Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/10/2019
By victim#six
I had just arrived, in a suv or truck, to a music festival with a few friends, which in reality takes place in a few days, where we set up our area. There were lots of people in the same area, camping neighbors if you will. We were all getting to know one another while setting up. I sat on a log with my friend, Ben(whom I haven’t seen in a year) lit up a joint, took a few hits then handed it to me. I took a deep drag, held, exhaled before getting a half of another hit in when I realized that there were two cops sitting on a log about 15 feet in front of me while another was walking up a hill toward us. I buried the weed in my lungs and tried to vigorously rub the joint on the backside of the log to, obviously, destroy the evidence. As I did this I focused on making the situation stop and also not even exist. When I was done rubbing the joint the cops were gone. I wandered around the festival paying no mention to the music(I found it not to my taste) but had a great time seeing old friends I haven’t seen in years, even many acquaintances, while making new ones. I ended up back at the campsite where I began to see the entire universe made up of sacred geometry (Platonic solids). I saw that chance and will are intertwined and I saw the shapes like dice that we cast, that with proper understanding and will can we better influence how the dice land. I could see the shapes that built everything and each of the sides of certain shapes had certain colors that signified what the outcome would be. They were so real and close I felt like I could blow on them to tip them in my favor. I went into our camping area which has now become a cabin. There are friends everywhere listening to music, hanging out. There were more people than furniture so it was basically a ‘cuddle puddle.’ We lay together, joking and laughing, getting to know our neighbors. I bonded with a girl I’ve never met. She wasn’t particularly pretty and had very short hair. We were laying feet to head and as her head rolled to the side, I propped her head slightly, making a foot pillow. She leaned into it and got comfortable and I knew we had a bond(because who wants to sleep on a strangers foot?). We then appeared on the other side of the room and were watching a documentary of some kind where three high school age looking kids where practicing magic but one of them seemed to be getting more lost in it. Around this time I realized that I had less than twenty minutes before I had to be at work. My friend, Terry, offered to drive me back but before he did he game me a hug and game me a raspberry on the neck and it tickled really bad and then I woke up. I won’t be attending the actual festival but I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did.