Last night was tedious dreaming. I dreamed I was going to a show, it was supposed to be the greatest thing ever. 3-D imaging, live performances, interaction.... It sounded amazing. I was in a very crowded theater but was lucky enough to have seats in the second row. It had a very party atmosphere, there were people everywhere. Drinking, laughing, flirting; just a general happy vibe. I was seated in between a guy who I guess was supposed to be G but didn't look like him and I didn't want to kick him in the balls. On my right was a kid, I think it was supposed to be Logan because I had a motherly way with him.
The show started and it was amazing. There were so many things going on, it kept flipping like showing a movie on the screen then going to a ringmaster of sorts who would invite out some sort of act. It was like a circus but more like a raucous Rocky Horror setting. I was mesmerized by things I saw on the giant screen, I can't remember exactly what they were but it was fantastic.
Our seats went back, it was like we were all laying on our backs. I kept my feet in my seat, scrunched up which made me feel even more like a roller coaster effect. I knew we weren't laid back that far but it felt like there was no gravity, but at the same time gravity holding us down. It was a weird sensation. The screen was projected overhead and we were given a warning sign that the next section, with test audiences, had a rating of like 2.5 on the nausea scale. So you might want to take out small children or those prone to motion sickness. It was intense. It was like one of those 'rides' they have where you climb into a big pod and you watch this movie. There are the sounds all around you, the chairs move and the whole pod waves around and lurches in time to the scenes. I remember smiling and thinking that it was like being in a planetarium but better.
There was an intermission and people went around mingling and carrying on. I kept getting approached by celebrities that would come up to me out of the blue just to tell me how beautiful I was. I was embarrassed and stunned. They were random celebrities too, like Steven Tyler, Pat Benetar, Ed Helms, some older dude that was so very intoxicated and kept trying to kiss my neck. The intermission was over and I was told that there was only one more act and I didn't believe them. But there really was and I was surprised at that.
I was at some sort of low-key block party with friends and I was relating to them all about the show. How amazing it was and worth every penny. How you will never see another show in your life and not compare it to this. It was a beautiful day and I was in a neighborhood I had never been in before. The houses were stunning in a classic way and I was in love with being there. I remember at some point being in the back of a car with a few other girls and they were driving around a neighborhood and pointing out local "landmark" things like where the Evans boys did that one thing and that girl lived that used to do such and such. They were gossipy but I was drawn in. I stayed quiet until I was dropped off at a house.
While at the block party there was a woman that came into our casual party scene. She was dressed interestingly, like some sort of forest warrior of sorts. Soft leather dress, hair free and beautiful. She carried either a sword or bow and arrow, I can't be sure. She was asking me if I knew anything about the red clay. I was taken aback because I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her for more information and she told me her name and that she had spoken to someone on the phone awhile back about keeping some red clay for her.
I went into a house to look for someone I knew who might be able to help her. I found this woman in a bathroom and she was doing something, fixing?; in the tank of the toilet. I told her who this woman was and what she was wanting and she realized what I was talking about. Then all of a sudden I knew the story.
The forest lady had asked this friend of mine a long time ago to keep this bundle of red clay for her. It was about the size of a bowling ball and she was to keep it in a safe place where no one would find it and if anyone came to ask about it, deny its knowledge. But my friend got mad at one point and threw it out a window.
I offered to drive this forest woman around to try to see what she could feel. Apparently this ball of clay had some sort of telepathic connection with her and she was going to try to locate it. We drove down roads I was not familiar with and I asked her what direction I should go at a crossroads, she said to make only rights. The roads were gravel and dusty, we traveled sometimes amid trees and sometimes across fields. I came to a dead end at a bluff overlooking a river and turned around. There was a road that looked like it led to a farm in the distance but it was gated and no way down it. I asked if she could collect new clay and she told me it took her many years to build that up. That she could only find little bits at a time. She would just be walking through the forest and instinctively be driven to where she could find it. I felt her sorrow. She lost this magic thing she needed and couldn't replace.
We were back at the neighborhood and I was brainstorming on how I could help her. I found a girl that knew the other one who was supposed to have kept the clay safe. I asked her if she knew anything about it and she volunteered that she knew. Just very nonchalantly. She said she saw her throw it out the window and it landed on the roof of the house across the street. We looked at this big, white house across from us and sure enough there was this blob of mud on the roof. We began thinking of how we were going to get it. The people in the house were not friendly so there was no way we could just ask. There were hostile so it was going to be tricky. We had an idea that we would wait until they went to bed and use a ladder to climb up and retrieve the clay. It seemed very risky but she was desperate to have it. After some time of plotting and trying to figure out better ways to go about the task, someone said we could just climb the tree next to the house and climb up that way. Then we wouldn't have to worry about the ladder situation.
It was a brilliant plan and we were warned about the location of the clay being over the parents bedroom. A boy had a room on the right and would have been a better angle to get at it but the tree and other bedroom was on the left. It was going to be tricky, but she knew she could handle the task.
When I am reminded of how the other people we see in our dreams are just extensions of ourselves, this dream makes a lot of sense to me. There are very many correlations to this dream and what I have been experiencing as of late. I wish I had more prophetic dreams, to relive the same anxiety over again is taxing for sure.
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