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I had another stressy Burning Man dream; that's 2 or 3 of them I've had in about 2 weeks, and it's nowhere near August! Weird.

The earlier dream involved leaving this week, and I was concerned that I hadn't told work yet, and that star5 wasn't back from Samoa yet and I thought it was weird that she wouldn't be in the desert already when we got there this year. Our neighbor (whose real name is Star) was going with us, though, and we were taking a train there. The train went through a tiny depressed mining community in Nevada. They were suspicious of all of us. Neighbor-Star was trying to escape her stalker-ex (she doesn't have one of these in real life, that I know of), so of course we ran into him on the train. I got into a fistfight with him, trying to get him to leave her alone, and I fought very badly. Once we finally got to the desert, I didn't have any sunscreen and people were treating me like I was an idiot.

Last night's dream involved people being in our camp that I didn't expect. There were several, but the only ones I can remember are ethel and bitwise. For some reason, this time we had everything we needed except I didn't have any clothes except the ones I'd worn in the car. I woke up around the time I was trying to borrow one outfit from several campmates so I'd have enough clothes to wear throughout the week, and star5 was digging around to see if she had clean underwear I could wear.

I spent most of my weekend asleep, but felt both well enough and stir-crazy enough to get up and stop in at ethel's party and to go mini-golfing in a tutu.