Dream 9-19-10: Futuristic Superhero Dream

I remember being at some sort of sporting event in a stadium like a baseball game or something. I’m with Emily way at the top in the nosebleed seats… and i see something weird floating in the sky. Looks like an underwater camera rig sort of… surrounded by a cage made of painted blue round metal tubing… mandrel-bent on all corners… it’s floating by as if it were buoyant and underwater or like some sort of U.F.O. I point to it and ask Emily if she sees it but the volume of my voice or the fact that she doesn’t see my hand causes her to look in ever direction but up. She sees my hand and turns in that direction just moments after it disappears behind a building.

Then, from even higher in the sky… i see a blue metal railing like the the cage around that device… only this one looks like the kind of those lavender railing you would see at light-rail stations on K street in Sacramento… FALLING from the sky, tumbling end-over-end, and coming right toward us. i holler at people to take cover but it just misses the stadium and falls outside of it… i don’t remember hearing it hit the ground but i start running down the steps to see if anyone got hurt.. at that point i hear the name “Larry David” come from the loudspeakers and i see the actor, Larry David, riding that blue flying rig like a mechanical bull… as it clatters and sparks across the ground like one of those hovering bikes from inside the giant building on that movie, Akira… reminds me very much of the way those things would crash.

This is a “COMMERCIAL?” i ask Emily, realizing that this was an ad for the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm.

“Yeah”, she said, “Commercials are getting very involved these days.”

Next thing i know I’m at my mother’s house. Stewart, my godparents’ son who died from pneumonia 15 years ago is house-sitting and sleeping in my mom’s bed. My mother was staying next door at another neighbor’s house (ironically one that she doesn’t like)… They have been watching over her while I’ve been gone. I go there with Emily to try to pick her up and take her home. “Mom…” I say as a shake her arm, “time to get up! I have to take you home!”

“I’m going to stay here…. ONE more week!” she announced sleepily but playfully.

“Did you ASK them if you could stay? You have to ask first.” i tell her and i head to the front room to ask, while Emily stays behind to talk some sense into her.

Upon entering the living room, i realize how long it’s been since I’ve been here. The occupants of the house are getting old and their hair is silvery-gray. The linoleum has been replaced with linoleum that seems to have exactly the same pattern, but is translucent and there are green lights under the floor that seem to be very deeply buried when i walk. By that i mean that the perspective makes it so that the light source stays in front of you while you walk. They tell me that they just turned them on, and that this effect will go away as the bulbs warm up.

The woman of the house, Carolyn, is looking down an itemized list of my mom’s medical expenses and says that she is concerned. She points to a line item highlighted in yellow and asks what it is. I tell her that it’s the bill from the masseuse that the doctor recommended who was not covered by her insurance. That seems to put her at ease.

I go back to the room where my mom was and both her and Emily are gone. I wander out to the garage and there is a futuristic van of some kind parked there… doors on at least 3 sides of it… full to the brim with computers, musical equipment, tools, and god knows what else. Seems like some sort of high tech mobile repair truck. My mother is inside it, poking the keys on one of the midi keyboards.

“I thought i heard Elvis” She says.

“Get the hell outta there! stop touching things!” i say and we head back to her house next door. At this point I’m carrying a bag of bongs for some reason and I’m trying to hide them under T shirts so that people don’t see what i’m carrying.

We get back to the house and things have changed. There is a 4-person team of super heroes or something. Very strange looking. Two of them are very tall, very obese men in red and blue horizontal striped shirts and propeller-hats… like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. The team leader is a tall muscular African American guy and there is also this nondescript white lady. They are super geniuses. They are showing me a device that they made that looks like a flashlight but the handle looks like 3 long cylindrical batteries held together by packing tape. ON the side is a switch with about 2 inches of travel… and on the tape next to it is a label that reads “Planck Width.” When they threw the switch, fundamental forces of the universe would start to bend and metal objects from all around the neighborhood were drawn to the tip of the flashlight. It is unclear if the device was manipulating electro-magnetism, gravity, or both…. but all these objects were flying in through the windows and stacking up on the end of this device.

Everything these people would make, looked aesthetically similar. They were electronic components held together with matte-brown packing tape, with labels written on them in black pen. I get the feeling that the van in the garage next door is their mobile command station or laboratory. Suddenly this person in a high-tech metal suit of some kind materializes in the hallway and begins fighting with the team leader guy. He sort of “unfolds” from a single point in mid-air… very reminiscent of the smiths from the Matrix… but instead of transforming from other people, there were sort of unfolding, dimensionally, from points in the air. The fight is pretty brutal. Something about their suits makes them very strong.

I decide it’s time to bail on the house and i find myself driving north up Freeport blvd in Sacramento… on that stretch between pocket road and florin. Except that there is farmland to the left… an irrigation ditch where the center-divide should be, and hundreds of cars parked perpendicularly, facing the ditch. I slow down and park to see what all the commotion is about. There are emergency vehicles and bystanders trying to offer help. I see more of these blue-framed metal objects submerged in the ditch, just below the surface of the water. I jog down the road to find someone who looks official, so i can ask what happened and if i can help. There is a man on a bulldozer. I try to flag him down and he tells me “there are elevators stuck under the water.”

“How did they get there?” i wonder but he is already driving off. I run back the other way and see a guy in a hard hat yelling into a walkie-talkie… “I need to locate tractor-team leader NOW!” he shouts.

“Hey is there something i can do to help?” I ask.

“Have you seen tractor-team leader?” he responds after barking more orders into the radio.

“Is that him?” I point to the guy on the bulldozer who is several hundred feet from us now, and dragging what appears to be half of a carcass of a giant rat under the bulldozer.

“I don’t know…” the man replies. “Can you go find out?”

“Sure i say” but before i can run in that direction, a hail of bullets blisters the dirt road in front of me, causing red bursts against the ground as they hit, and sounding like machine gun fire. I run a zig-zagging course and come to a sliding stop behind a parked car. Seems like I’m on the wrong side for this so at the next available moment i run to get behind another car, on the south side of it. The bullets are still not stopping and i am amazed to not be dead already. That’s when i notice that more of these armored agents are appearing out of thin air and attacking us. One of them is standing in the middle of the road with this giant futuristic machine gun and spraying it in long bursts straight up in the air… which accounts for these bullets seeming to be coming from the sky.

I run back to the house… and right upon entering the hallway another agent appears right behind me and jumps on my back…wrestling me to the ground. Somehow i get the upper hand and i yank this guy out of his suit… he looks like an inflatable doll… not a person. I start thrashing him against the walls…. and then i wake up.

Dream 9-09-10: Ayahuasca Journey

Damn… i forgot to post this dream from a few weeks ago. Luckily i typed it all up right after i woke up. This could easily be the most amazing dream experience i’ve ever had. There are years of memories in here that i lost, but the things that i remember are amazing enough….

I think it started somewhere in elk grove where there was this motorcycle cop with a metal jaw that was falling off or something… this is the haziest part… i had to go find something I think. anyway i end up in the jungle… felt like Peru but the trees seemed decidedly “norcal”… authorities were coming and i had to hide this DMT or Ayahuasca which kept shape-shifting into a leather bound book-of-secrets or something… which is an interesting metaphor. I end up sliding down this slope of leaves on the forest floor and the bag/book is at the bottom. I cover it up with my body and suddenly this family of pygmy camels comes and curls up next to me… drawn to the bag/book/thing.

i enter this cabin where i am followed by a person. I have the bag (now definitely fees like a bag) in my pocket and he seems to not have any idea that i have it. He goes to the door at some point to go get another person (this is all very non-threatening) and i quickly stash the bag in a black file cabinet… top drawer… i find the key in lock on the bottom drawer and use it to lock both drawers real fast (but i can see the top drawer is bent and the latch is probably not going to work) … stash the key in my pocket.

People enter this cabin. it’s night time now. I recognize some of them as my friend Jay Schneider (and old-money dude who went with us to burning man in 06) and some guy named john who i recognized in my dream but not now. Also a strange old Asian dude dressed kinda like the actor, Victor Wong in the golden child. and a few other men and women. Looks like a travel group of some kind. They’re all kinda dressed like this but not as red as in the golden child. more earthy colored burlap and what not. I give people hugs and I’m amazed to run into them down here.

Next thing I know I’m sitting under the stars outside the cabin with cliff who asks me if i remember this conversation we had the first time we did acid, in which he saw a diagram of the structure of an atom and claimed to suddenly understand “how it all worked.” I told him I remembered. He pointed up to the stars and told me to imagine a bunch of concentric circles that rotated in alternating directions and I could suddenly see this in the sky… then he drew these big figure eights in the air with his hand and all these orange sparks followed his hands… he said something like “it goes left like this… then right like this….” and was creating stars and somehow I understood this.

I touch his arm and tell him to be quiet because people are coming. I see in the distance another cabin with people in it. I assume that they’re other people on vacation. a man holding a lantern approaches. as he gets closer I see that he’s a tree-person. Not like the Asian dude you see on TV but he looks like part oak tree or something… he’s Jay’s nephew. We go up and talk to him and marvel over his skin. He says “yeah people keep telling me it’s warts or something but I’m not like that guy on TV.” We go to another part of the cabin and there is a man sitting there who is half kiln. By that I mean he’s a fucking human kiln. He’s too big to move and he has a fire burning inside of him and there is pottery all around him. I grab a piece of pottery and ask him if a piece of his body breaks off can he just fire a new one and graft it back on? He says no, he cannot but he can make me anything I want.

Next thing I remember I’m on a boat, floating down a river and the Asian guy from the cabin is with us. it’s just me, him and Emily now. He is teaching us how to use these blow-guns that shoot little hardened metal arrowheads that are cone shaped but double sided. about the size of the sharpened end of a pencil but with a shaft in between that is probably 1/8″ long… Emily and i start discussing the shape when the Asian guy catches one out of the air that was being shot at us. We look up to see who is shooting and the Asian guy says “pay attention.” I look out at the water and see that it’s a small monkey floating down the river, with a blowgun. I marvel at this fucking monkey.

Suddenly the river is full of boats… canoes… rowboats maybe… definitely not inflatables. There are people in these boats from what looks like every time period. I see a woman who looks like Cleopatra… people from ancient Rome… people from India… you can tell by their faces that they’re not all from this century or locale. I am told that this is a kissing festival and i see people leaning over boats to kiss their neighbors. Not like a make-out party… but just a light ceremonial kind of kiss. There is the sound of legions of people all singing the same song which sounds very Indian. The river is so full it feels like the Ganges River or something during a pilgrimage. The sky is overcast and everything has a white/gold aura… I get the strongest feeling of bliss like this is heaven or something. I intuitively know that neither Emily nor I can or will be jealous about this because it’s very not sexual. We paddle closer to a boat with the roman people.

I fall overboard and swim up the boat but the Romans have been replaced with Hindi folks. I try to hold onto the side but people push me down under the water. I’m not upset about it because it’s very playful. I decide to swim lower to look at the bottoms of the boats and then swim sideways for a bit before surfacing. When i surface i am totally separated from my boat. I am not worried though because I feel like when i get where we’re going, it will be easy to find Emily and whoever else. We drift for a while. I am in total awe of the spectacle.

The next thing i remember I’m in this house and I’m telling some strange girl that “i’m sorry we never got together but please understand that I was going through a really difficult time back then and the fact that you’re a shape-shifter was just too much to deal with”… she is angry and doesn’t seem to understand… I spend a while trying to explain myself.

a LOT of stuff happened here that i just cannot remember, but the next thing I know I’m back in the cabin… daytime… total silence. the dreamy quality in the air is gone. no more sparks in the sky… no more strange outfits… no more white/gold glows or auras. I think I’m alone. No idea how I got there. I wander around looking for clues. Everything is dusty. The floor is made of 2x4s and there is a rocking chair in one corner of this room. Suddenly the Asian dude walks in. I ask him what the hell happened and he tells me “you did some suicidal kind of act but you’ll be ok.” I’m disturbed and confused by this. “Suicide?” I ask… “Why would i do that?”… He says “you were under the influence… it’ll be ok. You’re back now”… I’m still confused. “Under the influence of what?”… He replies “DMT of course.”

That’s when my head explodes. not literally… but that’s when I put it all together. the hazy part I just mentioned where a LOT of stuff happened seriously spanned YEARS… at the time it felt like I had lived an entire LIFE and suddenly came back to this cabin where it all started. It dawns on me in waves… that the Asian man was a shaman… that we were all in the forest here on an Ayahuasca journey and that jay was part of my travel group. I am utterly floored. I check my pants to make sure i didn’t piss myself. I remember Terrence McKenna saying that the only danger of DMT is the possibility of being overwhelmed by astonishment. I start running around looking for my digital audio recorder so I can record these memories before they fade away but I remember the I never brought it with me on the trip. So i start looking for a pen and paper and I’m absolutely bawling from the sheer beauty of everything I have seen. It’s all just too much. I get back to the front room and there’s the whole group and they all want to hear my story. I try to collect myself and get my notepad out and right as I begin to tell the tale…

I wake up in bed. I’ve only been asleep for 4 hours. I am TOTALLY FUCKING FLOORED. my head feels weird and I’m farty and I feel like I’m going to throw up. now I’m remembering Terrence McKenna saying that if you’ve ever done DMT, then one day you will have a dream in which you do DMT and you will have a full blown experience right there in your dream… in this case it would be a full blown Ayahuasca journey but this is way different than what I experienced on Ayahuasca. but the time dilation fits the bill. That’s when I remember that I have my digital audio recorder now and I run to grab it and I spend 25 minutes or so telling the tale.

Teeth Falling Out

Here is something i thought was absolutely weird.

At Burning Man ’05, on my third night of sleep, I had a dream that my teeth were coming loose… at the end of the dream I watched my father die right in front of me in a rite-aid.

In “The Techno Pagan Octopus Messiah” ( www.amazon.com/Techno-Pag…/0953327515 ) author ian Winn wrote that he stayed with a shaman and had a dream that his teeth were falling out… when he asked the shaman what it meant, he was told “it means that your father has died”

A few chapters later, he went to Burning Man for the first time… He was also there in 05 giving lectures. I tried (and failed) to attend one of them.

This year, on my 2nd night of sleep at Burning Man, i dreamed again that my teeth were falling out… On burn night I ran into Nice Jason and he told me that he had the same dream the night before.

What is the connection between Burning Man and this teeth dream? How is it that I watched my father die in my dream, just as the shaman interpreted for Ian Winn? Why did the dream return 2 years later on the playa again? And why did Jason have this dream too?

Giant Rats

To the best of my recollection, last night’s dream started with me hanging out with a bunch of people on the front porch of someone’s house… I remember Emily, Mo, and Mike being there… I had invented some kind of rubik’s puzzle-like-device that contained deep political satire… it was an american flag w/ the stars made of some kind of anti-establishment buttons (the kind of button you pin to your clothes and wear) and when you folded it just right it turned into something significant… I don’t see, at this point, how the device worked but I was pretty impressed with myself in the dream and i ran into the house to grab it to show everyone.

When I got into the bedroom where it was kept, I started rummaging around for it on the floor. There was so much junk laying everywhere that I started throwing it all on the bed in hopes that it’d find the flag. But everything i threw up in the air stayed in the air. I grabbed some books and held them above the bed and let go… and they wouldn’t fall… i began to move objects around with my mind… moving them this way and that… i was confused… thought i might be hallucinating and ran a test or two to see if i was imagining my telekinetic abilities but, as is the case with intense hallucination, there was too much overlap with reality and i could not tell.

i went back outside and people were getting ready to go on a hike with a shaman… he looked like your typical indiginous south american shaman, dressed in dark colors but i remember distinctly a bright flash of red on him somewhere… like a headband or something…

I followed him, along with two other people … one calm thin guy and one portly guy who was way too excitable… we made our way down this forest path to a bend in the road where there was a stone bird-bath. The shaman pulled out his staff and for a second i thought maybe i should run back home and grab my staff too but we had come too far already.

He began some kind of ceremony, using the bird-bath in front of him as some kind of mixing bowl or offering bowl. The excitable portly guy hid behind me and held onto my shoulders… yammering at me about what the shaman was doing and whether or not we should stick around. I told him i needed my personal space and that he was being too clingy… also he was preventing me from observing the ceremony. He kept clinging all over me and I finally snapped and said “DUDE…. i like you and everything … you’re a nice guy … but for real … I’m going to punch you if you don’t give me a little breathing room.”

He backed away and i turned my attention back to the bird-bath… and the shaman was gone! Vanished. Inside the bird-bath was some kind of thick reddish liquid and two meaty-looking rats were fighting in it… The skinny guy shouted “RATS!!!” and I turned to see him being attacked by several rats on the ground. I started kicking at the ones that were trying to crawl up my legs but before long they began to outnumber me. I started running down the path… deeper into the woods. One of them bit me on the left hand and I flung him off into the trees. I looked behind me and to my shock there were now HUGE rats chasing me… about the size of german shepards… dark and demonic like something out of “the dark crystal”

I ran up to the front door of a cottage and burst through… “RATS!!!” I shouted. The people in the cottage started laughing at me… There was brown/white field mouse in the hallway and they pointed at it… “like that one?”

“NO!” i exclaimed… “BIG rats! like dogs!” They wouldn’t stop laughing so I ran down the hall, past the little mouse and out the back door…

I came to a dirt road on the coast… slightly slanted uphill, with a rock wall to my left and large egg-shaped rocks on my right, arranged several feet apart and in straight line, like a fence all the way down the road as far as i could see… on the other side of this wall of rocks was a mild slope, and then a beach… the ocean, skies and rocks were dark gray and everything felt dismal.

It appeared that I had lost the rats so I walked up this path and after a few minute I felt this thundering vibration… I looked out between two giant rocks into the surf and there was the most monstrous rat I have ever seen… about the size of a dinosaur, lumbering slowly, ankle-deep in the water… it had blood from it’s last meal all over it’s chin and it’s thick fur was matted and dirty… wet from the ocean water.

I took a step back and the sound of the rocks shifting beneath my feet caught it’s attention. it turned to look for me and I tried to hid behind the rock. It’s enormous head came peeking around the corner, it’s notrils flaring, trying to catch my scent. I scuttled around the other side of the rock like a squirril on a tree… trying to move as silently as possible. I was absolutely terrified. i thought to myself “This is how i’m going to die… I’m going to be eaten by this monster of a rat… right here… right now.” I looked back down the path and there were 2 more of these monstrocities approaching.

Panic. Desperation. Then, suddenly, I was somebody else. i was a different person entirely… in an upstairs apartment far away from that hellish beach and hanging around a group of people… I jumped up and told them “Steve is in serious trouble. We have to go rescue him. Do we have any weapons?”

“We have that gun over there.” someone said and pointed at a 50 caibur rifle… while seeming like a great choice, I also realized i had no idea how to use it.

“Ok what else do we have?” I asked…

“Swords… we have those swords in the closet.”

Not bad, I thought… better for close-range combat with those giant rats.. I pulled four swords out of the closet… one bent… one rusty… one made of wood… and one without a handle. I unsheathed the rusty one and there was another sheath… a paper one like the kind kitchen knives come packaged in. I pulled it off and there was another one. and another. and another. and another. “Crap,” I thought, “by the time i get to the blade it’s going to be the size of steak-knife… this won’t do at all.”

The only two people who were willing to help me rescue “steve” were my parents… they weren’t “steve’s” parents… they were two people I’d never seen. They ran downstairs to get the car ready and I (whoever i was) tried to grab my laptop that was sitting on the front porch and put it in the apartment before locking up… I was stopped by a landlord-type-guy who was furious and yelling at me about something. I told him that I didn’t have time and we’d have to talk later. I almost dropped the laptop off the railing but managed to get it inside. I locked the door and ran downstairs where my parents were waiting for me in a blue volkswagen beetle (the old kind)

This is about when I woke up… panting and sweating… I laid back and contemplated the meaning of the dream for a while… I still have no interpretation but in retrospect it feels a lot like the shaman transported me to “the underworld”… a dark place full of dark creatures and i wonder if somehow my soul had gotten stuck there. Who was this person I had become who was going to come rescue my soul and return it to the real world? What is the significance of my telekinesis? I was on the verge of going lucid but never quite made it… then i was whisked away into the woods to be transported into another world. Also… they say if you see an animal 3 times (or from 3 different angles) while in a trance it means that is your spirit animal. I have had one experience in the past where, in a vision, I followed a furry animal down a burrow and thought maybe that was my spirit animal… could it have been a rat? Does your spirit animal ever try to attack you? Because i DID see these giant rats in a group of three… maybe they wouldn’t have eaten me… maybe i shouldn’t have run.

i dunno… anyone got any insight?

Spider Dreams

Last night’s dream started off really scary… i was dreaming that i was laying in bed trying to fall asleep (so the transition was flawless and i was convinced that i was still awake) when a spider bit my pinky toe. i yelped and kicked for a second and then checked out the bite… it was swelling up like a blood-blister… so i squeezed the blood out. A few minutes later i squeezed it again a ribbon of puss came out… followed by a COMPLETE SPIDER AND A BUNCH OF SPIDER EGGS!

“aw shit son… this is BAD!” I said and that’s when i felt another bite…. on my right nut. I won’t get into the gross detail but it didn’t take long before I realized i needed to be DRIVEN to a hospital so i called one of my best friends, Joe to pick me up.

He arrived in an 83 280zx 2+2 with his girl and their daughter… They’re helping me out the front door of my house and i reach down to check the ol’ testes again and … whaddaya know… they’re back to normal. i check the toe… back to normal… that’s when i realized i was dreaming…

the funny thing is i told them i forgot something and went back to my room to figure out how to tell them “sorry to wake you up and drag you over here… it turns out i’m dreaming…”

Spider eggs in your toe… not so hot. Spider eggs in your right testicle… straight-up WRONG.

I don’t remember what happened directly after that but by the end of the dream i was mashing in reverse-gear in a BMW 325i with 6 miliion dollars in the trunk and some guy with a flat-top shooting at me.

I would have gotten away too if the BMW didn’t suddenly morph into a Segway with a dying battery.

Oh and one more piece of advice… if you are ever hiding from a villain in a factory where concrete is being poured into molds… do NOT hide IN the concrete with a plastic straw in your mouth to breathe through… i know this sounds terribly obvious but you’d be surprised the lengths you’ll go to when you’re being chased by a man with a gun who wants your share of the loot.

A New Tornado Dream

For years I was plagued with tornado dreams… always representing the unknown… and in these dreams I was always running away from them… hiding behind or inside symbols of security. I have become certain that these dreams signify my fear of the unknown.

The last big one i had was the night before my first Ayahuasca ritual… since embarking on the voyage i was having a tornado dream almost every night… and finally, the night before the big plunge, I took a deep breath and jumped into the thing… and inside; peace… calm… and the dreams ended right then and there.

A few years later when I was going through some romantic turmoil the dream came back a handful of times… only in the new version the tornados were somehow darker (like made out of flames… or there would be several of them and a city in ruin) and i would be frantically searching for my ex as the funnel-clouds were bringing about the end of the world as we know it… but I could never find her. Clearly a future without her was frightening… but these dreams ended when the pipe-dream of us getting back together (or even being good for each other) finally ended.

Now, a few years later, I had my first tornado dream in a long time… last friday night…. only now things have changed. in this dream i was in a car with 3 other people (can’t remember exactly who) and we were chasing the tail of a tornado down farm-roads in what felt like Wilton or something. The tornado was splitting into smaller ones and re-merging sometimes to form larger ones… but it/they were brilliant tunnels of light with electrcity bouncing around inside them… The above pic is the closest thing i could find that captures the feeling… to be honest it looked most like the wormholes that jodi foster was tunneling through on Contact…

Anyway the point is… for the first time that i can remember… the tornado was not a negative thing… and i was not afraid of it at all… i was mesmerized by the beauty of it and not only was i following it but I was bringing friends with me to chase the thing together.

This all seems very positive to me. =)

Here’s to uncertain futures and to exploring them together.

Wilderbeats 06 and More Wild Dreaming

Well that was one of the highlights of my year thus far. Wilderbeats 06 turned out to be more than a party… marking some sort of a “circle of completion” or catharsis for many of us. For me, it was the 1 year anniversary of my first solo gig and the 1 year anniversary of meeting many of my favorite people on earth… my burning man family… Returning to this secluded Forest Hill location turned out to be very special. I was especially touched that people planned the hours of operation for the Bloody Cake ‘n’ Bacon camp so that they would not miss my 1:30 set. Amazing friends i tell you. And let me tell you what i learned about cake and bacon…. mmmmm-MMMMMM BITCH!!! THAT’S what I learned!!! That was seriously the tastiest fucking combination… EVER.

I’m serious.

Just like at Burning Man I was plauged by crazy dreams at night. After drinking it up and helping set up camp on Friday night I fell asleep and dreamed that I was at the party but going through many anxiety-based-scenarios… not the least of which was falling down and tearing my shirt… bloodying up my torso… the kind of rough-ass dream that you wake up from 3 times throughout the night in a sweat…

When I woke up the first time I swear i was in the middle of monster anxiety attack. Why does travelling always induce this kind of dreaming for me? I think it’s weird that at Burning Man I had a dream that my father was dying right in front of me in a rite-aid and now, almost a year later, I come home from this camping trip full of heavy dreams and find out my father is going into surgery on wednesday because he may have cancer of the bladder or something… they’re not sure yet… Fan-fucking-tastic… 

There have always been weird synchronicities surrounding the idea of my father dying. When I was in Peru on my Ayahuasca journey I had a dream one night that I saw my father die and then my teeth starting falling out… just sorta getting loose at the roots at first…  NOT a fun dream to have… Well after Burning Man i picked up a book called Breaking Open the Head by Daniel Pinchbeck. In one chapter Daniel is staying with a shaman just like I was and had a dream that his teeth were falling out. When asked what it could mean the shaman replied “ah this dream means that your father has died.”

Of course my father hasn’t croaked yet but the ring of synchronicity there is just bizarre… how about the fact that Daniel Pinchbeck himself was hosting a few lectures AT Burning Man last year… the very day after I had the rite-aid father-dying dream. If I had thought of it then I would’ve gone to talk to him about it but i hadn’t seen the connection there yet…

well anyhow….

Wilderbeats was rocking fucking times… I’m sorry to do injustice to it by tangenting off into my dreams there because if i could give Wilderbeats the blog entry it deserves it would be a montage of beautiful people… vibrating trees… writhing dancers… clapping butt-cheeks… exploding taste buds… broken sunglasses… dildos and antlers…. highway debauchery… growling beasts in bushes… sunsets on mars… rattle-bears with sharks for hands… submarine dogs with propeller tails…. snakes in front of liquor stores… screaming teary-eyed vixens and He-Man wearing cop sunglasses and a fanny pack.

But I can’t do all that so here’s some pictures instead:

my heart was last seen here

Cake and Bacon… together at last (tecate optional)

be good to the help… or they will hit you with a dildo in your sleep

Dirt can’t resist the taste sensation that is Mo-Mary
(Mo’s special Bloody Mary recipe) 

Morgan and I discussing the logistics of getting faded in the early AM.

I still don’t understand how two Hosa cables went bad on me in one
weekend… see that yellow connector hanging off my mixer? That’s a
fucking playstation RCA cable i carry in my bag that I always
knew would come in handy.

Swami O-My-Gami

you would not guess from this picture that these two bastards are invincible

Show us your game face bitches!!!!