Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I’m talking with a guy on the phone from my apartment. I’m living in a spacious apartment with a couple guys. It’s a bit dingy and somewhat dark. I’m enjoying talking on the phone with the guy as I’m doing something else productive and walking around the apartment. The connection isn’t that great and finally I loose the call. I know that the guy is in another apartment close by so I go over there. I walk in the door and he’s there with others having some sort of dinner get-together. We see each other and he’s pleased to see me. He’s pale complected with sandy blonde curly hair. Nice features. He’s there with a woman with short dark brown hair and another guy who has blondish red curly hair. This man has a dent in his forehead as if someone hit him with a hammer. He’s talking furiously about something and want to show us something. I look around the apartment and realize that it’s much larger than mine but the decor has many old features to show that it hasn’t been upgraded in a long time, but it’s in good condition. The man takes off his clothes and lays down and another man places either a sitar or tambour next to him and starts plucking strings. I watch as the mans skin starts to ascend from the frame of his body onto strings running over him, about 4-5 inches from his body. His skin is literally crawling onto the strings like it’s alive and reaching to become one with the strings. It also looks strange and sinewy, and the color has darkened. When they stop playing the instrument, the skin returns to its natural state. The guy seems to be somewhere between ecstasy and agony. I leave the room and discover another part of the apartment where there’s a green and black party going on. Everyone is dressed in green and black and they’re exchanging presents wrapped in green paper. I’m wondering how many different communities are living here.

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