I was in my old jeep driving through the country. I arrive at a mountain and climb a short steep carved out spot that leads to a plateau. The view is priceless. There are many people around me, all of which people i know. The place looks far into the distance, catching other mountains of blue, red, purple, and yellow in their gaze. This is my spot.
I get back into my car and drive home, the gauges are not functioning on my dash but i know i still have gas to get to where i need. Faith will get me there. I arrive on a sidewalk with my roommate, we enter a bar and talk lightly with the bartender. One of the bartenders is a friend and serves us. I only have five dollars to spend, he says don't worry about it. I order a mixed drink and then a beer. As i sip on the beer i realize it is the most amazing beer i have ever tasted. We make small talk and then decide to go to another place. There are two more places to drink next to ours. There is a line on the sidewalk to get into the next place and a woman explains the entry process. You have to wait and then run quickly down the sidewalk and turn in a circle and then proceed inside. As i watch these people do this it looks incredibly silly. I decide to keep walking and peer inside as i pass. The place is a single large room with all the lights on and people dancing wildly.
I get past and now i am in a big room that looks like a gym. Except there are people performing acrobatics and amazing feats like a circus instead of working out. A pillar is being worked on in the middle and later i notice that it is lockers for people that are regulars or had gained elite access to those spots. I leave this place and walk back down the sidewalk. The large well lit room i had previously seen full of people was empty. The other bar was closed up as well.
Suddenly i am back at the base of the mountain. I climb up the steps and admire the amazing location. I realize now that this must be a power spot. Such a magnificent view, i feel very comfortable. I talk with a woman about something, i believe a poem is stated. I eventually glide down the steep step like cliff with no fear of injury and drive back. Again the dials are not functioning and this time i am drinking a fat tire. As i finish the beer i am in a classroom. The woman i had just told the poem to is there, and remarked on how beautiful of a poem it was. I stated that it was not my doing but the beers, that i was just the tool.