the phone call for a minute, I explain that I'm not going to Shasta, and she looks very confused. I hand her back the key, and she nods.
Turning back to the van (which has now grown into a bus similar to the one we are building an art car from this year), I see that a group of people have gathered to push it out of the road, because it's blocking the way. I run over and jump in the now rolling bus, starting it up and beginning to drive. I see Justice trying to catch up in the mirror, and slow down enough for him to jump on the outside of the door, where there is a little standing step.
I notice that the road ahead goes into a strange square tunnel with spinning spikes and crushing machinery. I wave at him to get inside, as I realize he's going to get pummeled by the crazy equipment. Then I realize that the tunnel is probably going to smash the entire vehicle. Hurriedly, I start backing up, dodging logs that are being lowered into the strange tunnel to be shredded.
Suddenly I'm no longer in the van, and climbing up a hillside away from the tunnel. The ground is covered in cut grasses and hay, and flies are swarming everywhere. This is not where I want to be, so I wake up.