Rainforest
Refugee Camp
RETURNS to Black Rock City BM2k3
(4th year of service)
4-20-04 Primitive Dreams
Playa Dreams:
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06/03
Terribly tired I went to sleep last night..As I drifted to slumber I
asked
to be taken home to the playa.
sounds of The Playa:
Twilight that period between total darkness and day. I feel
disoriented the gray of the sky blends with the gray of the
earth. Techno Beat drones in the distance but a different sound
catches my ear.
Something primal.. something very old, sparks memories of my ancient
past..
the back of my neck gets tingly and the hairs stand up. the
morning
air brings the smell of danger. The smell is damp. Then I
hear
the sound again way off to the South West. a low crackle rumbly sound
of
an approaching storm.
A military fighter plane swoops in low on the deck and does a barrel
roll
over the sleeping crowd camped out in tents and teepee's and domes. the
pilot hits the throttle and the roar of the engines covers that,,,
sound,,,
almost completely... but it was still there.. the plane climbs into the
sky and is gone in a moment from sight to the east. A flash of
light
draws my eyes back to the south west. followed by that sound, again.
the night darkness is pulling back and is replaced with a dull gray sky
very
very black to the west. This is not a second plane.. no not at all.
This
is something much larger. The sound comes again from the south
west
like a hundred kettle drums.. Thunder.
The air is very quiet, very calm.. no wind... black clouds snuff
back the first glow of the new day as darkness wins for a moment over
light. As the approching storm moves east trying to engulf the fleating
plane.
A brilliant light flashes across the sky above the clouds.. and a boom
shakes
those not awakened by the Jet moments earlier. Jagged branching
streaks
cross the lower sky to the south west and fork their way across the
southern
sky. Lighting .. large large bolts of branching forked
lighting..
Inside I feel safe being for once surrounded by extremely tall hills..
I
am dazed by the sight the beauty of the show dancing above the
hills
around me...
I am shocked to attention.. "MOVE! Get in your
Trucks"
I instantly understood the warning.. a cool tingly sensation was
traveling
up my body setting the hairs on end... static electricity building
under
my feet.. looking around I
could
see metal radio towers of pirate stations, metal dome frames, and
lots of rebar driven in the ground...I was surrounded by grounding
rods...Safe?
I don't know.. but I ran to the real safety of the truck..
I awake in a cold sweat, the desert now gone my bedroom now quiet and
calm..
I was back.. and edgy alive
The Desert is calling..........
Mark.. Omyg the stone carver..