I was in a small movie theater, the kind where artsy films might be shown on a university campus. I was waiting for the movie to start and people were gathering. They were waiting to start the movie until enough people got there. I remember looking behind me where the seats were almost empty and seeing Morgan Freeman sitting there. The movie was something very psychedelic. My friends kept coming in, and eventually there was a bunch of girls there who were all friends. Michaela, MaryJane, Lyric, Briz, Mira, Jocelyn, Sami, Rachel Mandala and a few others. They all stood up to greet each other and I remember feeling a little left out... not sure why cause I could have got up to go say hi to everyone as well, but I didn't, I just stayed in my seat.
Then Michaela turned to me and said that they had a surprise for me. All this amazing women had decided to make short artsy erotic films, each one a solo piece and were gonna show them for me (even though there were many other people, about 60 or so) in the theater. They one by one showed the films, most of which I can't really remember, and when each woman's film was showing she would stand right next to me and then there was one at then end with several of the ladies together. Rachel made two, she said "One for you and one for Michaela." None of them were overtly sexual, more like artsy and nude. The last one had something to do with sprinkling sugar on each other. Michaela was in the last one but didn't have a solo piece, which I remember thinking was strange. She directed the whole project though so it did make a bit of sense.
Then the actual movie started. There were oompa loompas spraying LSD into doorways along a narrow cobbled street and the doors turned into crazy morphing eye balls/mouths with psychedelic tentacles, morphing into crystals, morphing into plants, morphing into everything very quickly. They were singing a song while they sprayed the LSD into the doors of each house.
I woke up briefly after that opening scene and my waking stopped the movie, I remember thinking, "dang! I wanted to see what happened in that movie!". When I closed my eyes again the movie was done but folks were sitting in the movie theater. Stan was there and he started sketching out a drawing on the floor of the theater in front of the screen and started coloring it with crayons. I went into the lobby of the theater, which was a mirror image of the theater with no movie screen, but still had stair stepped levels with a row of seats on each level, small still though, only about 10 or 15 rows.
There was some kind of interactive art going on the the lobby as well. I walked over to the restrooms to wait for Michaela. She came out totally naked and said, "Ok, let's go". We walked outside and were on a University campus with a huge field and pond and big hill going up to some red brick buildings. She didn't seem to mind that she was naked but I decided to walk behind her with my hands on her breasts, even though her crotch was still exposed. We were laughing and giggling about how silly this looked when this guy came flying out of the sky and landed on the ground with a box of breakfast cereal. He had a really crazy look in his eyes and got up and started walking up the hill, looking around, side to side, in a jerky and suspicious manner. This campus security guard walked up to him and threatened to arrest him, looked in his cereal box and saw that there were buds mixed in with the cereal. Then the crazy guy said you can't arrest me, and the other cop asked why. The crazy guy just looked at him and the cop realized that the crazy guy was actually a cop too, undercover and planted to start trouble. He said, "Shoot! We're always trying to arrest each other!" and Michaela and I walked past this scene up the hill to our car.
I had this dream the night before going to BM. I think that the sexuality and art in the dream is definitely reflective of the energy that is building even now as I type this, on the playa and the sense of anticipation for leaving this evening.
The cops arresting each other came from an episode of Democracy Now I was listening to where there were talking about this horrible Informer program that NYPD set up after 9/11 to plant provocateurs in Muslim communities and supply money and materials to get people to carry out lone wolf terrorist operations.