it's been a while since I wrote up any dreams. however it seems time to resume.

I dreamed I was packing up my camp for burning man. we were doing to fit everything into the van/ambulance and drive back with the people very cramped. the people going back like this were me, Bob, Raj, Mike, and maybe a couple others. right when they were about to leave I realized I'd misplaced something. my cel phone maybe? it was imperative I get it, and I took off on foot to go look for it.

I crossed desert, and camps, and saw some fields. I came to another place, where people were celebrating. fireworks, and a bandm, and possibly a military display, with rich people in semiformal attire walking around with champagne. there was a big screen and projecting lights. it seemed weird.

I started to worry that they had left without me, but I did not have a way of calling them. I kept walking, and it got later and later. finally it turned out I was in an urban area, and it was getting light. worried, I located a terminal or strange all-night Metreon-like mall. I found a phone and called Mike.

he was surprised I'd even bothered. of course they had left, it had been hours upon hours and I hadn't even said I was going anywhere or asking them to stay. I realized, sadly, I'd have to get a flight back. resigned, I chatted with him more. turns out I was in Denver, and he was in Paris. not France, but maybe in western Colorado.

I hung up the phone and felt weary and abandoned in a relatively strange city. but then I woke up.