I have this recurrent nightmare where I arrive on the playa, look in the trunk of my car and, to my horror, instead of my usual Sparkle Pony essentials (makeup, glitter, blinky cowboy hat, orange feather boa, E, mylar hot pants, bead necklaces and gold cowboy boots) I find instead a lot of crap like rebar, several gallons of water, a head lamp, lots of freeze-dried, salty and nonperishable foodstuffs, goggles, a respirator, tenting equipment, a sleeping bag, pillows, earplugs, flashlights, tons of batteries, a fucking bike with BOTH a head lamp, red rear light AND El-wire on it, sunscreen, vinegar water in a spray bottle, lots of warm AND cold weather clothing and a bunch of useful, utilitarian gifts to give to total strangers.
I bolt up in bed shaking and in a cold sweat. It's awful.
"This that, I never got a letter back. More for me. Bless my soul"
-- Brian Eno