So I woke up from this LONG elaborate Burning Man dream. It was late spring, going into summer, IOW time to get the annual plan going and commence building stuff. Ivy and I were camping out in this vast backyard of some house someplace, and other groups were camped around the area. People were clumped together but circulating around, so it was almost a single campsite but not quite. And every single group was getting organized to build an art car.

I was feeling the pull and wanting to do the same, and she was valiantly resisting, while still not saying "Absolutely not! Fuck no!" So I was all torn and uncertain about what the possibilities were and what would be good to do. So many people were starting to get cool things going, and some of the prototypes were starting to drive around to test out their stuff, and it was getting exciting. But it was also scary to contemplate taking on the project, and the moreso because Ivy wasn't completely on board, even though she wasn't actively opposed (but the sense was there that she might start actively opposing at any time). I was just unsure.

As this all went along, I started trying to act as part organizer of some sort of parade of the vehicles, and it was proving impossible to organize all the details and the flaky people who were gung-ho for the concept but indifferent to implementation steps. And then some outside group started running through throwing and breaking things, mostly in a high-spirited hijinks way but also doing real damage, and so the groups in the camps started scuffling back, still in that sort of playful confrontation kind of mode, and people started throwing things. It got all wild and frantic, but with a veneer of fun while still being serious.

So yeah, excitement about the wonderful possibilities mixed with anxiety about the process for realizing them. I got that message, brain.