Interesting

At my folks... and I just woke up to NOT see horses all over the backyard. But there is a mom turkey and lots of baby turkeys. I just had 2 great dreams, one of which was scary and good! A woman was trying to escape this supernatural facility -- I don't know why she was there except that she had uncovered something sinister, possibly about the origins of an experiment gone wrong. Even Satan was complaining about being there, though he was quit civil. His grandfather was not stuck there. There was a scene in a garishly painted men's room, and then that dream ended up with a slow electric go-kart ride through a largely empty parking lot. Suffice it to say that the guard was evaded.
The 2nd dream was shorter and more up.
Tricia and I were stopping for lunch (it was only $3.50) at an inn near where I live that is not really that cheap. We got in and the hostess was genuinely curious in my t-shirt. She said, ah there is plenty of room in "the ferny fields" or something like that and we began following her in some windy path around the outside of the building, up and down stairs and around corners. We came into the backyard which contained a muddy river under a willow and some interesting plants. We moved on into a forest, and I didnt think once about lunch. There were signs for a river but it just looked like a muddy forest floor between huge ancient trees. I was suddenly in a canoe that could travel overland -- just slowly. I followed the trail further into the woods hoping to find the river and do some canoeing. Eventually I found some water, and launched into it, but it was a very short stream that landed me in some weird, huge, wooden alcove that looked to be carved from the roots of a gigantic tree. There were lots of other people there, and it seemed to be somewhat like an art-oriented commune. I found a bin full of half-completed musical instruments. I played a guitar for a little bit, then noticed willie nelson sitting next to me with a 4-stringed dobro. The highest string was actually several, and it was horsehair like someone strung his dobro with a bow! We decided to jam, but I noticed a tenor guitar in the pile, and picked it up to play. The strings were all about an inch off the fretboard leading me to suspect there was something odd about it (other than that!). Willie took the time to retune his dobro, despite my insistence that I'd change keys. We played a rockin tune that ended with a unison melody line. Someone nearby said, "well, i'm not sure if thats traditional bluegrass, but it sounded great!". FYI, it wasn't bluegrass at all. Then I saw a man stringing a guitar with a teeny body and a neck that was about 4 feet long, and a long-haired woman to my right said "well, its in the same ale..." And the stringing man said "ale?" She said "yes, its a rarely used word that means 'category' or 'vein'". Then, nearer the entrance of the alcove, a man loudly called for attention, as he was screening his new film. The screen was partially obscured to me by a bulbous root knob, but I saw some rainbow-colored text. The filmmaker began by asking the audience if they would "stop doing all the drugs." Rumbles of "no" and other discontent filled the tree. Then he held up a tiny stick with miniature fruit dangling from it, and invited a young man to see what he could taste in the fruits. In two bites the young man ate ALL of the fruit, and with juice dripping from his chin, his eyes bulged. The filmmaker cackled and called the young man a glutton, and before our eyes, he began to swell like a balloon. Then I woke up.
In other news, there was been a fire in the fireplace here for the past day or so and it reminds me how much I love woodsmoke. I can't wait to have fires in the backyard. I might set up a rack nearby to put all my sweaters on while the fire is underway so they can smell like woodsmoke.