I show up at a sundance and the only person that I see or make a connection with is the medicine man or the intercessor, I’m not sure. But, I dance the whole day by myself and when the day’s over, I get in my car and leave, although it seems that I forget something and have to go back. I’m not worried about dancing the other days.

I’m singing Father and Son by a river. There’s a drunk guy there in a big gold Cadillac.

I’m with these two girls who take me to an astral projection school. It’s a pretty campus and the area that I’m taken to has free food, lots of seating, and lots of students around. Everyone is young, no one older than 30. There’s some discussion of techniques but I don’t recall the details.

I’m with the girls from the previous dream and this guy in his 40’s, blonde, muscular, tan, seemed northern European, and was a skilled astral projection teacher. Mel was with us. One of the teachers of the school was excited to have him there and wanted him to come in and teach. We were hoping he would do some work with us for free ‘cos he was a friend of the girls and we didn’t have money to spend. He was making us some sort of offer and we wanted him to make it better since there was this teaching opportunity for him and we were going to get him paid for it.