Had a dream this morning that the alleys near my house were workshops.
Walking through I saw a guy locomoted himself about in a big chair using long poles with casters fixed at the ends. He was wearing a serious bright yellow helmet, like a motorcycle helmet, but with a big eye painted on the front. He looked like a big tubby cyclops. The effect was something like this:
Later, I saw the apparatus alone so I hopped in and gave myself a tour around the neighborhood. Ha!
On waking, my roommate said, "Sounds like Burning Man." No, I wanted to say, Burning Man sounds like dreams.
But that's what's so fantastic about BM for me. It seems like a dream, but there we all are, in a desert in Nevada. It's the closest I can get to blurring the lines. You walk about at night, seeing the most amazing, out-of-this-world stuff; the next morning you scratch your head wondering if you really saw it...until someone says, "did anyone see that giant pink face-mobile that had green and yellow hair sticking up 6 feet tall?"
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