Our plans for the weekend is a free festival of peace, we start the day with coffee, pot, and some phantom dust.
Walking down the sidewalk together his footing begins to wobble though mine is solid and sober. Packing the essentials, poi, snacks, and a tent, nothing can go wrong. Driving on the highway i start to feel a bit woozy, i rush to park the car in what seems to be the last spot available. My phone is missing, I run around the block looking for my lost communication device only to find it inside my car. We grab what we packed and go find a nice spot on top of a hill next to a couple of hoop slanging gypsies.
Setting up our high tech tent was simply magic as if it popped out assembled. While the gypsies next to us had this pbc structure with a hand-sewn type canopy, they were struggling to stretch the fabric to the structures ends so we assisted them. Talking with the gypsies It was as if i've met them before, though knew i had not.
Swarms of people had massed around and in the crowd i had entered into my own head lost in a sea of thoughts. Hoopers and Dancers were spinning around me trying to open a portal to exit the subconscious state i had entered. I could see my thoughts influencing the looks on peoples faces as they glance and glare into my eyes. I can also hear the words of my mind broadcasting through the speakers, "Don't Let him fully realize his control, it could be disastrous" more words spoke to me through the mouths of others surrounding me, "You shouldn't be displaying (this power) in public"
I can feel an almost an inbreed attitude as though people are choosing sides influenced through deceit and indoctrination, families and friends are becoming blurred, generic, similar, normal, lacking individuality. It feels like things are set in motion and in the moment there is very little methodology for influence other than creative thinking.
Gradually i leave my head and i am lucid of my surroundings again, not in the sense of knowing i am dreaming but the classic definition of having vivid awareness. My friends are all gathered about dancing and laughing, we are waiting for one more of our friends to arrive, when she does we start performing a poi routine between three of us. It almost felt as though there was a puppeteer pulling strings and juggling, synchronizing us together.
Out of nowhere, I look up at the calm clear blue mid-day sky and I see a jagged red and yellow shape out of place, almost like a rip/tear in the sky. I am a bit confused at first and then i realize/interpret it as an explosion (it must be). These yellow and red explosions begin to spread throughout the sky and the mood in the park changes to fear and chaos. Bombs and explosions fill the sky, panic erupts, people start running in every direction. There seems to be no escape, the explosions are surrounding us, people are yelling "its 9/11 all over again!" "world trade center!" "take cover!" out of desperation people are flooding trees trying to find some safety in the barren park.
In the midst of all this chaos i am trying to keep sight of all my friends, i grab the hand of one and yell for the others to head for the river "it isn't very far" "get to the water" in hope that it could give us some protection. Still holding the hand of a female companion, and with the others in my sights, I advance towards the river.
I wake with my eyes closed, wondering if i should keep them shut and return to the dream to retrieve the rest of my friends from the dooms day.