Started at a Party in some friend from high school's basement. Helen was there, JP, Connor, Will Alex Eaton, Andrea. Everyone was lounging around, until we got hungry... then went upstairs... The parents who owned the house were in a big project in the kitchen so we went and made food downstairs.... The parched corn (hominy) I had soaked had split and become huge rice cracker shaped paddies... Whoa. Eventually we let, walking down the street. Blackberries hung from the trees.... I was walking with these kids and they stopped to go into some restaurant like... Seward cafe, but I kept walking and then there was a tree with blackberries hanging across the street.
Walked my friends to some kind of theatre party. I couldn't go in because I wasn't part of the theatre but a party had leaked out of the front door, and people were hanging in the front. There was an obese girl lying on a bed in front of the house. She rudely asked me to step aside as I was "blocking her view". We started talking. She had assumed that I didn't want to talk to her, but I had thought she was sleeping, so hadn't tried. She explained that she was a protitute, and was well on her way to having over a million dollars.... She expected to live comfortably the rest of her life and had a financial plan to stop "working" in 2 years.....
Finally I went into the party... it was kind of secret club house of these kids. Omaur was there. A pretty girl of ambiguous race was the center of attention. They wanted to make a video of her where she looked like a native, so they pained charcoal lines downward across the corners of her mouth... Omaur was trying to get her to do something... She sat on the floor and began talking in the strangest language... It was like the sounds she was making were frequencies... They were so beautiful, like cooing... complex but flowing, the tone was indescribable.... other worldly.... I reached for my digital recorder in my pocket... It was cracked in the middle, but on... It had been recording. I listened to the recording.... It had not captured the cooing, and now she had stopped.
Then a Tatwa filled my awareness... It was a mandala, brown, four sided and in the center it said go inwards...
A story unfolded about this group of young adults who had access to a portal to other dimensions. They had a social circle of about 20 people and would throw parties and then some of them would go through the portal... usually to have some kind of sexual adventure. Ephraim was the bar tender.... They were silly about it and would dress up in cowboy hats... They had used the portal many times and always returned safely. They had become ireverent. The world in through the portal was somehow related to this reality but different. I went with them this time. We appeared down on strain yard. There was an older species, with far greater consciousness than humans who used train tracks, had strange looking trains with disco style shapes and colors. One of my group knocked one of the trains off the track. (They were relatively small.) The trains then morphed into armored warriors like rainbow stormtroopers and looked over at us assessing the situation. One of my group (in fact a student from yoga who drinks quite a bit) Gave the soldiers the finger as we walked away from the scene. Instantly they started to chase us. We ran.... up some steep stairs out of the valley. Our multi dimensional pursuers closing the gap. Reached the top, jumped across a chasm to a market where humans in old style clothes were going about their business.
Everyone wore an ID tag. I realized I would be caught without one... Just then, my friends walked up with an ID tag, irreverent as ever. They gave me the tag. I read the name on it, it was not a name I have ever hear... Like Drove Erhd or someting..... My friends laughed about how we had escaped the storm troopers...
Then scene change... I was in a field with one of the friends outside of two immense abandoned houses.... He was screaming in tarrified horror un controllably. Coming out of the house were huge ugly, swarthy men in wife beaters, with balled heads, tattoos, One was an 8 foot tall 275 pound police oficer. They kept coming out of the house, limitlessly, one after another. They had torn to shreads the kid from core power, and wouldn't rest till we were all dead. They punched their fists, and snarled, as they opured out of the house, more and more. I started to realize that this entity that took the form of the train was not limited to a particular shape like humans are.... We ran... through some woods, a dreary winter looking landscape minus snow. Everything dead.
Then WE had come to a huge cliff... Somehow we tricked them to run after us and over the cliff, everylast one fell hundreds of feet, smashing to their death on the rocks below (Like Lemmings). The camera pulled back and the scene was something off of the coast of hawaii. Beautiful rocks, crashing ocean. One rock lying down by the water looked like Bob Marley. Words flashed across the scene "Who so ever diggeth the pit, shall fall in it". I instinctively chimed in... If you want a big tree.... you need a small axe. We were in a dark movie and this was a movie me and my friends had been watching... We all laughed.
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