AE9 08-10-12

I.W., M.L, and I get into a car, after partying. We're all drunk I think, maybe I just feel loopy. I can't even turn the headlights on but the car goes anyways. We drive back to [a friend's house] in the dark. The seat's too high up for me to see ahead, I just see the ground. I'm frekaing a bit about the danger and wanting it to end but the car keels moving and my companions are encouraging me. I decide I can get to safety back home by using my intuition. I feel the car in relation to its environment and we make it safely.

I enter the garage. Don't know where my friends went. I look around at this square room, pink or green or [puce] (a bit subdued but vibrant) walls lined with stuff -- not packed with junk but full on the edges with things organized.

I pick up a piece of paper. A receipt? A riddle? I focus on it and notice it seems strange, like it's hard to make sense of, and it keeps changing. I think and ask "oh, is this a dream?" and look around. Sure seems like it. I try to fly to test and go really high up in the air, but as a jump, so I'm not convinced and try again. This time I float a bit and believe, joyously.

In the air I notice a top-bunk with interesting stuff on it and fly over. Something important seems to be on it, an abstract object -- round? whole? IS it that thing that was in the middle of the drug smuggler's room? I go back down to the ground and fly up again, asking to be shown how to get over my block. I see a book on the bed.

Inspecting the book for a bit -- hard bound with a leather spine, light blue and oldd, I conclude its a religious text. I open it to my answer and see some swirly infinite patterns mixed with a lot of black. There are words in the middle tha tI struggle to make out. I notice the pattern seems more powerful and I just admire the dream art for a bit. Then I notice the logo at the top left corner of the drawing. It's the [OR], Outdoor Research logo. I feel this is important and get excited; the dream fades.