I’m in a room with Marcel and I’m plunking out some melodies on the piano which is quite fun. I ask if he’s still playing with Samba Da. He says that he’s on the road constantly. It’s how he makes money. But he’s not quite making enough. He says that he’s getting paid a yard fee. I ask him what that is and he starts to describe his musical contribution to each song and essentially, that’s how he’s measured and paid, by each song. I’m thinking that it seems like a lot of work for Papiba.
I’m in some Jurassic land. The guy who owns that land is a bit nefarious but I know him well. There’s a large robot who’s renamed itself as being the head of the security guard. He’s ordered no one to ever shoot above his head. He has interesting armor that looks like a Transformer and a ninja at the same time. There are 3 names that I’m trying to remember. I go off to the bathroom and I look over the land and someone is coming to get me. It’s a woman. She tells me that the owner of the land is severely hurt. I go with her. We’re talking about the fascia in his chest. I tell her I’m going to do BodyTalk and then I don’t have to touch him. I get there and he’s laying on the cement floor. I say something like, “Look who’s causing trouble again.” He replies that of course it’s him.
I’m walking with a guy out near the lighthouse. He takes me to the cave under it. I’ve never been in there before. We walk in and I’m a little on guard because I don’t know the guy and whether I can trust him. He tells me that most people can’t enter the cave. It turns out that people have been modifying the cave and it’s beautiful. In one chamber, someone has built in the interior to a church. There are the panels from the walls, the altar, the pews, everything. It’s a light color, warm white. It’s beautiful. There are lots of other rooms with furniture but there are no people because no one knows about it. It’s very private. I have a sense of needing to do something there like be part of an army or rebellion or something.
