Preface: My Yiayia (Greek for Grandma) was born and raised in the hillsides outside of Delphi. To dream in Delphi was very exciting for me.

I had a bag full of vapors from Delphi (the sacred, hallucinogenic smoke that rose from the fields and inspired the Oracle at Delphi). There were also alchemical devises, implements, and beakers in my bag. I looked down at my bag (I was packing or checking it) and it was full of strange machinery and substances. All that stuff was mine, and was illegal for me to have. It was illegal for anyone but the high priests to have the power to administer the vapors. That I had them was a huge offense according to the church, but it felt like it was my role to bootleg it.

I was at the Epidaurus amphitheater in Greece. The environment I was in was a variation on the ampitheater, where aspects of the sacred circle that John and I built were in play in the environment as well. For instance, in order for the excellent acoustics to exist, pillars had to be in place in a circle around the center of the stage. It was a small circle, very close to if not the same size as the sacred circle we set up at Photosynthesis.

I was frightened, as my bag was completely full of illegal stuff and we weren't supposed to be there in the first place. I knew it was a matter of time before the village authorities would realize that there wasn't meant to be a performance and come and take us off the stage. Thats what I thought was likely to happen, anyway. At that point it was likely that they would search us, and thats where I thought the big trouble would come in. The contents of my bag were grounds for execution, I think.

I was with a performance troup, a comedy act or something like that. I know that part of our repertoire was being funny while talking. Anyways, the whole performance group was on stage messing around. We weren't allowed to be up there at the time, and certainly were not allowed to touch anything. It seems like the stage was some kind of wrap around aquarium or moat.

I nudged a pillar (I think it was me, I am unclear as to who caused the original sin in this case) and pretty much all of the pillars started to fall over. The whole troop watched it in slow motion, and then darted around with heavy use of reflexes trying to catch the pillars as they fell and put them upright. As we flew from pillar to pillar, we talked amongst ourselves. With the pillars down, our voices didn't carry. As we started to put them back up, our voices and anything else happening within the circle could be heard. Our voices started to be projected to the whole ampitheater, and people started to gather thinking we were starting a performance or were already in the midst of performance and they just weren't supposed to be able to tell yet.

Most of the performance group remained and as the crowd grew large. They decided to just go into their performance routine and see what happened. A huge crowd started to be seated in the amphitheater on the limestone steps. I took off off the stage once the pillars were set, knowing that I was the one with the bag full of kryptonite and should get it to relative safety.

A bell sounded and the entire villager crowd that was gathered immediately dispersed as it was time to get back to work, or go do something that they were not supposed to play hooky from (maybe mid day prayer or something?). I remember considering if people were going to leave evidence of our impromptu performance. I was watching my back, for sure. I think it was at this point that I did the check to see how bad it would be if someone found my backpack.

I had the sensation upon awakening that I was only remembering a small fragment of my dream. It was exciting to dream in Greece, and heightened my resolve to visit Greece soon. In fact, it led to the planning of a trip to Greece next year, wherein I will actually be visiting the sites in Greece I mention above. Thank you, dream!

Wow! I just looked up Delphi, and some ruins there look almost exactly like the ampitheater looked in my dream. I assumed that I was at the Epidaurus theater in my dream because I had just seen it the night before. I figured the differences (the presence of pillars and the position of the stage in relation to the audience) were just my imagination having it's fun with my memory. Upon checking out the included photo of these ruins, it feels like I may have actually been there all along. Its very wild to me how much this ruin looks like the scene of my dream.