The other night, I dreamed I went to a Suicide Girl Retreat. The full moon being officially that night and the Wolf Moon dream sequence continued. The past couple of months I have had really vivid dreams. I feel conspicuous writing another dream blog, particularly recording a SG dream seems really passé. Although I dreamed I went to a Suicide Girl Retreat, there were no nudity or sex scenes. Maybe it was that deep white fog.
I dreamed that there was a retreat for all SG members, hopefuls, girls, and what not. I drove my truck up a muddy forest lined road and parked in a pull off on a steep road. There was a lot of cars driving up on a couple of dirt roads and people parked among the trees. So I walked up to the top of the hill, following behind the general other people (like at a concert or big party) . The forest stopped at the hilltop and there was a big open clearing, with some one story block buildings and then a big open clearing. There was a low hanging cloud that created a dense, cold, white fog. It was a Friday afternoon of a 3 day week-end, and all the Suicide Girl people, like yourself, were showing up.
Everyone first went to check out these buildings that looked like an old office complex for a local recreational area headquarters. The buildings didn’t seem very nice or bad, they just seemed like a retired Park Service office space with conference rooms, nature displays rooms (no longer there), and office space. The large empty conference rooms were being used for SG people to set up tents. An office space was being used as a makeshift tea café. Some of the SG staff were bringing in tea and putting the tea service on several low coffee tables. Everyone was huddled around the coffee tables in chairs, and the whole walls of the room lined with people in chairs talking. People of all ages and different styles, races, creed, tribes, etc. etc., were sitting around talking. This was the landing zone. We had traveled from around the world, to see what would happen. But nobody seemed to know what would happen. But after traveling to this fog shrouded mountain, having tea seemed a good place to start.
Everyone seemed sedate and tired, but there was a collective anticipation that something was good was about to happen. Some big dance was assumed, but I wondered if there was going to be seminars and workshops in digital art, photography, modeling, etc. The cold, white fog hung gray outside the windows. I wondered what would these people drink or take to change their mental states. It seemed I could look inside each person’s mind and see the hallucinations they would have on the following night during full party mode. Deep dark blue existential visions of languid legends lost…. It seemed pretty normal in the dream, to view someone’s future substance induced thoughts by looking inside their mind.
I was talking to this young guy with a pointy beard, plaid flannel shirt, and river man hat, while checking out the scene. I started to explain how I thought that @Missy was the internet genius that had won. She was the first to really lay the groundwork for social media...bla bla bla Then I felt like I was talking like an internet dinosaur and decided to stroll about. Some big guys with bushy beards were setting up a family size tent in a 60 foot by 40 foot conference room. There were like in their 30’s and seemed like party people. A couple of women were setting up a dome tent on the other side of the room. There was another conference room being prepared for a party zone and dance area.
Everyone seemed nice, but it seemed to me, it would be better to camp outside.
I went outside and there was an SG in charge of the playground. She and her work crew had constructed a merry go round, a swing set, slide, and jungle jim/gym. They were now on fire with bursts of fireworks shooting forth. The entire playground was in flames. The merry go around turned around spraying fireworks and sparks of grinding metal. It wasn’t ready yet, they were just testing the flame throwers.
The SG had a white Mohawk haircut and a baggy white tee shirt, tough girl with a big crescent wrench. Tipping her sunglasses down she said to me, “This ain’t no Burning Man, you know.” The sunglasses dropped back over her eyes. The fog’s dance was seared by her Mohawk.
“I didn’t think it was,” I replied. Tipping her wrench, she disappears with her tools to tinker with flames, metals, gasoline, etc.
I was headed to get my tent and sleeping bag from the truck parked on the steep forest road. But first I explored across the clearing past the buildings. There was a large white tent, made of several square tents. It had big white flags flowin’ in the wind. The tent looked like a small castle. There was a couple of SG girls by the tent. They told me about a camping spot beside them. We start talking while walking about the camping spots. It was close to the edge of the trees and a big fire pit. It was private, yet close to their camp and we could share a fire at night. So I set my camp up there.
They were talking about how @Missy got this space and brought everyone together. Now it is up to everyone to make something happen.
Then one of the SG talks me into buying supplies. We can use her car because it has a pass; and my truck is in the steep forest parking mess.
The SG had an old tan Lincoln Continual, and we were driving up wet, rain covered roads. She had me drive up the steep slippery roads. It was almost too steep, but the car had a lot of power. I remember doing a donut in that Lincoln Continual. I drove in through the double doors of the hotel lobby. Then I did a donut in the hotel lobby. I managed to get the car through the doors, without a scratch. Didn’t break a thing, and then we are back on our way up to the clearing. It seemed so out of character for me to do a driving stunt in a hotel lobby, and I was relieved nothing was hurt.
The Lincoln Continual becomes my truck and we are driving up a muddy road at night. Nightfall came with a sudden blackness. It was foggy. The truck headlights are growing dimmer on the tree trunks. We are almost back to the clearing, but it is hard to see. Everything goes black. . .