I was at a music festival/traditional ceremony type event. Perhaps it was a gathering or perhaps more of a permanent community. There were lots of domes made of bent cedar bows, but unlike sweat lodge domes they were not covered with fabric of any kind, but heavily decorated with strings of coloured lights and other generally awesome things. The ambiance was calm and magical and accepting. Lots of people dressing just the way they want. Bare feet moving community members about with gentle grace.
A group of people were gathering in one particular dome and there was the sense that something was going to start soon.
Waiting for everyone who wants to join. Starting in a minute people. Anyone else want to join us? I did.
I was assuming a meditation or yoga process was about to be facilitated by this man who was ushering people into this one dome. But it was more than that, this lovely dude was dosing everyone with something like an lsd blotter. It was a piece of something that went on your tongue, and would dissolve a bit before being ingested. But the way he was talking about it made it obvious that it was something more traditional, part of a shamanic culture from another land.
There were pieces of advice this man was handing out along with the spiritual aid/ancient drug. He was trying to get us to work together with its magic. It was definitely a meditation. I was stoked on the idea.
I got all ready on the ground, cross legged. Squiggled about on my toosh to find the best spot. But not everyone was doing this. In fact the experience was being wasted. The full effect was not being realized. People got a bit buzzed and felt they had to talk or stand up. Some of the crowd never sat down in the first place, or even tried to meditate at all. The feeling of the intoxicant was now beginning to wear off because the journey was never truly started. We were just people getting high... and that was a little bit of a downer. Being buzzed in such a lovely environment was still awesome though.
The facilitator dude was into giving it another go, and was suggesting we make a deal that he will double the dose if we try our best to meditate. It was kind of like a classroom relationship at this point, with the guy being a cool teacher negotiating with his students.
I believe we did have another try of reaching nirvana or an out of body experience. Attempts to explore a spiritual connection to something that is so closely layered to our natural patterns that it is wonder why it seems so distant most of the time.
then it got kinda x-rated
The dream morphed entirely. Change of environments and people and emotions and energy. I was now in a super lusty headspace that reminded me of being a teenager, and had an aching hard-on. I was on a beach, in fact Wreak Beach if you know it, alone at first, but then met this crush of mine from work in real life, and she was in exactly the same mood about me. I was so excited that this girl wanted me, and we were going to great lengths trying to find a spot. People were everywhere. We ran around holding hands, desperately pulling each other to new environments. We eventually were jumping from place to place with these super long Super Mario jumps. We would be in the air for huge lengths of time, and on the descent we would have to steer ourselves towards places that were appropriate to land. We hardly landed though; rather it was more of a bounce-action.
A giant construction site that was composed of a deep hole in the ground with the first two basement levels almost complete provided an option for sexytime space. We did find a descent area, a room that was just concrete floor & walls with a work table and building supplies everywhere. Just as the lady and I were getting into the throws of passion, we began getting directive pointers from a lady in construction gear and a hardhat. She was a tough and sort of leathery skinned woman who was acting as the foreman of our sexy experience! Oddly enough I was not at all bothered by the woman, because she was directing us to get the job done, and get it done right!
"Were's your rubber then?" She barked. "Get you clothes off god damn-it! Here let me do it. Fuck!"
Alright, alright, I was thinking.
"This young thing probably wouldn't know the first thing to do if I wuddent here", the veteran woman stated , referring to my sexy co-worker. "Watch closely hun"... The foreman lady promptly popped a red condom in her mouth and (use your imagination) got it on me without delay. Strong lady, this foreman. She picked the girl up, spun here around and placed her down in the position she knew to be a good starter.
"Okay get at it then. That's reverse cowgirl if you were wondering there little lady" she concluded.
But then I must have mentally sabotaged my good (dream)fortune in some way because the girl's back was so horribly diseased-looking, like really bad. At least the foreman insisted on protection. Safety first on her job site! It was nice she didn't stick around and keep coaching, but honestly the magic was mostly lost at this point. In fact, I might have kind of missed her. Her gruff no-bullshit attitude was oddly comforting. And the back was so scary.