Morning of July 8, 1972. Saturday.

I seem to be in an unknown area of town (Arcadia) or perhaps a bigger nearby town - though later, by the time my dream fades, it seems “right” that I had been in Chicago the whole time (however, at one point, a fictional “Long Pond, Chicago” is “known” as if Chicago was a state instead of a city). It is primarily part of a very large clothing store in an area where many other connected stores line the street. Inside the main building, which for some reason seems to be a part of Walgreens, but with sort of jewelry-store-like glass counters in most parts of the huge room, is a sort of “model” (but still at least twelve feet high or more) ziggurat near the center of the room that almost reaches the very high ceiling, made mostly of lead and iron and of mostly black, but with darker gray and red shades, with sparse truncated silvery ledges, though a bit more towards a more fuller square pyramid with steps (of about fifty-five degrees inclination but no more than that) all about the structure seemingly on all four sides. I later see the view from above. A deceased male of about thirty, in a black business suit, is in a casket-like structure directly connected to the inner area of the very top of the “ziggurat”. There seems to be a reason for this regarding the man being a manager of the stores or something along those lines. As I am looking at the scene from above and seeing myself in my physical form as I am in my “orb” form, I notice that I only get about halfway up the steps before my dream starts to lose cohesion. There is uncertainty in the purpose of the act of climbing to the top almost as if it may be a “mistake”. Coincidentally (or of possible subliminality relating to coaleseced memories), Walgreens was, according to one source, founded in Chicago in 1901, the year my father was born, though we had never lived in Chicago. I had no idea who the man was and I did not “get” any name by that point. The idea of “revival” comes to mind, but I cannot decide if it is relating to music or bringing someone (the business man) back to life somehow. In a “duller” dream a bit later in the morning (that seems slightly related), there is something about confusion over the name Irving and the act of carving (as in carving a tombstone or perhaps a totem pole). This sets off a “game-like” song about Washington Irving (the writer) and George Washington Carver (the scientist). Vaguely, somewhat uncomfortably, I am trying to force myself to “remember” what the fictional act of “irving something” (such as wood or stone) means. It may be a type of carving, but with thinner layers, I reason.

Additional historical notes (added in April 2014): “Concert 10 was a rock concert at Pocono International Raceway in Long Pond, Pennsylvania on July 8 and 9 of 1972. The event attracted an estimated 200,000 people who were met with cold inclement weather, replete with rain and mud. The general atmosphere of the concert was compared to the Woodstock Festival of 1969. Concert 10 represented a successful revival of the American summer rock festival after the repeated failure of U.S. festivals during the previous two years.”

“Concert production was handled by Concert 10, Inc. First time concert producers Irving Reiss, vice president of the Candygram Company…”