Had a crazy dream about Burning Man. I was there, and everyone was in elaborate costumes, me included. I wore my huge white petticoat under whatever. At times I acquired an apron and lost Victoria. She had, in dessert cases in the front of her RV/display, a bunch of beautiful food including a platter she pointed out to me, which contained what looked like caviar. She then showed me that there was a dish of cocaine on it and invited me to have a cokefest. Why not. I'm stuck in the desert and this was a wild party, with tons of people I knew everywhere, but plenty of interesting strangers.

At one point I found myself watching a show, I had a boyfriend who ended up with me in another structure, like a ship. We found the cocaine platter and he started helping himself. I took a lame little hit and Victoria suddenly turned up looking betrayed. I gave her a twenty, and apologized. Well, now it was looking like there was going to be no coke for me. I followed her trying to apologize. Came upon a full band, including several women, who were singing punk rock very slow and country-like.