This is the most beautiful forest I've ever seen. Canopies reach with mushrooming caps of branching blossoming green life bursting towards the sky. There are houses being built. I run into a man tripping. He says the Californian something something has saved him, and eats an inedible plant. I say it looks no good to eat. His friends say, no, it's perfectly fine. They're passing through with drums, but a phone number is written on my hand. I'm with some of my neighbors and housemates & two strangers including a strange asian woman.
We're coming from some guy's house- he has servants who make an abundance of food, which we eat or don't eat. I get in three fights this night. Two with a friend about waste, about the wasted food that no one is eating, and then another fight with two girls who are utterly passed out in this party.
I wake them up, afraid that they might die, overdose, be raped, etc... they are ungrateful as I rouse them and call me a creep. I jump into a pool outside and rant my head off... what is going on in the world??? I want to help, I don't want to hurt, and for this I feel victimized? it seems unjust.
I was taken to this party in a red limo. One of the strangers I mentioned, I remember, I went to a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club concert & met him there. I do not like or dislike him- he plays an archetype in this dream that I don't fully understand. As do so many of you. . .
There are some other strange aspects to this dream. The party I'm in, where I find the passed out girl, is drunken feeling like a scene out of Twin Peaks. In the room with the food and servants, people are sitting in chairs being waited on as they play video games with each other. Such indulgences. . .
The high point was leaving the house into the enchanted forest. So beautiful, so totally beautiful, I'll carry that picture with me always