Playa Dreams

Mister Jellyfish Mister · Post by **Mister Jellyfish Mister** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:13 am

Visiting the Playa in your dreams? Post them here.

Mine was a jumble this morning. Drove my former convertible into a lake that appeared in the middle of I-80. Met Colin at his camp on Venus and went exploring. Drive-by INDOOR movie theater drove past us, complete with concession stand, velvet ropes, and sexy usher girls with pill box hats.

Colin dropped all of his candy on the sticky floor. I suggested he salvage only the wrapped pieces and we scoop the others into a separate moop bag. "Have you seen DougelDutch? I can't believe it has already been a year since the last Burning Man". Woke to my disspapointment that it has only been 2 months.

I refuse to play small at BM 2005.

gigglesnort · Post by **gigglesnort** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 10:03 am

Tisha becomes two, one with a smile and one with a wink, and they beckon toward the door; it stands alone gunslinger-on-the-beach style, and I open it onto a forest of grandmother trees, and there little girls singing ring around the rosy encircle a tall fire-haired goddess eating Krispy Kreme donuts, and beyond, hte woods are dotted with circus tents, and laughter rings out like birdsong, and I want to go see the circus, too! but when I move to step there is a gaping hole the size and shape of Arkansas. Then the cackle of ugly Despair is crushed by a falling house, and the good witch with a tinkly laugh hands me those flashy glasses of III, and when I put them on, I can see that I'm naked! And then she says, but that is the way to get home.

tonytohono · Post by **tonytohono** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 10:16 am

Does it have to be a sleep induced dream?

What if I am on the phone in the middle of the night and someone is telling me about their dream on the playa?

theCryptofishist · Post by **theCryptofishist** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 11:23 am

Gawd help me, I thought it would be a good idea to set up a haunted house on the playa and I was about to talk to theMuse to see if Spike's had any extra room.

gigglesnort · Post by **gigglesnort** » Tue Nov 09, 2004 5:14 am

Uh, how about an x-rated rabbit-hole dream starring Kristy Kreme and nipples(!)? CBA~lordamercy, those red pills (shhh!)

sonic · Post by **sonic** » Tue Nov 09, 2004 7:39 am

I haven't been dreaming about the playa exactly, but my playa boyfriend visits my dreams a lot. He was so fucking awesome.

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Thu Nov 11, 2004 11:31 am

i had a dream two nights ago that i was out in the middle of the desert....standing on a mountain peak and looking down into a valley....and in seconds i watched a city being built and burning down...and there was this big clock spinning around me...i dont know if it was about burningman...but i cant see whatelse would inspire such a dream...and the weirdest thing is that credits rolled at the end of it....

-Duke

gigglesnort · Post by **gigglesnort** » Wed Nov 17, 2004 6:47 am

I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my face for an hour now trying to process it, but I don't know. Burning man touches something deep inside me, a longing for home, a feeling of a place where I belong and magic happens. I know this is a reality I could create on my own if only I could remember how, and I catch glimpses of it in serendipitous moments in my life. But day to day, sitting alone here in front of my computer, dirty house, kids fighting, work piled up around me until I can't see over it, it's easy to forget and not see the magic. These things I feel have words I know, but hte words are like trying to describe the feeling of a sunset, hte magic of holding your newborn baby for the first time, walking to the moon. There is art, and magic, and serendipity there, I know this intellectually from reading but somehow knew intuitively before. People painted green, naked, wearing bunny suits, being silly, being dead serious, hte inside all turned out, spark of creation, gift of life, saving grace of mankind, my dream of Burning Man.

I've been interacting on hte computer with people who are connected to htis, know it intimately. It's strange to me to talk to strangers this way, and after a week of living a virtual reality (morning to night, I can't tear away from it, and I dream of it in my sleep; first thing I think of when I wake up, looking over my shoulder with regret as I go to bed). My definition of myself put to hte light, boundaries stretch, so many questions, not enough answers. It feels like Alice and the rabbit hole. It is powerful.

I've never chatted with people on boards before, always being wary of who is on the other end. But this has got me baring my soul, gifting it to strangers, wondering what that means. I am in love with burning man, and at the same time I feel so disconnected from it, wanting to belong, knowing I do, not knowing if I really do. fuck! I know you know what I mean.

cowboyangel · Post by **cowboyangel** » Wed Nov 17, 2004 9:11 am

welcome home sweet one!

gigglesnort · Post by **gigglesnort** » Wed Nov 17, 2004 9:14 am

Oh stop it, cowboy, yer gonna make me cry again.....where's the damn tissue box.....

satireDUN · Post by **satireDUN** » Mon Nov 22, 2004 3:15 pm

i had a dream that they decided to hold BM in a huge, arabian-nihgts style palace in the middle of the desert instead of the playa.

Dork · Post by **Dork** » Sun Dec 12, 2004 1:22 pm

I had a dream last night that I was getting ready to head home after the event and stopped to talk to a friend and admire the view first. In the dream, Burning Man was held next to a big cliff that you weren't supposed to go near, but I did anyway. The cliff, as it turned out, was made up of a bunch of mile-long mattresses stacked on end one next to the other, like a giant loaf of sliced bread. I was standing on the next to last slice when they started to fall down. I rode it all the way down and landed on top of them at the beach in SF, shaken and really wobbly but unharmed.

I woke up feeling like I wanted to do it again. I also hypothesized that the best way to survive such a thing happening in real life would be to start running down the mattress, because near the bottom it wouldn't be moving as fast when it hit the ground.

It didn't occur to me until just now that the mattresses probably crushed anything between BRC and Ocean Beach

Post by **AntiM** » Sun Dec 12, 2004 4:44 pm

Two nights ago I dreamt my larry and I were pedaleding our bike down the esplanade; it was evening and early in the week, so many people building camps and dancing and very few lights up yet. we stopped in an art installation that centered around a vat or kettle of water, like a pool surrounded by rocks, and there was a garden of shepherd's hooks of different sizes, from knee-high to seven or eight feet, around the water and scattered about. Hanging from each hook were several lengths of rusty chain with different shaped iron pieces on the ends, something like those tacky garden windchimes but rugged and old and misshapen. I had the feeling each shape symbolized something, communicated an idea. A memory garden, a reflection pond, but not so, very thematic.

I rarely dream the playa in such realistic detail. If I had the ability and the tools to weld, I might consider making the project I just dreamed.

BlueBirdPoof · Post by **BlueBirdPoof** » Mon Dec 13, 2004 9:17 am

Dang, and all I've dreamt is that I got so mad at the MrFishist that I threatened not to go.

cowboyangel · Post by **cowboyangel** » Tue Dec 14, 2004 5:07 pm

AntiM wrote:Two nights ago I dreamt my larry and I were pedaleding our bike down the esplanade; it was evening and early in the week, so many people building camps and dancing and very few lights up yet. we stopped in an art installation that centered around a vat or kettle of water, like a pool surrounded by rocks, and there was a garden of shepherd's hooks of different sizes, from knee-high to seven or eight feet, around the water and scattered about. Hanging from each hook were several lengths of rusty chain with different shaped iron pieces on the ends, something like those tacky garden windchimes but rugged and old and misshapen. I had the feeling each shape symbolized something, communicated an idea. A memory garden, a reflection pond, but not so, very thematic.

I rarely dream the playa in such realistic detail. If I had the ability and the tools to weld, I might consider making the project I just dreamed.

Do it Antimatter do it......