Last night I had a dream that Jake Wilson was driving us in a truck to his house to go hangout with William Douglas Carmack. I sat outside the truck on the back letting my hair whip around in the wind. We stopped at a rest stop, my mother joined in along walking with us and down these train tracks. While walking we ran into some Pagan ladies, before I left one gave me 100$ and her phone number 666-878-0303. I tell her, if I was pagan I would call myself Virgo or ---, couldn't remember the name in the dream either. We walked about 9 miles before getting on a train, Jake was the conductor. After driving for a while we stopped at another rest stop - when getting ready to leave, I guess I was lagging behind, they decided to walk back without me. On my way out of the rest stop, I passed gas in front of these black people and they looked at me funny so I said that I had eaten eggs and that the made me gassy, so "What are you looking at?" Walking back down the train tracks, I knew I was going to have to cross the train tracks over this giant waterfall again, which is when I wake up.
Traveling on trains with artists and pagans