It's becoming impossible to distinguish dreams from reality. I've dreamt that:
My friends and I sailed across the desert in a giant space pirate ship, traveling from one amazing nightclub to another all night long. Then we sailed off into the horizon to meet the sun, and eventually went back to camp where someone made us chocolate chip pancakes.
I ran into $teven Ra$pa at the fabric store. After exchanging hello's, we talked about different projects that each sounded impossibly amazing.
I helped put on a good-sized party a short distance from the temple, and some of my favorite artists showed up to play. The most amazing art cars paraded by all through the night. Every time I gave the slightest thought to being hungry or thirsty, someone was there to offer up the perfect food or drink. When the sun rose, someone brought a small kitchen out from their camp and made everyone pancakes.
I saw this giant shiny metal rocketship on the waterfront. It looked something like a children's toy or something out of a 1950's science fiction movie, but had to be at least 30 feet tall.
One of my campmates had a crazy idea of making pizza on the playa. Not only did she want pizza on the playa, but the kind you'd get from her favorite pizza places. She'd never worked in a restaurant or the food service industry before, but through sheer force of will she figured out what to do and how to get a 450 pound brick pizza oven to the playa and serve over 100 pizzas to friends, neighbors, and random hungry strangers. She even managed to get pizza boxes, and one of those insulation bags that delivery drivers use so when she wanted to deliver pizza to art cars on the open playa, they'd still be hot.
I saw Larry wearing a very regal looking cape, like he was some sort of king. No crown though, just his trademark hat. He looked quite posh.
There was this giant flower… and a big pink ferris wheel… and a crazy steampunk octopus… and a dalek… and a trojan horse… it just goes on. [edited to add: all those things were real]