Date: 11/20/2016
By sazman23
I dreamed Mick Jagger and I were friends. That he was a super loving guy. He, his manager and I hung out before and after his gig in Beacon. I didn't go to the venue. He told me the venue held 2-3,000 people. We spoke mostly of spirituality and personal things. It was also the end of the omega season, as always. Oh I was friends with a toddler. He was really smart and mature for his age. I had to pack up my place. It was a bigger place than other people at omega had. There was one woman who put Astro turf and xmas decorations along a dumpster. I had to put my garbage elsewhere. Oh then there was Dani from core Energetics. She was convinced I was gay. She called me fun. I wanted to punch her in the mouth. I ran around with such speed and stealth. I loved my body and all the things it could do but boy did I dread packing and had immense concerns as to how I'd socialize now that omega was over. For the latter, I remember deciding that I'll deepen my spiritual practice. That made me feel better.