I’m in a ceremony run by a woman. She asks me to sing an elephant song. I did and I dance while I was singing. I SO wish I remembered the song. I lost it (for now). Then she asks me to sing a chicken song. In my dream memory, I know a chicken song but I can’t bring it up. I ask Chris if he knows a chicken song and he holds up a cell phone to my ear and says, “Just pretend that I’m whispering to you.” I listen to the song but it isn’t a song that I know. I’m concerned because this woman is counting on me to bring up this song. Suddenly, I realize that Chris has a small tank strapped to his back, like an oxygen tank, except it has something else in it. He puts a nasal breathing apparatus that’s connected to the tank via a hose up to my face and I start to inhale. I immediately get concerned about my ability to function if I inhale too much based on my experience with marijuana and the fact that I go “out there” pretty easily and have a hard time being functional. The anxiety of this is what wakes me up.
 
 
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