Oh man, just a couple of days ago I saw this thread and realized, shocked, that I hadn't dreamt of the playa in weeks. I'd been having near nightly dreams even as recently as a month ago and they were one of the best parts of falling asleep. Last night, though, I had my very first BM nightmare.
My camp mates and I were frantically trying to get out of Los Angeles shocked to realize that it was somehow Wednesday of burn week. It was dusk and traffic was hell and no one seemed to know why we were so late. Nothing was ready. My favorite outfit wasn't mended, in fact it wasn't even packed. I don't think our shade structure was updated, the project wasn't finished, and I don't think we had any beer or other critical supplies either. It was fucking awful. I woke up partway through it, drenched in sweat.
I went back to sleep and dreamt of the burn itself. Well, it was supposed to be the burn. There were weird rocky outcroppings between the camps and way fewer people. I think it was supposed to be the edge of the city. Everything was cold and awful and I still didn't have my fur vest. Fucking awful nightmare. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go prepare some...
ygmir wrote:Everyone loves you there, and no one cares a shit about you..........all at once. and vice versa.