Coming back from deep dream this morning what I could retain was me listening in somehow on two friends the Tea Faerie and Dusty chillaxing at the burningman. Seemed to be daylightish in some kind of partially open to the sun shaded area, the tone was mostly white, Dusty and the Tea Faerie being the color in the space. They were deep in conversation complementing one-another on their style. Dusty a fashionista from San Fran and NYC who knows fashion from saks5 to street was telling the tea Faerie she was like the embodiment of the internet, as if the internet took form in a being maybe avatar like she was what it would look like if it had to adapt to the burningman environment. The Tea Faerie a fantastical being if spirit, color, innocence, intelligence and imagination wrapped into a small lady that shines like rainbows was blowing some smoke back Dusty's way somehow lifting her energy with intelligent witty love filled responses to the Dusty's adoration of her. Was a beautiful exchange to be with weather I was a fly on the wall or chilling with them in my current form I'm not sure, my ears and eyes were on them though. Much more but during reentry thinking about holding the dream almost made it slip-away faster.