Spent last night in a random house, in a random mountain town, with a couple of random people, random dj's and my Adventure Buddy who is always up for interesting adventures. How we ended up there:
Me: "I need to get out of the city! I'm in need of an adventure!" desperation creeping into my voice.
AB: "That wasn't in my plans, but let me see what I can do"
He calls me an hour later and just two hours after that we are driving to the mountains, a plan more or less hatched. My orthopedic pillow and a Copa airplane blanket are in the backseat, lo and behold an adventure is created! At night the well known countryside turns slightly ominous and sinister, the night breathes cool on my neck; the roar of the wind is my constant companion. I fight Morpheos the entire drive there; I stop differentiating between reality and the dream world, they blend seamlessly.
We arrive to the mountain town and head to the local bar where we're greeted by fire breathers and dancers, the air heavy with the smell of gasoline, their teeth stained. AB and I kid around before we walk into the bar; we joke about not wanting to chat with anyone, we want to be anonymous, foreign, different. My name is Brunhilde and I'm German, no I'm Svetlana from the Ukraine, or maybe just Mary from Oregon.
I sit in a corner, my hat low over my eyes which are half closed, take in everything; I am the spectator, the outsider, I see it all. Human interactions, deceptions. The bar closes at 2am and we head back to a house, I can't see the Sleeping Indian Girl but I can feel her, the night is alive with her, the valley reverberates and hums with her.
"You're going to like the house; it has a great view of the Sleeping Indian Girl, especially in the morning"
The gathering goes on throughout most of the night, but I'm dozing in and out of sleep, my head resting lightly on a pillow (not my orthopedic pillow), legs dangling over the armrest of a comfy, cushioned seat, a puppy sleeping and sighing on my lap while a guitar is strummed and music is made. Is this bliss? A sleepy, hazy, lovely dream world where people are slightly out of focus and music is played continuously, dreams and reality waltzing in the ever-world, 1, 2, 3- 1, 2, 3- 1, 2, 3.
I fall asleep on a bed next to a sleeping body I don't recognize, fully clothed, the flimsy airplane blanket doing a terrible job of keeping me warm. I dream of fertile farms and rolling hills, pastoral, bucolic scenes, peace, understanding, a subtle quiet. I wake up refreshed after 3 and a half hours of sleep. We drive out of the valley, the car chug chug chugging up the hilly curves. We bid farewell to the Ever-sleeping Indian Girl and the Ever-world, good bye good bye and thank you (for now).