Saturday, July 19, 2008

Dreams about Burning Man

For me they all have the same nightmarish theme... This morning I awoke with the most palpable dread, with my heart sinking in my chest as I realized (in my dream) that I arrived at the Reno Airport and I had forgotten to check my luggage and I wouldn't have anything to camp with, or worse even still, to wear at Burning Man!!!

Too funny. I'm so used to the dreams I now wake up and say to myself immediately, its only a dream...it didn't really happen. It's gonna be OK, there's still time.

This may sound extremely silly to some people, but if there is one thing that comes into play at Burning Man it's survival, if you're not prepared you could have a rotten time or worse yet, die. And if you don't have the proper fashions, well, my opinion is, why bother!?

Am I being mellow dramatic!? No, there is a reason the tickets say that the Burning Man Organization is not responsible for death or bodily injury.

Oh, that just made me think of one of my favorite art cars from 2003, it had swings on it and they would spin slowly (like a whirling dervish ride) and you had to run along side it and jump on a swing while it was moving. I guess you could wait 'til it stopped, but where's the fun in that!? My pal Jimmoi nearly tore his finger off on that one. Luckily he survived with no blood having been spilled, just pulled it badly. I gotta see if I got a pic of that somewhere.

Anyhoo, it is serious and I totally crack myself up with the crazy dreams I have of being unprepared. I've already had about 5 of them this year not including the one this morning. I would've thought that by now, in my 5th year of attending, this anxiety would decrease but it doesn't. I guess for me that's part of the fun; the challenge of the whole trip. The camping, the dealing with food and water and the whole survival aspect of it. Luckily, I have a killer tribe of people I camp with called Homeslice who have established a pretty darn cushy place to camp.

I also have a tremendously generous and wonderful friend named Reno Sassy who stores most of my gear in her shed! I couldn't do it without that. Thank you Sassy!

Well, that's it for now. If you got this far, thanks for stopping by.
-MP

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