I was in a place with corridors and rooms with people sitting and lying there looking at things or sleeping and dreaming. I could see their dreams. I was told that I could be any one of them. At a junction there was a fire burning and a man sitting there, looking at it.
I said that I wanted to be the fire.
I was transported to a rocky mountain plateau, where I was simultaneously singing and playing and dancing to absolutely breathtaking, beautiful, ancient music. The dance was being done with a huge but light rock in my hands and I often placed the rock on the ground and, still holding it in my hands, did a handstand and spinned around.
The music was a mixture of mongolian/tuvan music and extatic qawwali singing and it was the best thing ever.
Now I wish someone really did mix those styles.
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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.
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